chapter 1: Turned
Willow smiled to herself. Angelus was on the loose, Spike not far behind, Miss Calendar was dead, so were her fish, Kendra had been killed by Drusilla, Drusilla had been killed by Buffy, and yet everything seemed so right here in the arms of the man she loved.
His name was Carlos, he had beautiful dark eyes and sexy, careless hair. He was three years older than her, attended U.C.L.A., and came to see her every weekend at 7:30 when the last of his classes ended.
Willow hadn't told Buffy, or even Xander about his very existence. She wanted to make sure it was for real, she didn't want to get all excited over something that wouldn't last. Willow had met Carlos at a club in L.A., Willow had wanted to meet with Angel about a new demon in town. When she arrived Angel Investigations was in shambles. Willow found Cordelia dead on the ground, drained completely. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. Angelus was back. Willow had gone to the club to dance off her stress and tension, something she would never do in Sunnydale, where her friends might see her. That's when she had bumped into Carlos, the two started dancing and they really clicked. They danced almost until dawn, when Carlos had to leave, and by that time he had woven himself into her heart.
In fact, tonight he had convinced Willow to cut her hair, just below her ears and get it highlighted. Her hair was now bright red, instead of a brownish color. They now stood dancing at the Bronze.
"Willow, there's something I want to show you." Carlos slipped his hand into hers and led her up the stairs that looked over the dance floor of the Bronze. Willow followed obediently, only contemplating the freezing temperature of his skin for a second. When they reached the top, Willow's curiosity peaked.
"So, what is it you wanted to show me?" She asked with a playful air, remembering all those nights when he had surprised her with cute little teddy bears, chocolates, sometimes jewelry! He chuckled,
"Close your eyes." Willow did as she was told and it wasn't long before she felt his lips on hers. He peppered her face with kisses, sometimes playful, sometimes passionate. His kisses traveled down to her neck. Willow giggled at the ticklish spot, dismissing Giles' lectures about letting strange men close to your neck. Besides, Carlos wasn't a stranger, she loved him, and he loved her. Willow opened her eyes to look at the people beneath them, her gaze froze when she caught sight of two familiar faces. Angelus and Spike, and they were staring right back at her. Willow opened her mouth to say something to Carlos but all that ended up coming out was a piercing scream. Willow's eyes widened as a sharp pain traveled around her neck. Unfortunately, at the same time, the band that was performing hit their volume up a few notches, drowning Willow out. Dull realization hit her; Carlos had planned this. Willow felt her body go numb, breathing became difficult, struggling was worse.
Willow allowed her body to slump against his. Carlos removed his fangs from her jugular, and through her blurry vision she saw him mouth the words `Together Forever'.
Willow watched him slice his own wrist open and bring the bleeding wound to her mouth. Willow cried as she felt the coppery liquid travel down her throat. Willow inhaled sharply as she felt her heart stop beating. In replacement, Willow felt something that hadn't been there before, adoration. Carlos took his wrist from her mouth and smiled at her, and Willow smiled back. Willow felt her smile drop as she watched Carlos suddenly explode into dust, Willow fell on her back. Buffy was standing over her, stake in hand. Willow felt her adoration for Carlos shatter, quickly replaced by a searing pain throughout her body.
"Buffy, help me." She wheezed out, she lay on her back shaking. Willow felt her face contort painfully, and she gasped unnecessarily, she had vamped out! Willow cried harder as she felt her face twist back.
"I'm sorry Willow," Willow's eyes widened as she watched Buffy, her best friend kneel down and raise her stake as the people below danced on, completely unaware.
"This is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you." Buffy brought her stake down, but was suddenly stopped by a pair of strong hands. Angelus! Willow didn't know whether to be frightened or relieved.
"Hello lover." He growled before throwing Buffy across the cat walk. Willow felt herself being lifted as Angelus and Buffy began to exchange blows. Willow looked to see who had picked her up... Spike!He flashed her a quick smile.
"Hello Pet." With that he leaped out an open window, landing gracefully on his feet. He took off in the direction of the factory with Willow in his arms.
The pain in Willow's chest and head hadn't lightened any. Willow suddenly became aware of the horrible torture Spike and Angelus were capable of. Willow felt her limps spring back to life. She kicked violently and struggled to get out of his grasp.
"Calm down Red!" Spike said struggling to keep his hold on her. Willow raised her hand to slap him, but ended up scratching him across the cheek, drawing blood. Willow's eyes widened as he vamped out, growling viciously. He tossed her to the ground. Willow landed on her back and Spike got on top, straddling her, her hands pinned above her head. He brought his face close to her.
"So you like it rough, eh luv?" Spike gyrated his hips against hers. Willow wasn't sure she whimpered out of fear or pleasure. He smirked,
"As much as I'd like to finish this, it'll be dawn soon, and I don't plan to be turned into a crispy critter, how `bout you luv?" Willow shook her head.
"That much I guessed, now be a good little fledgling and behave." Spike threw Willow over his shoulder and continued towards the factory. Willow wondered what was to become of her. Would she die? Would she be enslaved? And how could she make this terrible pain go away!?