What I Did On My Summer Vacation


by Saber ShadowKitten
Abracadabra 13






Part One






Willow sighed and stretched, arching her back to work the kinks out. She had been sitting in front of the library computer for hours, updating all her bookmarks in preparation for her death.


Which was planned for the end of the summer.


Angel was currently in Los Angeles, setting up a whole new identity for her, as well as a place for them to live. Despite the money he had stashed away, they chose a place in a crowded, lower- middle class area of the city, populated with Irish descendants, which would make her red hair seem commonplace.


The only communication they were going to have with the Scooby Gang was to be through email, and the hacker had spent a better part of a week teaching Giles how to erase the messages so as not to be tracked. The rest of the time had been spent teaching him how to use email.


Glancing at the clock, Willow sighed again and logged off the computer. The library seemed so empty without Xander, Cordelia or Buffy hanging around, researching, training or just plain making a nuisance of themselves to the erstwhile librarian cum Watcher. Right now said Watcher was 'on holiday' in England for the week, leaving her alone in Sunnydale.


"I'm going to miss this place," Willow said aloud, running her hand along the wooden table that had been used to hold books of prophecy, demonology, rituals and Xander while he took a nap. She remembered the first time she told Buffy that she and Xander were going to help her no matter what. "You're the Slayer, and we're the Slayerettes," she said, standing in the same place as she did over two years ago.


She walked further into the center of the room, right over the spot where the Hellmouth erupted from the floor, where Buffy killed the Master. "And here, class, the world almost ended if not for the quick actions of the Chosen One. What did we do after? Why, we went to the Spring Fling!" Willow giggled at her silly actions, then saddened as she moved closer to the counter. "You are not forgotten, Kendra. Mr. Pointy lives on."


Sighing for a third time, she let her gaze roam over the room, to the cage where Oz spent three days a month, to the stacks where she saw Cordelia and Xander making out, to the office where she saw Giles more often than not sleeping with his head in a book before returning to the table that was the center of it all. "Yep, I'm gonna miss this place," she whispered, before turning off the lights and leaving.



*****





"How are you tonight, Red?" Angel asked over the phone as Willow lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.


"Ok," Willow replied. "I miss you, though."


"I miss you, too," he said with a chuckle. "How is the bookmarking project coming along?"


"Almost done. I have folders set up for easy access and a dual password to prevent the wrong people from accessing those files. Of course, teaching Giles how to get into those folders was a whole lot of not fun," she said.


"Sounds like you've been busy," he commented. "Buffy says hello, by the way."


"When did you see her?"


"This morning. I stopped by her dad's house to see how she was doing. They're heading down to Mexico in the morning," Angel said. "She was so surprised to see me standing there in the daylight, even after all these weeks, she started laughing."


"Face it, General, you just have that effect on people," Willow teased.


"Hey!"


Willow giggled. "Oh, hey, Amy is on another date with Jonathan."


"Good for her," Angel replied. "It's nice that your friend found someone who passed all of your 'I'm not a demon' tests."


"Ah, the perils of dating on the Hellmouth," she said. "Bugs, robots, mummies, reanimated corpses, vampires, Cordelia..."


"You do remember that you are dating one of those vampires, don't you?"


"What? You're a vampire? How can that be?" Willow asked in fake shock.


"Watch it, Red," Angel warned. "Or I won't bring anything back with me."


"Just your cute butt is all I need," she replied.


"Do you mean the rest of me should stay in LA? I don't think my ass knows how to drive. Although there is a bus..."


"General!"

"Yes, Red?"


"I love you," Willow said. She could hear his smile.


"Love you, too," Angel replied. "I'll let you go to sleep now. I'm suppose to meet with someone in about twenty minutes."


"Ok. I'll talk to you tomorrow night," she said.


"Same vamp time, same vamp channel," he said.


"Very funny."


"I try."



*****





Willow never knew what hit her. She was walking back home from another long day at the library when it happened. Granted, she wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings, but with her ever growing powers, she was confident she could handle anything that came her way. However, she didn't count on being suddenly hit in the back of the head with something thick and solid, rendering her unconscious.




Part Two






Willow swam back to consciousness with a headache and a groan. Blinking her eyes, she tried to focus the fuzzy picture that made up her surroundings. She was in a cell of some sort, chipped yellow paint coating the bars that separated her from whatever lay beyond her prison. Slowly, she sat up, wincing at the pain in her head. She took a deep breath and concentrated. Almost immediately, her aches and pains vanished as she healed herself.


