Part 2

Willow was very different to observe when she was alone in her bedroom…her comfort zone. Angelus had been watching her for a few hours and was impressed with her grace and efficiency of movement. He took a drag from his cigarette. Interesting, he thought. When she was with others she was more self-conscious…awkward and nervous. Voyeurism was informative. He’d always found that watching people when they were alone was an educational insight into their real character. Of course, one had to see them in a variety of situations to get a full picture of who they were.

Tonight’s surveillance had been multi-purpose. Seeing her in her own element told him much about her. Earlier she’d applied herself to homework with a single minded purpose that indicated genuine interest in the subject matter; it wasn’t a chore for her. Willow showed enthusiasm for all the subjects she’d covered; English, Geometry, and History. The latter engaged her emotions, though. Her studies of the American Civil War moved her deeply. This lovely young girl was very interested in people and the world around her…past and present: Angelus liked the things that told him about her.

There had been moments of silent contemplation that piqued his curiosity. She had stared into space, entranced, as she’d run her fingers over her t-shirt. Angelus had been entranced, too. He’d wanted to burst into her room and demand to be told what she was thinking as the tips of her fingers slowly ran up her belly, between her breasts, coming back down grazing a nipple causing it to react perkily at the attention…then she’d repeat the action. Her nubile body was so responsive. Angelus flicked his cigarette into the yard and mirrored her sensual touch on his own body, kneading his erection with the other hand. The mesmerized vampire would’ve given anything to know what was going through her mind as those lucky fingers traveled over her. Unfortunately, a brisk breeze prevented him from catching her scent…he *knew* it would be intoxicating. An engrossed Angelus had no idea how much time passed when the phone rang. He quietly growled curses at the telephone solicitor who’d interrupted them. Interfering bastard!

While Willow answered insipid questions, Angelus made the most of the time by lowering his pants enough to get himself off. His consequent ejaculation relieved the sexual tension…for now. Managing his desire for Willow was important at this juncture. Biding his time with her would be difficult if he didn’t keep his sexual frustration under control…which was certainly becoming an ongoing task. Punishing her for being alluring was unacceptable and he knew that’s *exactly* where unsatisfied desire on his part would lead. Although violence was a tool in attaining his goal, its misuse would be counterproductive. Adept strategists had to maintain a clear head and keep sight of the objective. Drusilla was a prime example of what could happen if one got too caught up in the fun of cruelty for its own sake. Angelus learned from his mistakes. Willow was a keeper: miscalculation wouldn’t happen, he told himself firmly.

Angelus straightened and fastened his clothes as Willow tidied her room after she got off the phone. He lit another smoke and enjoyed the view. Everything went into slow motion for him as Willow took a nightgown out the dresser and began to disrobe. The forgotten cigarette burned down to his fingers and he stifled a cry of pain just in time. Throwing away the offending butt, he never took his eyes from the riveting sight before him. Unconsciously he sucked his singed fingers into his mouth, to ease the sting, as he gazed in awe at a nude Willow. Her lithe, succulent body exceeded his high expectations. Once again his pants were bulging uncomfortably. That was it, he was swearing off of leather pants until his sexual relationship with this little nymph began! He closed his eyes and swallowed hard as she climbed into bed, trying to will his stiff dick into submission.

As Willow tossed and turned in her virginal bed, Angelus fought with his imagination as it continued to show him visions of himself fucking the little temptress senseless. Surrendering to his insistent fantasies, he figured he might as well take care of business one more time since he had to wait for her to fall asleep anyway. All this visual stimulation was going to be the death of him, he groused. It was a good thing he was abducting Willow tonight…giving himself hand-jobs while lurking outside the window of a teenaged girl was beneath his dignity.

By the time Angelus regained mastery over his libido, Willow was fast asleep. Finally! He was sick of spewing semen far and wide as he maintained his vigil. *That* was the métier of horny adolescent boys, most definitely *not* master vampires, for crissake. If anyone had witnessed his humiliating performance out here tonight, they would’ve died an ugly death.

Angelus stealthily entered Willow’s girlish bedroom. First he had to ensure she would stay asleep. Retrieving a vial from his duster pocket, he opened it and held it beneath her nose. An accommodating doctor had procured the chemical mixture for him. He felt confident she would have no ill effects from the ‘deep sleep’ inducing drug: the doctor was made to understand that if any harm came to Willow, his life, and that of his family was forfeit. It seemed to have worked as promised, her heartbeat and breathing became slow and even. Good. Excellent. It was important to have an able physician in his pocket. Killing this one would just mean having to find a new one and he had neither the time nor the inclination. Angelus had other priorities now. Willow’s human state would probably create ongoing medical needs…both natural and those inflicted by him. Not that he didn’t intend to proceed with caution, of course, but these things happen.

Watching Willow tonight had provided clues as to how she liked to pass time. Angelus had brought roomy duffel bags and went about gathering items he thought she would want with her. His packing included some unnecessary clothing, suitcases and toiletries since her friends and family needed to believe she was on an extended trip. There was no telling how snoopy Buffy and Co. would be and he prided himself on planning for every contingency.

Tomorrow calls would be made to Willow’s absent parents and the school informing them of the various lies Angelus had concocted to explain her disappearance. No stone would be left unturned, he thought loftily.

Looking around the room, he felt confident he’d covered all of his bases. As his eyes fell on the fish swimming around in baggies, he rolled his eyes. He’d provided an ample new home for them as well. They’d feel like they’d died and gone to fish heaven in the elaborate new tank he’d had purchased and set up in Willow’s room at their new home. Angelus was disgusted at the lengths he had gone to, but touches like the fish would go a long way in making Willow accept her new situation all the sooner. Familiarity bred contentment…at least that was the idea.

Angelus hauled the bags to his waiting SUV, thankful that Willow’s parents were considerate enough to leave their child unattended. Bad parenting provided the devil’s playground, he said to himself with a chuckle.

All was in readiness to whisk Willow off to her new life. Angelus felt a wave of excited anticipation as he stood over her bed and watched her. She looked even younger and more innocent in slumber, ensconced in the bed of her childhood. He ran a finger along her smooth cheek and said softly, “My darling, life as you knew it is over. Nothing will be the same again…for either of us. You and I have great things in store for our future.”

Carefully pulling the covers back, he picked her up, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of her in his arms. Unable to resist the temptation, he bent his head and kissed her soft lips lingeringly. “Mine,” he whispered as he carried her out the door.

end part 2