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Author's Chapter Notes:
The beginning may seem strange but the ending will straighten it out. I hope. I’m not very good at writing erotica and I haven’t written much of it so, this may seem a little rough. I’m also thinking of writing a sequel or two.
Innocent Dreams?

Author: Meana

Email: meana@borderline-angel.com

Summary: Willow has a strange dream after Surprise/Innocence. Complete.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the following people. They belong to someone else. I’m just borrowing them for fun and absolutely no profit.

Rated: NC-17

Archive: Worstwitch feel free. My sites: ...Mightier Than the Sword and Romantic Intentions. Otherwise, ask.

Spoilers: Surprise/Innocence

Authors Notes: The beginning may seem strange but the ending will straighten it out. I hope. I’m not very good at writing erotica and I haven’t written much of it so, this may seem a little rough. I’m also thinking of writing a sequel or two.

Feedback: Yes, please. Did it make sense? Was something incorrect? Help! And thanks to those who’ve already sent me encouragement. Did this turn out anything like you thought it would?

Part One

Willow raced down the halls of Sunnydale high school with tears streaming down her face. She ran until she could no longer breathe and then she stopped. She leaned against the wall, her breathing laboured, and tried to regain her composure. Her thoughts had raced after her despite her attempts to leave them behind.

"Why?!" she raged. "Why Cordelia? Why not me? Why is it never me?"

Willow wrapped her arms around herself and cried some more. Then with a determined heart she stood up, brushed her tears away, and squared her shoulders.

"Crying won't solve anything," she murmured and started to walk back to the library to face reality.


With a gleeful stride, Angel raced away from his apartment. "Poor, poor slayer," sang through his mind as his steps brought him closer and closer to the high school. At the school doors his step slowed and he calmly walked in. Thoughts of blood, fear, and mayhem filled his mind.

Angel watched as the slight form of Willow Rosenberg ran by him. The sounds of her sobs echoed in his ears. He smiled and followed her. He watched as she stopped and leaned against a wall. He listened to her words and smiled at the pain she was obviously feeling. With admiration he watched her pull herself together, he watched as she buried her pain behind a fragile mask, spoke to herself, and started to walk away.

"Willow," he said softly as he stepped forward, his game-face, as Buffy called it, on.


Willow whirled around at the sound of her name.

"Angel!" she gasped, "You startled me! Is something wrong?"

"Come here. There's something I want to show you." He held out his hand.

Slowly Willow walked toward him. She tried to look into his eyes but shadows hid his face. "Angel, what do you want to show me?" she asked.

"You'll see." His voice was a low seductive murmur and it sent a shiver of desire up Willow's spine.

When she was close enough Willow placed her hand into Angel's outstretched one. The moment their hands touched an electric shock ran through both their bodies. Willow froze in surprise but Angel ignored it.

With determined force, Angel pulled an off-balance Willow toward him. He spun her around so her back was to him and spread one hand around her throat almost lifting her off the floor by her neck. His other hand cruelly gripped one of her arms.

"Angel!" Willow managed to choke out. "What are you doing?" Her voice was harsh and strained with pain.

"I'm leaving Buffy a message," he growled in her ear. In a whisper he continued, "A message of helplessness. Hers. I'm going to destroy everything important to her and she won't be able to stop me." He started to laugh.

Willow shivered at his words and at the corrupt sound of his laugh. Yet, despite the cruelty of his words and the evil of their obvious meaning, Willow wasn't afraid. Angel was there to kill her and it didn't frighten her. In fact, Xander's unexpected 'betrayal' and the pain it had caused her were making Willow consider how she might return the 'favour'.

"Then kill me already," she croaked.

At her words, the vampire stopped laughing. He let go of her throat and spun her around to face him. He ignored Willow's gasp when she saw his face. Instead, he gazed into her eyes. "What did you say?" he asked.

"I said kill me," Willow answered impatiently. "I don't care if I live or die so, you might as well kill me."

Angel stared at Willow in shock. In all his years of doling out death, he had never had a victim who wanted to die. Not even Drusilla. Looking into Willow's eyes Angel realized that killing her would release her from the pain she was feeling at that moment. He also saw that she was prepared to die and would not give him the satisfaction of showing fear.

Angel gazed at Willow with something akin to admiration. It would almost be a shame to kill someone with such spirit. Suddenly an idea occurred to Angel, a way to cause even greater pain to the Slayer and to provide the world with the continued presence of Willow Rosenberg. He smiled.

With hands made strangely gentle, Angel drew Willow into an empty classroom. One hand cupped the side of her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. The other hand slid around her waist and drew her closer to him. For the first time, Angel truly looked at the young woman before him.

"You are beautiful Willow," he murmured. "As beautiful as the Slayer yet, with a fire within you that makes you even more alluring than Buffy." Even as Willow stared at him in wide-eyed shock he continued, "It would be a shame to let such beauty be destroyed by time." He then kissed Willow lightly on the lips. Willow inhaled sharply in surprise. In response, Angel began to kiss a trail to her ear where he nibbled contentedly for a few moments.

"A...a...angel," Willow stuttered in confusion. This was not what she had expected. She'd thought she'd feel the pain of his teeth as he tore into her throat. Instead she felt his lips on her skin and it was causing her stomach to do funny little flips. "What are you doing?" She pushed against his chest but her strength was no match for his.

Angel didn't answer her. At least not verbally. Instead, he moved his lips from her ear down to the base of her throat. Gently he nibbled the skin until, with sudden viciousness, he sank his teeth into the tender flesh.

With slow, gentle, care he drank the delicious nectar of life that was Willow's blood. Slowly, entwined, they sank to the floor, lovers in a passionate embrace.

With a burst of willpower, Angel stopped drinking. It wouldn't do to kill her too soon. He returned to nibbling on the soft skin of Willow's throat.

End Part One
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