With that done, Willow sighed in relief and looked around, noting the absence of anything in the cell with her. She could easily bend the metal bars and escape, but that would do no good if she didn't know where she was or how many 'enemies' were on the other side.


"Oh good, you're awake."


Willow looked through the bars to see a well dressed vampire standing with his hands in his pockets, his pose confident and casual. "What do you want?" she asked, a little fearful that she had been captured by the hunters.


"Simple, my dear," he said, morphing into his human mask before giving her a wicked smile. "I'm going to make you immortal."


Willow almost laughed out loud in both relief and irony. This extremely handsome vampire, with his dark blue eyes and long blond hair, reminding her of a nordic Viking, wanted to make an immortal immortal. Instead of laughing out loud, she asked instead, "Why?"


"Because your beauty is ethereal," he replied. "I am building a new empire, and I want to surround myself with perfection."


"You want to be the Master vampire in Sunnydale?" she asked, then clamped her mouth shut and swore mentally. *Stupid, Red. Tell him you know all about vampires so that he'd never let you leave still breathing.*


"Darling, I am the Master," he said. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself properly. I am Jonathan."


"Charmed," Willow replied somewhat sarcastically.


He ignored her and continued. "Like I said, I am the Master of the Hellmouth, and after all is complete, Sunnydale will be in my control. And that is only a stepping stone."


*Oh boy,* Willow thought. *This is not good.* "Um, how much longer until your plan is complete?"


"Now, now dear," Jonathan said mockingly. "In have no desire to share information unless you decide to join me."


*Great,* she thought. *What do I do? Giles is in England, Cordelia and Xander are traveling in Europe, Buffy left for Mexico with her dad, and Angel is still in LA. No one here but me to protect Sunnydale. And In can't protect Sunnydale without information. And I won't be able to get information unless I become a vampire. But if I do that, I'll be on the bad guys team. Unless...* "Does it hurt?" Willow asked, her voice small and scared even though the plan she just came up with bolstered her confidence.


"Becoming a vampire?" Jonathan said. "No."


"How long does it take?"


"A few hours," he answered.


Willow's eyes widened. She knew from all her reading that the older the vampire, the sooner the newly created rose in their undead state. "Would...would you be the one to change me?"


"Of course," Jonathan said. "I allow no one else to change anyone else they have proven themselves in my court. And to do that, they must show dominance over the others."


*And I bet those with the most dominance are in on the details of the plan,* she thought. "Um, can I have an hour to think about it?"



"Sure," he replied. "Take two. It's not like you're going anywhere." He smiled at her again, then left with a graceful stride.


"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap," Willow repeated after he had gone. She shook her head and took several deep, calming breaths. She had about one hour to compete all the spells she was about to preform, and needed to be focused. Especially if she was going to 'die' and return as a vampire.


She positioned herself Indian style on the hard floor, cast a quick protective circle, then faced east for intelligence. She called on the gods and goddesses to aid her in her spells, then began casting the first one, the one that was going to make her body functions inaudible to the keen vampire hearing upon her command and stay until she dismissed the spell.


Once finished, she moved onto the second one. This time, she faced south for strength. She began casting a spell that would make her stronger than the strongest vampire, with the skills to match. She hadn't created this type of physical spell before because she had Buffy and Angel for protection as well as her own magick.


The third spell was done facing west, for appearance. This was a simple glamour spell that would create the vampire game face as well as creating the illusion of her being able to feed. Somehow, she'd have to sneak off to eat and use the facilities at times, but overall it should fool even the smartest of vampires.


The last, most important spell for her to be able to reach Jonathan's inner court was done facing north, for power. It was also the most tricky spell for her to cast, for it involved the man she loved beyond reason. But without him being with her, she doubted she could pull this off. However, the Angel she knew and loved was not the vampire she needed. The words tumbled from her lips in Latin with no need for spellbooks or preparation.


The demon inside you

I need to set free,

your feeding and killing

controlled by me,

the memories of my powers

you shall not see,

Angelus come forth

so mote it be.



After thanking the gods and goddesses and closing the circle, Willow bit her lower lip and frowned. She was about to delve into an interesting new world that she'd read about both in Giles' books and on the Internet. While one part of her was still shy and virginal, the other part was dancing in devilish glee. She was glad that Angel...no Angelus...would be the one to do most of the 'climbing' to the inner court. Once he was there, she would take control and dominate him, thus putting her in the prime position to gather her information and put a stop to whatever Jonathan had in mind.


