SPOILERS: This takes place after Angel loses his soul but before Becoming, which never happened in my 'verse. I will keep and discard Buffy lore as I see fit.

Part 15

**rolling dice and seeming queer

bastard love a sick affair

let's see what new disease you'll fetch

I mean that fucking you is strange and adored by me throughout

oh it's you again

blessing you with every kiss

so precious you know

this hate of mine exploded

I'm so deranged you know

I will never be the same

tying yourself to me

stitch up my emptiness

'cause your the death of me

so precious, loving the thrill**

**"Stitches"- Orgy**

Willow sobbed, her mind unable to comprehend the sight before her. The fact that Angelus once again had her in his possession came secondary to the pain her soul felt over seeing her best friend turned into one of the creatures she had been born to fight against. Her beautiful face distorted by the ridges of the vampiric visage tore at Willow’s heart as she cried helpless tears against the travesty. The sheer injustice of it all made her weep. "Buffy, you were wrong. It is my fault. I only hope wherever your soul is, it can forgive me."

The blonde vampire took a seat at the edge of the bed and stared at the hacker. She tilted her head to the side, studying the girl before her as if she was a piece of puzzling, abstract art. Her features quickly morphed back into the human face Willow was used to. She reached a cold palm out to softly caress her cheek, the cool detachment in her eyes belying the gentleness of her touch. "Willow," she whispered her friend’s name with a tone dripping with pity. "You’re so naïve. What makes you think I’m not the same Buffy I was before. Trust me, I know exactly what my soul is feeling. It’s still a part of me. And I know what it was thinking as Angelus turned me. I cursed you Willow. I curse you. This is your fault, and believe me, my soul knew it, as I know it now. None of this would have happened if not for you. All you had to do was give in to Angelus, allow him to love and possess you like you both wanted, and I’d be alive right now. If only you had succumbed to your inner desires, then we wouldn’t be here now. But no, you had to turn him away and run off and fall in love with someone else. Well, you’ll get what’s coming to you, I promise you that. I only wish it could culminate in your death at my hands. You don’t deserve Angelus- you never did. You’re not half the woman I am Willow, but you’ll learn. I’ll take pleasure in watching Angelus tire of you and discard you like the little trashy whore you are." The slayer paused, drinking in the tears spilling forth from her former friend’s eyes, her chest rising and falling as violent sobs overtook her small body. She moved her hands up to Willow’s eyelids, her fingers catching the tears as they fell. She brought her fingers up to her lips, relishing the taste of the salty liquid, knowing they were products of the pain she was inflicting on the girl.

Willow shuddered at the vampire’s touch, the back of her mind reeling at how cold Buffy’s touch was. She couldn’t understand how she could have missed that before. Unable to help herself, she asked, "How? I felt you, I held you. I saw your bruises." Willow’s eyes roamed over the slayer’s now immaculate skin.

Buffy leaned backwards on her arms, arching her chest forward so Willow could get a clear look at the unblemished skin of her neck and face. She seemed to take pride in the charade she had so perfectly pulled off. "What, do you think you’re the only witch who knows how to use a little magic. All it took was a simple glamour spell. You can thank your friend Amy for that. It’s amazing how easily people will betray their friends when faced with the business end of a cattle prod. She’d be here now but we let her go. She was doing more than her share to hurt you as a human, considering how she’s fucking your ex-boyfriend Oz. Oops." Buffy covered her mouth with her hand, doing her best to look contrite at the grimace of pain that crossed Willow’s face. "You didn’t know, did you. I suppose I should have told you during our sporadic phone conversations, but I suppose I just didn’t want to hurt you. I can’t believe I let it slip now. Silly me."

Buffy flinched in surprise as Willow’s saliva drenched her face. Clenching her hand together, Buffy reeled back and punched her squarely in the jaw. Willow’s head snapped to the side from the force of the impact, shutting her eyes and clenching her teeth against the pain. She felt Buffy’s closeness against her face, her breath chilling her skin as she hissed. "Spit on me all you like Bitch, it won’t change anything. You’re just a little whore who’s now gonna pay for coveting her best friend’s possessions. Don’t think I don’t know how you lusted after Angel when me and him were together. I could see it in your eyes whenever you looked at him, or whenever I mentioned his name. You wanted him as much as I did- and you hated me for having what you wanted. Was it my fault you were a mousy nothing when I met you, who couldn’t attract the attention of a guy even if he was blind and dumb. You’ve always lived in my shadow, Willow. Xander, Angel, heck, I bet even Oz had a thing for me. Maybe once I’m done playing with Spike I can move on to Adrian. I saw the way he looked at me when we first met, and I’m sure you noticed as well. How could he help himself, being stuck with you for the past year. He’s probably in need of a good fucking, cause I’m certain you haven’t given it up to him yet. But don’t worry Will, I’ll be sure to keep him satisfied in ways you never could."

As hard as it was, Willow was proud of herself for not reacting outwardly, giving Buffy the satisfaction she so obviously wanted. Inwardly, Buffy’s words were having the intended affect, wounding Willow deeply, but she wouldn’t let her see it. The only indication of the pain she was feeling was the tears that had yet to cease falling.

Disgusted at the self control Willow was exhibiting, denying her pleasure in seeing her victim break, Buffy grew bored of her taunting. Placing a mocking kiss on Willow’s damp cheek, the slayer stood in one graceful move and stalked over to her sire, who had been resting against the doorframe, watching the encounter between the two former friends with barely controlled glee. He had to admit that he was proud of the way the slayer had turned out. It had never been his intention to turn her. Well, perhaps it had crossed his mind once or twice when he had first returned, when his obsession with her had been at it’s height, but the idea had died with his growing obsession with Willow. After that he had only imagined her death as the greatest act of his revenge. He’d been forced to turn the slayer in order to implement his plan to get Willow back, and it was working out better than he had ever imagined. The slayer was truly even more beautiful as a vampire than she had been as a human. In addition, she was crueler and more capricious than any other childe he had ever sired. He supposed it had to do with the rage he had felt inside of her as her soul fled her body. With her last ounce of breath she had cursed the world and God for repaying her sacrifices to the greater good in this manner. That rage had stayed when she’d awoken to her unlife, combining with the bitter anger she’d always kept locked inside of her as a human- hatred for the unwanted curse destiny had laid upon her, the role it had deemed her worthy enough to play, despite her own wishes. As a vampire, Buffy was prepared to revenge herself against any and everyone for the life that had been robbed from her long before Angelus had turned her, starting with those who had been closest to her. It made her sire proud to see her in action, even if the victim of her wrath was the woman he loved.

Angelus smiled at his childe, who now had her body pressed intimately against his. He leaned down, gripping her head to place a bruising kiss on her willing lips. She wasn’t Willow, but she would do, especially since the one he wanted was now ready and waiting for him less than 5 feet away. The thought caused a growl to emanate from his throat. Shoving Buffy away from him, he ordered her out of the room. "Go amuse yourself with my other bleached out childe. I’ve got business to attend to and I don’t want to be disturbed."

Buffy pouted, disappointed that she wasn’t going to be able to watch, but complied. She already knew better than to disregard an order from her sire. Closing the door behind her, she left the couple alone.

Willow stared at Angelus with wide, frightened eyes, resembling a deer caught in headlights. He merely smiled, his laughter full of content satisfaction over the prize tied to his bed. Lowering his body so that it completely covered her own, he leaned forward so his lips were a hairs breath away from her own. He drank in the way her eyes widened even further as she felt his erection pressing through his leather pants against her own sex and whispered, "Welcome home, honey." Then he kissed her.