A/N: Merry Christmas everyone Once again I haven't been online for ages and I keep saying I'm going to get back into it but I never do, and instead of doing the sensible thing and working work of my 11 WIPS (yes that's right, 11) I decided to start yet another story /

Title comes from a book by Susan Hill that we had to read for English a while back, I thought it kinda fitted and I couldn't think of what to name this series.

Summary: Angelus is back (of course) however as a difference to what I normally do Spike still has his soul o So Angelus has captured not just Willow but Spike as well, don't know how well this will work, but there's only one way to find out.

Warnings: Non-con - that's RAPE people, do not read it if you can't deal with it and definitley don't flame if you go ahead and read it anyway

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Willow stared at the bath in front of her, it was white. Really white, almost gleaming. White was meant to be the colour of innocence, purity. This was anything but.

Images of the events that had happened a few nights before pounded into her head and she had to grip the side of the door for balance as her slight trembles turned into full out shaking and tears began rolling down her face. Slowly she loosened her grip on the door frame and slid down the wall, staring blankly at the bath in front of her and waited for the memories to assault her once more. She wasn't dissapointed.

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"Come on Willow, we've been waiting for you." The sadistically happy voice called out from the bathroom connected as she entered her bedroom hoping to get at least some amount of sleep tonight, it didn't look like that was going to be a possibility if Angelus was in a playful mood. She dropped the bag she had been carrying onto her bed amd walked into the bathroom, taking a deep breath and closing the door behind her before turning around.

"Well, I was anyway."

A strangled cry escaped her lips as she took in the state of the bathroom, and then the state of Spike. He lay in a tangled heap on the floor, bones pointing in directions where bones really shouldn't point and the blood. The blood was everywhere on the floor, on the walls and in the bath.

The water had turned an angry shade of pink and Angelus was relaxing into it, swirling the water around him with a bloodied fingertip.

"Spikey didn't want to play." He offered in a way of explanation, and although she should have been shocked at the idea of Angelus offering to explain something for her benefit her brain couldn't focus enough to take it in, her eyes were still transfixed on the sight of the broken figure in the corner of the room.

An annoyed snap of fingers in her direction brought her out of her trance-like state and she looked at Angelus, his bored eyes piercing into hers.

"Take your clothes off." The same bored tone.

Her shaking hands rose to her top and she began lifting her top over her head, and undoing the clasp of her bra. She had given up taking off her underwear last, he'd seen her before and he'd see her again there was no point in trying to delay the inevitable, the most it would acomplish would be to piss him off, which wasn't something she especially wanted.

Trembling fingers pushed down her trousers and the bored eyes ran up and down her figure as if seeing it for the first time. The rest of her underwear came off and she stood, trying not to cringe under his gaze. A few minutes later he eventually looked back up at her and made the request she had been dreading.

Her mind was blank as she walked towards him and put her hand on the arm he offered to steady herself as she dipped a toe, and then the rest of her foot into the water. A muffled moan of pain from the corner stopped her in her tracks as she'd just lifted her second foot and she almost fell backwards if it hadn't been for the increased pressure on her hand which increased further when she didn't immediatley turn away from the body of the closest thing she had to a friend. When her fingers began crushing into each other and were seconds away from breaking she lifted her foot up again and placed it into the water before sinking down onto her knees and then eventually the body beneath her which turned her around so that the back of her head could rest on his chest.

His free hand ran down her side and before she could even anticipate it he'd harshly forced his finger into her and her body moved back trying to further herself from the painful intrusion all the while knowing that it would make no difference.

As he began moving it around she tried to focus on something else, to relax her body, the fact that he was preparing her body at all was considerate for him. He'd raped her before, plenty of times, she couldn't even count or remember every single time and mostly her body was adjusted to it but with the sight of Spike barely moving and in agony on the floor in front of her she couldn't get in the right state of mind to accept it once more and began stuggling,something she hadn't done for months now.

Angelus began laughing at her futile atempts of escape and pulled his finger out before flipping them over so he was on top and she had to fight to keep her head above the water, preventing herself from drowning in a bath tub full of luke-warm water and Spike's blood.

Suddenly his touch became deceptivley soft and if she hadn't looked into his eyes she may have stopped struggling and made it easier on herself but she did and doubled her atempts, however pathetic, to escape. Angelus let out a long laugh out the desperate scene before him a few seconds before thrusting his hardened cock into her and revelling in the deep throated scream that came from the tiny body beneath him.

His thrusts sped up as he neared his release and he harshly twisted Willow's clit and her body spasmed unwillingly along with his, her breath coming in short breathy pants. He watched her face for a few moments waiting for the tears to fall, and they did.

He placed his hand on the back of her head bringing it up to him as he slowly soothed her pained body with gentle touches and soft words whilst picking up her body and lifting her out of the water then placing her on the floor next to Spike. His fingers cupped her chin and lifted it up painfully.

"Sort him out will you? I rather fancy fucking him again and I can't if he looks like that. And sort out this mess when you get a minute." With that Angelus turned around and walked out the bathroom with all of the elegance of a master vampire.

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Willow was brought out of her memories by a slight pressure on her shoulder and she turned her head around to see it was Spike, who was still having trouble standing. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand before standing up and leading him back to the bed.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed?" She asked with the casual tone of a mother tucking in a child with a slight cold.

"Yeah well, not very good at following orders am I?"

"That what caused him to have a go at you like that?"

"Willow..." A slight warning tone entered Spike's voice and Willow left the subject alone again, he may be weak but he was the only thing that kept her going and she wasn't about to lose him over a dissagreement. He was refusing to tell her what exactly he had done to get Angelus that pissed off at him and he was forcing her to leave the subject well alone.

She curled up on the edge of the bed, resting her head on his chest lightly, where most of the wounds had cleared up over the past week and her eyes fluttered shut as she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

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The next chapter I post will be set in the same world but won't directly follow these events.

Hopefully you all read the rape warning first and there won't be any flaming, though that was the first time I'd tried writing a rape scene so criticism is obviously accepted.

Review if you'd like to see more at some point, and if you have any suggestions I'd love to hear them