Luckily, the release of the demon would not erase his memories of their relationship, only the memories of her powers. She was counting on the fact that the vampire Angelus would be disgusted with himself like he'd been when he was with Buffy and would want nothing to do with her since she would be a vampire, as well. That should take all the 'fun' out of pursing her. She hoped. She also had to remember not to let him have his wicked way with her at all, or else when the time came to strike, her dominance would be in question.


In her mind, she tweaked the spell on him so he couldn't kill humans except by the illusion that he bled them dry. She had set a safehold that prevented him from doing this, however, only thinking that he had, leaving the victim alive enough not to worry about them not surviving the attack.


Jonathan returned, an evil smile on his handsome face. "Have we decided, my dear?"


Willow nodded. *Time to play evil,* she thought, gearing herself up for the role of a lifetime. "I'll do it," she said in a frightened voice. She was a bit scared, after all, she was letting a vampire who was not Angel bite her.


Jonathan unlocked the cage and stepped inside, motioning for her to stand. He caught her shoulders and turned her around so her back was to him. Gently, he brushed her hair off of her neck, baring her to him. "Welcome to eternity, my dear," he whispered, then sunk his fangs into her jugular.


Willow winced, then began casting the last illusion spell, the one that would make him think he'd drained her more than he actually did. She slowly let herself go limp in his arms, her heart rate slowing, and he released her neck to bite into his own wrist, then holding it to her mouth.


The red head knew that to make a vampire, a certain point must be passed in draining the victim before the change takes place when the sire feeds the fledgling-to-be his or her blood. Thus, Jonathan's blood would not do anything to her other than creating a bad taste in her mouth.


He laid her back down on the floor, smiling at her as she let her gaze go blank. "See you soon," he said before straightening his suit and leaving the cell door open as he walked away.


"Count on it," she whispered, deciding to take a meditative 'nap' for a few hours. Luckily, she wouldn't have to wear her 'game face' all the time because of the age inferred by her sire. She invoked the first and second spells, then let herself drift off with one final thought. *Ooh, I can be naughty and wear leather.*




Part Three






Willow walked down the hall from her cell, for all intent and purposes a vampire. She grinned devilishly at the thought. *I get to play wicked. Not mousy Willow, the buddy, the good girl, but a naughty vampiress. If I enjoy this, maybe when Angel is back to normal he'd be 'up' for a little role playing.* She blushed at her pun, but it did not show on her face because of the glamour.


She approached a junction in the hall and paused, not sure of which way to go. The decision was taken from her when she heard Jonathan's voice as he came around a second corner down the hall to her right.


"Welcome, childe," he said, rapidly approaching her. She looked up at the Master from under her lashes. "I bet you're hungry."


"Yes, sire," Willow replied in a diminutive voice, licking her fangs. She had activated the third spell, creating the physical illusion of a game face, as it would be in the foreground if she had just reawakened. She knew vampires reverted to their demon state with high emotions such as anger or intense sexual release, as well as when they were in bloodlust.


"Come then, I will show you to your quarters first, then you may go out and feed," Jonathan said, putting his arm around her shoulders and leading her down the hall.


They entered a large rec room type area, with couches, an entertainment center, a billiards table and an ice hockey table. She counted about twenty vampires sitting around, all exceptionally good looking.


"Children," her 'sire' called. The vampires in the room fell silent and turned to him and Willow. "Please welcome the new addition to our family."


*This is strange,* Willow thought of his introduction as the various vampires in the room said some sort of greeting. She could tell by some of the looks she was getting that rivalry was a big problem in the group. She wondered who was the dominant in the room.


Jonathan led her past the group and down another hallway to a series of closed doors. He stopped before one at a four way junction and opened it. "This shall be your room."


The room was fairly average size, with a double bed, chest of drawers, lamp and trunk. The bedposts were made of thick metal to uphold a non-existent canopy. Over it, there was a large ring set in the cement.


"You will find toys in the chest and money in the top drawer of the dresser for you to purchase new clothing. Do not kill or feed off the store employees. Everyone else is fair game," Jonathan said.



"Yes, sire," Willow answered, bowing her head in submission.


He patted the top of her head as if she were a dog. "Good girl," he said. "The others will tell you what the rules are of my domain. Have fun."


With that final statement, he left the hacker alone, closing the door behind him. Willow let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding and went over to the bed. She sat on the edge, still in game face and sighed. "Red, what have you gotten yourself into?"



She conjured her laptop and quickly brought up a blank page and titled it 'Willow's Stupid Plan - Notes.' With a snort, she began rapidly typing all that she'd learned thus far.


