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Night School	By : velvetwhip Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Willow > Angel(us)/Willow Views: 8945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: Thank you from the bottom of my heart to Emerald, whose muse took this tale in an unexpected and uncomfortable direction, shepherded me through the writing process with so much patience and care; to Elisabeth, who puts up with my horrendous insecurities; to Kat, whose insights are amazing and who manages to make me laugh no matter what my mood; to Missy, who has been my cheerleader and who even put my story and my awards nominations buttons on her site since I don't have a site of my own; to Inell, for being such an inspiration and such a caring and nurturing friend, and to Lisa Kelley...just because.

Author's Notes2: Thanks to everyone who has given me feedback, including midnight, Em, Jenni, Rome, Marianna, Astrid, Zoe, and Aaronlisa. If your name isn't here, forgive me for the oversight and know that I thank you from the bottom of my heart!

When Angelus heard Willow�s laughter, he became consumed with rage. The worthless little cunt was laughing at him? He�d make the little whore beg for death by the time he finished punishing her. He pulled his spent cock out of her and dragged her swiftly to a seated position on the bed. And still, Willow laughed. Even as Angelus fixed her with an angry gaze, his demonic features fully evident; with his fangs bared, his forehead ridged, and his eyes flashing yellow in fury. He needed to make her see what a mistake she was making by taking him so lightly, by mocking him, by laughing at him. So he drew his hand back and slapped her full-force across her face.
Willow couldn�t feel the sensation of Angelus finally pulling out of her ravaged, aching body. All she could feel was the overwhelming sense that her life had been a joke and eternity would be the punchline. So she laughed, heedless of the meaning it might have to the vampire who had just finished brutalizing her, heedless of the fact that it might provoke an even more vicious and cruel assault, heedless of anything now that the strain of the night�s events had overwhelmed her beyond her ability to cope. Her laughter bubbled out of her in waves that crested and faded only to reemerge; each fit of hysterics more uncontrollable than the last. She was lost in a boundless sea of confused and chaotic emotions, unable to tell one from another, unable to even form a coherent thought. It was only when she felt the blow to her face that Willow returned to any sense of reality and became aware of where she was once more.
Upon seeing Willow�s lack of reaction to his �game face�, Angelus knew that her laughter was something different than he had originally supposed. Had he driven her mad? �Shit,� he thought. This was not what he had wanted at all. Truth be told, neither was the rape. He realized now that he had wanted much more from Willow than a night of sexual pleasure. He had seen in her the qualities he had once thought he had seen in Drusilla.
But in Drusilla, those qualities had merely been an illusion. Her chastity was nothing more than a product of the times, her innocence and piety a mask. Hell, even her lunacy was a ploy. For Angelus had quickly realized that Drusilla was, at heart, a creature of monstrous narcissism. Her dolls, her indecipherable speech; every aspect of her �insanity� was carefully calculated to ensure that she received an endless amount of attention and care. And when Angelus had shown signs of becoming bored and disinterested in her affectations and �eccentricities�, she had sired Spike as a rival, knowing that a competitive creature like Angelus would never allow himself to be eclipsed in any contest. Even a contest for affections he no longer truly wanted. Drusilla had played him like a violin and he had fallen completely into her trap, hanging onto Drusilla as if she were his one true love, taunting Spike with the fact that she loved Angelus more, giving her what she wanted most in unlife�the spotlight, a place at the center of their world. And all the time he was fighting for something that was a mockery of what he truly desired, something he now knew was right in front of him. Or had been, until he destroyed her.
Reflecting on Drusilla and what a mistake it had been to ever bother with her would get him nowhere. He needed to focus on Willow and what to do to bring her back to sanity. There had to be something he could do to salvage the situation; he couldn�t have found what he wanted most only to lose it before it ever really was his. He had learned from his past mistakes, and he would fix the mistakes he had made tonight. Or he would make all those Willow had ever cared about pay for having had what he truly valued and what they had never deserved: Willow�s devotion, Willow�s heart, Willow�s love. But no, those things could be his, would be his. He could still make things right, make Willow see the truth; that he had done what he had done because of how badly he wanted her. And that he was the one who appreciated and deserved her. And all he had to do was stop her from descending into madness. But how?
Willow had no idea of Angelus� thoughts over the last few moments or of his new ideas about her place in his unlife. But while she hadn�t felt the full impact of the blow to her cheek, she had felt enough to bring her back to a semblance of awareness, enough to bring her back to the realization of where she was�on a bed, naked, with the vampire who had just finished brutally raping her. And now her laughter suddenly turned to sobs; deep, gut wrenching, heartrending sobs. She cried for the physical and emotional pain she could once again feel. She cried for the innocence and the illusions she had lost forever. She cried for the friendships she had never really had and the love she would never know. She cried for all of those things and for things she couldn�t understand or even name. But most of all, for the first time in her life, Willow cried for herself. And then, in a turn of events which sent her mind and her feelings into a state of paralyzing confusion once more, Willow found herself wrapped in strong arms and held against a firm, cool chest as she continued to break down.
When Willow�s laughter had transformed into tears, Angelus wasn�t sure what to do. He decided to let his instincts guide him. Instincts which, he hoped, would lead him back on the path he had wished to travel all along, the path to Willow�s heart. For here was the creature of intelligence, understanding, and boundless, unselfish devotion he had longed for as his companion. A girl who would put him above all else, including herself; a girl who would worship him, adore him, and make any sacrifice to please him. A girl who would place her wit and intellect, as well as her body, at his disposal at all times for him to use as he saw fit. He refused to think about the fact that his own narcissism rivaled that which he found so monstrous in Drusilla. He was not, by nature, introspective. He simply saw the world through the window of his own desires and needs and acted to fulfill them. And he wanted and needed Willow. So he allowed his instincts to guide him and pulled the sobbing, wretched girl into his arms and began to murmur soothingly in her ear.
�Shhh, sweetling. It will be all right. I�m here, Angelus murmured in Willow�s ear. She heard the words and vaguely realized that there was something wrong with finding comfort in them. But she was too desperate to cling to the sudden feeling of safety and calm that she was experiencing to pay the warning bell in her mind any heed. So any thoughts of the twisted incongruity of finding relief from her anguish in the arms of the monster who had caused it were swept to the side. And for now, she simply allowed herself to revel in the feeling of someone caring enough to soothe away her pain for the first time in her life.
Angelus nearly burst with pride and relief as he felt Willow relax into his embrace, sensed her tears abating, and heard her soft sigh as he murmured soothing platitudes to her. All hope was not lost. Far from it. He was now closer to achieving his newfound goal than he had been at the beginning of the night. Willow was surrendering herself to him. He could feel it. And if his instincts could just guide as as surely as they were now, Willow would be his forever.

Tbc�
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