"Welcome, old friend. It’s good to see you." Ethan glanced at Willow. "Ah, a fledgling witch. Hello, my dear, forgive me for not getting up?" He smiled warmly at them.

"Ethan…" The man in the chair froze at the sound of his name.

"I’m sorry Rupert but you sound so like him. He will be here soon. You must hide and I must retreat. He will be gone again in an hour."

They hid where he showed them. Soon the room grew cold. He wrapped his arms round Willow to warm her and made himself as comfortable as possible in the tall cupboard that was their hiding place. Willow slept. He could not sleep because he could see what was happening to Ethan.

A man came into the room and dismissed Xander. Ethan looked as though he was in a deep trance. The man looked in Rupert’s direction once and he saw his own face looking as though it had been intimate with evil for an Age. The man stripped off his clothes and lifted Ethan effortlessly on to the bed. Rupert closed his eyes in prayer as he witnessed the repeated rape and ritual beating of his helpless friend. The man left after kissing Ethan’s forehead muttering;"Always."

Rupert squeezed past Willow and she woke up. He told her stay put and not to look out. He went to his friend; Ethan lay on his front his eyes still dead in trance. Bruises were forming down his back and he had deep bite marks on his shoulders. Xander entered the room to treat Ethan’s wounds. Rupert gathered Ethan’s clothes and after Xander had cleaned him Rupert helped Xander to get him dressed. When Ethan finally came round from his trance, he smiled bravely at Rupert.

"Now you see the enemy we face." Rupert nodded.

"What can we do?" Rupert asked.

Willow came from their hiding place and sought out Rupert’s hand. Xander shuddered. Willow gave him a reassuring smile. Xander smiled back a little hesitantly.

"Tonight you’ll stay with Angel. Poor soul is completely mad but he’s like his name. In the morning Willow will go to the library to occupy our Giles." Ethan paused at the young woman’s puzzled expression.

"How do You know my name?" She asked.

"I know names, I knew you were a witch. We have learned to mask ourselves here. Giles is a predator. He is very dangerous." He took a breath. "Do you want to leave? If so, say so and I will prepare another circle." His eyes were concerned and gentle completely lacking in malice.

"I’ll stay. I’ll help." Rupert gave Willow’s hand a squeeze. He was very proud of her right now.

Rupert and Willow walked out of the flat and made their way to Angel’s house. Rupert shook his head in disbelief as he walked up the familiar path, his path. The curtains were drawn against the day. The door opened before they knocked, they stepped in warily and the door banged shut. Angel stooped behind the door not daring to look Rupert in the face.

"Ethan said to ’spect you I been openin’ door all day. Keep it closed now." He walked past Willow with his head bowed.

"Angel…" Rupert asked, working hard on keeping his voice gentle. "Why are you?…"

"Mad?" He finished for him. "Angel mad." He nodded. "I bled thousands. I remember them all. The screams, take me and send me mad. Ethan helps." Angel smiled suddenly.

"Giles likes me, he gives me girls. Girls are strong and sweet." He closed his eyes remembering. When his eyes flickered open again tears spilled down his cheeks.

"I killed Lucy and Ethan was sad. That’s why I’m mad." He wiped his tears away with his sleeve and sat on the stairs hugging the newel post.

Rupert and Willow settled on the sofa for the night. Rupert spent a disturbed night because of Angel. Angel would stroke Willow’s hair; it didn’t bother her but Rupert pulled her closer every time Angel touched her. Eventually sleep claimed him. In the morning he woke to find Willow moulded to his body with a blanket tucked round them courtesy of Angel. Willow woke and snuggled closer to him then stopped when she realised who it was she was snuggling closer to. Rupert smiled.

"Morning Willow, sleep well?" He breathed. He had wanted her this close for so long and was reluctant to let her go…

"Rupert? I gotta go…Y’know…" Willow said a little urgently.

"Oh? Oh, yes of course…I’ll make breakfast." She untangled herself and sped off to the bathroom.

Rupert didn’t find much in the way of food in the kitchen, what he did find was some tea of doubtful vintage. Willow arrived at his side looking refreshed. He handed her a cup of tea.

"This is breakfast, not much to eat in a vampires kitchen I’m afraid. How are you enjoying the field trip thus far?"

"I was expecting more. Fireworks! Y’know. Another dimension! I thought it would be different." She sipped her tea.

"A dimension where I’m an evil Slayer-killing megalomaniac. Yes, I’d say it’s a walk in the park…" Giles finished his tea and put the cup in the sink.

"Time for you to go Willow…I don’t have to tell you to be careful, do I?" She smiled at him.

"Always…"

That word tugged at him. He hugged her fiercely and whispered in her ear.

"Please Take care Willow!" She nodded and gave him a soft kiss.

The door closing sounded like a coffin lid being shut. He had a very bad feeling about this…

Ethan backed away from the letter that floated in front of him. He had batted it away for the first few seconds and then had tried to banish it. It unnerved him. He wasn’t a hero. He didn’t want to be included in Ripper’s magical crusade. He sighed and snatched it out of the air ripping the envelope open in disgust.

Ethan, You are cordially invited to a slaying, black tie optional. Weapon is essential. Ethan.

He crumpled the letter up and threw it down in anger. He grabbed his coat and Rupert’s cross-bow.

"You’re really going to owe me for this, Ripper!" He stepped into the circle as it began to glow brightly.

Willow pushed the library door open. The woman behind the counter looked up she didn’t smile. No-one smiled here.

"Hi I’m Willow." She stopped and suddenly realised to whom she was talking. Ms. Callendar. Willow was just getting over that shock when Rupert walked in.

"Yes, may I help you?" Willow caught her breath at his voice. This was not Rupert; this was evil Giles.

"Uhm. I’m Willow I’ve been sent here to work."

"Who sent you?" He asked giving her a gentle smile. Willow thought she saw Jenny shudder. Willow thought quickly.

"The agency" She replied. "Don’t you need someone to help with your data base?" Willow had taken a calculated risk that this Giles was as techno phobic as her Giles.

"Oh, infernal machine! Yes, alright. Perhaps you would like to see it. It’s in my office." Willow smiled and followed Giles meekly. Giles gripped Willow’s shoulders painfully as the door closed behind them. His smile was feral.

"Now you are a delectable morsel aren’t you? Whom do I have to thank for you I wonder?" Willow squirmed in his grip but her efforts to get away only made his smile wider.

"That was a very pretty story about the computer. I’ve never had a whore with a brain before." Willow froze.

"Do you know the drill or do I have to explain? I have very particular tastes" She summoned all her power and gave him a mild shock. It was enough. He let go of her and looked at his fingers, blowing on them.

"Interesting! A witch-Whore.."

"Just a witch!" Willow replied acidly. "Your computer?"

Giles pouted and pointed in the corner. Willow bent over a pile of boxes to see nothing. Her arms were wrenched behind her back and secured by his leather belt. She screamed. He ripped her underwear from her and she screamed again.

"You DO know the drill!" He laughed triumphantly. She was struggling for all she was worth, her mind refusing to give in. He wasn’t going to rape her. Her wrists were beginning to be rubbed raw.. He’d loosened his clothing and was yanking her back. She clawed her nails across his bare abdomen and he swore at her. She stamped on his foot and kicked his shins, repeatedly. He was laughing all the time. At last he hoisted her up and onto his cock.

"That’s enough foreplay." He whispered in her ear. She whimpered as he speared into her. His large hand covered her mouth and she bit down hard into the flesh. He yelled and she screamed

"RUPERT!!" His hand gripped her throat and she looked with frightened eyes into his dark eyes.

End of Pt.2

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