-Jonathan is the Master

-Dominance is the key to the inner court

-Everyone is really good looking

-J is everyone's sire???

-'New Empire'; control of Sunnydale; stepping stone - to what??

-Introductions, $ and own room = almost like a cult or something similar

-I wonder if I make a sexy vampire?



Giggling at the last thought, she saved her work and made the computer disappear. "Guess I'd better make an appearance, 'feed' and go shopping."


She went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. "Holy.. That's a lotta money," she said, picking up the pack of hundred dollar bills. There was over a thousand dollars in her hands. She stuffed it in the deep pockets of her jeans, then re-closed the drawer, heading for the chest with curiosity. She opened the lid, gasped, and let it fall shut with a bang. "I don't think I'll go there yet."


Taking another calming breath, she put on her resolve face, which didn't shown under her game face glamour and left the room. She paid attention as she walked back to the rec room, counting the number of doors in her head. The vampires who greeted her earlier all looked up when she entered the room.


"Well, looky here. We have a new friend," a man, who had to be the most dominant in the room, said. He stood, his dark shaggy hair flopping sexily over his equally dark eyes, and walked over to her. "What's your name, girl?"


"W...Red," Willow answered, changing her name at the last moment. 'Red' sounded more dangerous than 'Willow' and she couldn't be too careful against the hunters.


He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up. "Listen, Red. You do as I say, and you won't get hurt. If I'm not here, you do as Jordan says," he gestured to a tall, blond woman, more than likely his favorite consort.


Willow nodded, lowering her eyes in submission. He let go of her chin and stepped back. "Obedience. I like that in a fledgling. Ramona, take Red out for a bite then to the mall."


"Yes, Carter," Ramona, a petite, oriental girl said as she hurried over to them. She took Willow's arm and started leading her down a new hallway, which led outside.


The night air was warm for late June as the two girls began walking. Willow glanced over her shoulder to check the layout of the structure to find that she recognized the place as the old boarding school before Kent was built. It was located within half a mile of the mall on the outskirts of town.


"Red," Ramona started. "I give you permission to freely ask questions."


*Boy, the books weren't kidding with this group when they talked about the Dominant/submissive relationship between vampires.* Willow looked at the smaller girl, about to ask something when she spotted what would have to be 'dinner.'


She saw Ramona's game face come forth and let the real vampire take the lead, silently chanting the protection spell on her intended victim.


They attacked together, Willow's third spell creating the illusion that she was feeding and the man slumped unconscious in her arms. Luckily, the second strength spell worked perfectly, and she easily held him before putting him on the ground.


Ramona dropped her victim as well, who she believed dead but in reality was not because of the protection spell, then licked her lips, her face morphing back to human. Willow let her vampire glamour fade and gave the other girl a small grin. "Much better."


Ramona seemed to be put back by the red head's normal face and she growled. "Come on."

They continued their way to the mall and were almost there before Willow began to ask questions.


"Is the Master everyone's sire?" she began.


"No, but he is choosy who he allows in his court," Ramona answered. "He wishes to surround himself by beauty."


*Then Angel will have no problems,* she thought. "Does everyone have their own quarters?"


"Yes, but if one of your betters wants you in their room..."


"I go," Willow finished.


"And everyone is your better, fledgling," Ramona said with a sneer.


"Yes, Ramona," she replied, bowing her head. *But not for long.*



*****





Shopping with someone else's money was more fun than Willow ever imagined, especially since she could buy all the things she'd never dared to wear before. *Good thing mom and dad are at that seminar until the end of July. In wouldn't want to run into them dressed like this,* she thought, eyeing herself in the mirror. She'd made sure that Ramona would see the illusion that there was no reflection if she entered the fitting room as the hacker tried on the clothes. *Eat your heart out, Buffy and Cordelia.*


She snickered with the thought, admiring her trim figure clothed in the short leather skirt and vest, with nothing underneath. The two vampires had hit all the clothing stores, especially the shoe stores. Finally, they left the mall and went to Ramona's favorite unconventional outfitter called Naughty But Nice.


Ever glad that the glamour covered Willow's blushing, they made their way through the lingerie, risque clothing and the toy section. Ramona was currently in that last area as Willow changed back into her original clothes. She gathered up all that she was going to purchase and brought it to the cashier. As he rang it up, she moved to the 'forbidden' area to browse. *I'll have to remember to check out my toy chest later and see what I'm going to have to get...and I can't believe I just thought that.*


With a quiet giggle, Willow returned to the counter and paid, using almost all of the rest of the money. Glad for her new spell cast strength, she gathered all the bags and waited for Ramona, who quickly bought a leather riding crop. "Mine keeps breaking," she said offhandedly.


"I'll bet," Willow said under her breath. They began the walk home, loaded down with bags and the hacker decided to continue her questions. "Ramona, the Master spoke of a plan to me before I was released from my mortality," she said. *Ooh, good one.* "Do you know of it?"


"It is not our place to know, only to follow orders by Carter, Matthew, Richard, Linda, Jordan or the Master himself," Ramona answered.


*The inner court,* she thought. "Is there anywhere I shouldn't go in the, er...compound?"


"Guards are posted where you should not go," Ramona said. "They will warn you once."


*Got it, important stuff behind the guards,* she thought satisfactorily. They arrived at the lair and she went directly to her room, glad she wasn't stopped with the amount of bags she carried. She put everything away, quickly hiding the mirror she bought, and laid the makeup and other beauty products on the dresser. She'd have to remember to find the bathroom in a little while and make sure to cast a spell on the mirrors so she didn't reflect.


Glancing at her watch, she realized she had another four hours before she was suppose to get tired. Happy that she had drank coffee earlier at the library, she conjured her laptop back up again and added her new discoveries.



*****





At 3:00 in the morning, Willow decided to explore. She had found a phone jack in the room and hooked herself up to the Net, pulling up a layout of the old school and magickally printed it out in order to make her own map.


She first marked her room with yellow high lighter, conjured from the depths of her backpack, and put a black star in the center. The other bedrooms she also marked in yellow. They took up the entire right wing of the old school, sixty rooms in all with four dormitory style bathrooms, which she marked in green.


The cell where she started out from was also located in the right wing, but in the south east corner, marked in gray. She found the kitchen and large cafeteria in the northeast corner, marking it pink, and discovered that the rec room was the center most part of the school, where all the hallways connected.


She found the guards stationed in the south west area, the hall that led opposite the cells where she first paused wondering which direction to go. On her map, she highlighted the whole area blue. According to the printout, there were ten rooms in that wing, possibly offices, and one bigger room that was either the Master's suite or a conference room.


Willow yawned and left her room to use the facilities, noting that all the other vampires had vanished into their various rooms alone or with another. She lifted her sight to the ceiling as she stretched, seeing that it was either unfinished or in disrepair, the cross beams and ventilation exposed. She disappeared into the 'private' stall she cloaked magickally. Vampires weren't suppose to have to use the toilet.


Glancing at her watch one final time, she saw that the sun was rising outside the tightly boarded old school and wondered when Angel would be arriving that night. She had no doubt that his first instinct would be to return to Sunnydale to hurt her, but since she was already dead, per se...




Part Four






Willow groaned when her watch alarm went off, signaling sunset. A proper vampire would automatically know when the sun went down, so she made a list of the times while she waited before exploring the night before and hid the page in her drawer. Grumbling, the red head got up, threw on some clothes and headed for the shower.


She hadn't gotten much sleep during the day on count of the fact she kept waking herself up as she remembered things that needed to be done. The first time she woke was because she heard voices in the hall and realized there was no way to protect herself at night unless she put a magickal lock on the door.


Then her mind woke her up because the reason another vampire would enter her room was to show his or her dominance, which led to her thinking about how that would happen. She ended up casting yet another spell on herself rending her 'invisible' to the advances of the others as long as she stayed quiet and submissive. Once done, she relaxed in knowing that she'd be ignored and thought of as insignificant.


She had been about to fall asleep again when her stomach growled loudly. She zapped herself the cold pizza from her fridge at home and ate while she thought of how she was going to have to stock up on food at her house so she could eat after she'd 'fed' for the night. She had learned that the minions time was their own and could come and go as desired. That worked perfectly for Willow because she still needed to eat 'real' food and check her phone messages.


Her sleep was again interrupted by the remembrance that if she just disappeared, people would worry and her plans would be ruined. She conjured up her cell phone, called Amy and told her the plan, to which her friend replied that it was a stupid plan. Willow had gotten a good laugh over that since that was what she titled it. Then, she left a message with her parents that she was going out of town with Amy, left the same message with Giles but changed the person to Angel, then went back to sleep.


This time, however, her sleep was plagued with very interesting and erotic dreams involving Angel, causing her to wake up aroused and dying to find out if she had some of the things from her dream in her toy chest. Finally, her body decided enough was enough and she slept peacefully... for a whole two hours before her alarm went off.


Willow quickly showered and returned to her room, dressing in her new, more daring clothes. The blood red, shell blouse was something Buffy would normally wear and she paired it with her new black leather pants and thick heeled, strappy shoes. After putting on more makeup than she normally wore, including lipstick that matched the blouse, she grabbed her house keys, ran a brush through her hair once more and made her way to the rec room.


The others looked up when she emerged from the hallway, but, as she hoped, they turned back to what they were doing, dismissing her as not worth their time. Hiding her grin, she kept heading straight across the room and down the hall that led to the outside. She continued walking until she passed between two vans which blocked anyone's view of her. She never came out the other side.


Teleporting herself to her street, Willow looked around carefully before heading up her driveway. It wouldn't be good if any vampires saw where she lived. Even worse, if they saw she could enter the house without being invited. Satisfied no one was there, she let herself in and headed for the kitchen. "Food, food, food, food, answering machine," she mumbled as she opened the freezer. She made herself a quick TV dinner in the microwave and, as it was heating, put together a few ready-to-eat meals, sealing them in tupperware containers and leaving them in the fridge.


Willow glanced at the clock on the microwave after removing her dinner, calculating how long it would take Angel to get to Sunnydale. She knew her home would be his first stop, thinking he would have some fun because of his all access pass. He would not realize that his actions were a crucial part of her plan.


After eating, she checked the answering machine, called Jonathan - not the Master vampire, but the teen who once peed in the pool - then went to her room to wait.



*****





Grinning, Willow wiggled her newly painted toes and fingernails, admiring the color that matched her lipstick and blouse. She had spent her time preparing herself for the first confrontation with Angelus. Being here in her house, she had decided to let him play the dominant role, hoping that once he was in control of her, he'd pretty much dismiss her as a lowly fledgling, which was what she wanted.


She heard a light tapping at the French doors to her room. *It's showtime,* she thought, smiling excitedly before smothering it. She put on an innocent face and went to open the doors.


On the other side stood Angelus. Willow could tell the difference immediately. The way he stood, the way his lips were curled, the look in his eyes - pure Angelus. Even his clothing was different, velvet and leather. *Ooh, sexy,* she thought, then remembered she was suppose to be surprised to see him. "Angel! You're back early."


"I couldn't stay away from you any longer, Willow," Angelus replied as she stepped into his waiting arms. Willow caught the evil grin out of the corner of her eye as he hugged her. "I missed you."


"I missed you, too," she replied. "A few...changes have happened since I last talked to you."


"On my end, as well," he said, leading her into the bedroom and pulling the doors shut behind him. He grabbed her suddenly, holding her in his powerful grip by the back of her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "Would you like to know what changes?"


"Angel, you're hurting me," Willow said. It was true, but since she could heal herself and she needed for him to do this, she took it.


"Am I?" Angelus said with fake concern. He let his game face come forth and stared at her with his unholy eyes. "That's such a shame."


*Time to play it up,* Willow thought, widening her eyes. "Angel? What's going on?"


"Silly little girl," he laughed. "Your Angel has gone again by way of the dodo. And boy does it feel good to be rid of that pesky soul."


She gave him a terrified look. "What...what are you going to do?" she asked in a fearful voice.


"Well now, let me see." Angelus brought his free hand up to his chin, striking a thoughtful pose. "I could kill you. Or I could kill you. Oh, and then there's always killing you."


"Um...Angel?"


He shook her by the grip on her hair. "That's Angelus, you plain Jane," he said, then looked at her outfit. "Well, well, well. It seems as though the little girl has been playing dress up. Why?"


"Part of those changes I said earlier," Willow replied. Her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Want to know what else has changed?"


"You know what? I don't care," Angelus responded. "Because soon you'll be dead and it won't matter."


"Too late," she said, activating the vampire glamour spell. "I'm already dead."




Part Five






Shocked did not adequately describe the look on Angelus' face. Willow had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing at him. Instead, she gave him a fang-filled sneer as he let go and took a step back.


"Who did this?" Angelus demanded.


"The new Master, Jonathan," Willow replied, letting the glamour fade away. "I am privileged because he considered me one of the beautiful. The Master only surrounds himself with perfection."


Watching his human face, which he slid back into as she answered, she could see a cross between fury and curiosity flash in his eyes. "Tell me more about this Jonathan."


"Wouldn't you rather do something a bit more...exciting?" Willow asked with a seductive smile. She took a step towards him and ran her hands over the velvet shirt.


Angelus backhanded her, the sun-protectant ring on his right hand cutting into her cheek. She reeled with the blow, stumbling away and collapsing onto the bed. She dropped her head so he wouldn't see her tears of pain and quickly concentrated on stopping it without healing the cut. Normal people and vampires don't instantly heal.


"Answer my question, Willow," Angelus snapped.


"Yes, Angelus," Willow said submissively, establishing her role as the 'weaker' vampire. She raised her gaze to him. "He is planning on building a new empire, starting with Sunnydale. He desires to keep only those he deems beautiful around him. No one may sire children unless they are part of his inner court. We live at the old boarding school on the outskirts of town and are allowed to come and go as we please. Master Jonathan is always looking for strong, handsome vampires to join him, especially if they can show their dominance to the others," she paused, letting the information sink in like bait. "You would make a fine addition to his court, Angelus."


"Perhaps," Angelus said thoughtfully. Nibble on her mental hook. "You will take me there... in a little while."


*Start reeling him in, Red,* she thought as she curled her legs up on the bed and struck a sexy pose. At least, she hoped it was sexy. Mentally, she ran through yet another spell, this one to block the pain that was sure to come soon. Vampires without souls definitely liked rough sex. "What would you like to do until then, Angelus?"


One side of his mouth slowly rose, his dark gaze traveling over her body in a purely predatory manor. "I'm going to fuck you, little girl, until you know your place. I don't care if Jonathan is your sire, you will answer only to me."


"Yes, Angelus," Willow replied, lowering her gaze. It happened to land right on the large bulge in his leather pants. She felt herself growing hot and wet and panicked slightly. *At the rate I'm casting spells, I'm surprised I don't burn out,* she thought as she wove yet another one to make Angelus not notice the difference in body temperature.


"Come here," he instructed, dropping the shirt he had been unbuttoning to the floor. She quickly stood and went over to him. "On your knees."


Willow dropped to the ground in front of him, her face now level with the same area she'd noticed just moments before. She licked her lips, her vaginal muscles tingling in response to what she knew she was going to do. However, she didn't do anything. After all she'd read, she understood that to be truly submissive she would wait until instructions were given or else be punished. Even though her body was currently desensitized to pain, she still didn't want to have to heal broken bones or other injuries unless absolutely necessary.


Angelus undid his own pants and pulled himself free, his large cock hard and ready for her waiting mouth. "Pleasure me, little girl," he said, his hands hanging loose at his sides.


She leaned forward, taking him in her hand near the base, then running her tongue along the entire underside of his shaft. She circled the tip, pulling slowly up with her hand, then stroking down at the same time she took him into her mouth. She heard him growl low in pleasure as she began to bob her head, using her hand as well, with two fingers tightly encircling his cock, resting up against her lips as she sucked him.


After a few minutes, she changed her technique, alternating between slow sucking and quick thrusts until she got daring and bit him. Angelus immediately grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting into her face, her teeth scraping the top and bottom of his shaft as she relaxed her throat. He let out a grunt as he came, shooting his cold semen down her throat. Willow swallowed reflexively, making him twitch in pleasure. She did not move until he pulled himself from her mouth, even then she only sat back on her heels.


"Stand up and strip," Angelus instructed as he did the same. Willow shed her clothing and undergarments, then stood there. His eyes raked over her hungrily, burning into her skin, making the wetness between her legs increase. He took a step to her and yanked her into his arms, his mouth descending upon hers in a punishing kiss.


Teeth and tongues clashed as their bodies rubbed together. Willow moaned in her throat as he grabbed one of her breasts in his hand and pinched the rock-hard nipple. Desire shot to her groin, making it ache and she thrust up against him. He broke away from her mouth and descended upon the other breast, roughly biting and sucking.


Suddenly, she found herself on her back on the edge of the bed, the vampire opening her to him with bruising fingers. He mounted her swiftly, plunging his once again hard cock into her wet sex. She arched up into him as he furiously thrust, his hand holding her legs as far apart as they could go. With her last bit of sanity, she put the game face glamour over her features at the same time his returned.


Angelus let go of her legs and yanked her into a semi sitting position. Holding onto her shoulders, he sank his fangs into her neck, his hips ramming into hers as he orgasm a second time. He drank heavily and loudly as he emptied himself into her core, her entire body tense with her own waiting orgasm.


However, it was to be denied as he removed his fangs and pulled out of her abruptly, turning away while licking his lips. She let out a quiet whimper, her sex throbbing as he walked over and picked up his pants. "Come on, little girl. I haven't got all night," Angelus sneered as he put his pants on.


Bowing her head, Willow mentally groaned from her being denied release and quickly dressed. She was going to have a very interesting time with her fingers later, maybe even with one of the toys she'd found in the chest. When she raised her head, she saw Angelus lounging against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his human mask in place. She didn't dare release her glamour, knowing that the pressure she was under would make it stay in the foreground if she were a true vampire. She was just glad that her mind was quick enough to stay on top of things. She gathered her laptop and the small nail polish bag and turned to leave.


"What are you doing?" Angelus asked, his tone casual.


"I'm getting my computer," Willow answered, shouldering the bag.


"Is that why you came here tonight?" he said curiously.


"No, I was suppose to meet with Amy," she replied, giving him a small, evil grin. "She didn't show up. However, you weren't the only one to get home early."


Angelus smiled fully at her and headed for her bedroom door. "Where are they?"


*Eep!* Willow cried mentally. "Um...bedroom," she stammered. She watched him walk out of the room and quickly said a new spell. "Gods and Goddesses, let him see the illusion of my mom's body." Not moving, she waited to see if it worked. When he heard him laugh maniacally, she let out a breath of relief. Tonight when she was alone, she was also going to have to preform a huge thank you ritual to the gods and goddesses for all the magick she'd been preforming in the past two days. *Has it only been two days? Seems much longer,* she thought as Angelus walked back into the bedroom.


"Very good work, little girl. Now, take me to Jonathan," Angelus said. She nodded and led the way out the French doors.


Phase two of Willow's Stupid Plan was a success. On to phase three.




Part Six






Outside of the old school, Willow let her glamour fade before looking up at Angelus. His face was set in a mocking sneer, as if he knew he was the best, or worst in terms of threat to humans, vampire around. Which he was as far as she could tell.


She led him inside and stopped in the crowded rec room. It seemed as though all the minions and half of the inner court were present. She looked up at him again and he made a shooing motion with his hand, effectively dismissing her. Without hesitation, she headed for her room. It was time to let Angelus do his own thing.


That day she did three things - held a ritual of thanks, got herself off and cast an anti-jealousy spell on herself. She needed her love to be free to make his way to the inner court and into the top position, and to do that he would be using sex as a form of domination.



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It only took Angelus a week to climb his way to the top. Willow stayed unobtrusive and watched the power struggle between the vampires. Every night he would pick the next dominant leader and before every dawn he would come out with a cowed, submissive vampire, who would then do something in front of the others to show Angelus' dominance. She was not too thrilled to watch him receive a blow job by one of the females, but the anti-jealousy spell helped.


Now that Angelus was in the highest position next to the Master, it was time for Willow to prepare. She had found out that behind the closed doors in the southwest wing, guards were stationed in every room. That hampering her ability to just become invisible and transport herself inside, she made do with researching as much as she could about Jonathan and anything else she overheard.


She let close to a month go by, allowing Angelus to be firmly entrenched in his position of dominance. Those that came and challenged him were put in place immediately. She stayed in the lowest possible position of the group, even newly made vampires surpassed her without challenge. Granted, they wanted to move higher and it was easy for them because they didn't have souls.


Willow formed a routine which kept her busy until the time was right. She got up as the sun went down, cleaned up, donned new clothes, went on a group hunt and saved the victims lives through witchcraft, went to the Bronze for a bit, returned to her house to eat and check her phone messages, returned to the school and eavesdropped for the remainder of the night. Then it was back to her room for a few hours of research or updating her notes, before going to sleep.


Overall, her most favorite part of the night was going to the Bronze. With her change in appearance and her confidence being bolstered due to living with vampires, she was asked to dance more in one night then in her entire life prior to graduation. But the best was Cordelia's old sheep. The looks on their faces whenever she passed or when guys bypassed them for her made her giddy with revenge.


The drawbacks to going to the club was that at times she had to fight off unwanted advances. Having fun was one thing, being mauled or heavily hit upon was something else. Luckily, with her spell cast strength, just a little squeeze of a wrist or hand taught them a lesson. She also missed having Angel around, dancing with him, kissing him or just plain being with him. He'd been gone for two weeks prior to her 'becoming' a vampire, and since then Angelus had ignored her except for that first night.


Willow checked the rings she magickally set in the ceiling and floor, then double checked the one already above the bed. It wouldn't do her any good to have him break free, even thought she could over power him easily.


She looked around his room where phase four of Willow's Stupid Plan was to occur, making sure everything was easily accessible. She reread her list once more, nodded her head in satisfaction, then went to get changed. She had half an hour before he was due to return and become owned by her.


The fun was about to begin.




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