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Chapter 5
Paint the Ending In……
Buffy was pissed and it did not help that there were no "damn" vampires to take her frustration out on, before dusting. Here she was in one of LA's largest cemeteries, in the middle of the night and there was not a single thing going bump in the night.
With a scream of frustration, she threw Mr. Pointy into a nearby tree. The stake hit with enough force that it shook the ancient tree, and was buried four inches deep into the wood. “Great, just great!” The Slayer said, while stomping over to the tree and trying to reclaim the stake. After a few, futile minutes of pulling and kicking, she knew it was hopeless and slid down the trunk, letting her tears flow.
It had been two months, since Willow had began work for the CIA and more accurately the FBI. Buffy had felt so guilty over Willow's loss of freedom. She blamed herself for the arrest and sentence that put her in the center of bullies and spies. Buffy always knew Willow was smart, talented and would go far. She was just glad Willow let her tag along. Then she had been arrested and Buffy had believed that once again, she had put the woman she loved in danger and ruined her future.
Buffy had spent the first two weeks of her stay at the CIA pampering and loving her. She had fixed her favorite foods, tried every new way she could think of to make love to Willow. She went out of her way to meet her at the door every night and send her on her way each morning. She had tried so hard that Willow had gotten frustrated with it and told Buffy. “Stop, acting like Donna Reed. I never wanted a wife in the first place.” It had cut Buffy to the core, not the Donna Reed part, but somewhere in Buffy's mind she had become exactly that, her wife. She had taken Willow for better or worse, richer or poorer, until death do you part. Buffy always believed she would die first. “How long was a Slayers life anyway?” Willow was all she ever wanted, whether she deserved her or not. They had never actually said the words or worn the white dresses, but still Buffy had just assumed they were married. They were forever, but had she not felt that way about Angel? That had been disaster! She had taken his soul and sent him to hell. In her case quit literally.
So Willow did not think of her in the same way. She could live with that, well she could learn to live it, in time. Now Buffy felt like she was losing her totally. Buffy had just expected that the work at the CIA would be punishment, only Willow liked it. In fact she loved it! Willow had not been this excited, about anything since she and Tara had invented synchronized transmutation. Willow had been given access to do research she always wanted to do, people that understood what she was doing and appreciated what she was capable of. She had been making friends at the office. Friends that were smart and funny and were not friends with Buffy as well. The two of them had shared most of the friends they had with each other. Xander, Oz and Amy had been friends with them for so long they were family. Sure Willow had Tara and she had Riley and Kir, but they still hung out with the same people. They still were part of the group, Buffy just felt left out.
Then it had happened, last night Buffy had found the sacrificial alter of the chaos demon cult she had been hunting. The sister to the one that had almost killed her and her friends. Her back was still healing the last part of the injury. The wounds had become infected after Willow had stitched her up. Something to do with the demon had caused the infection. Still Slayers could heal almost anything.
She had followed tips until she had found the altar, but it had been too late. Five people died on it and their body's where dumped next to it. Since she could do little about it she had called Kate. Kate had brought the police. Kate's boss had called the FBI occult unit and with in an hour of all this, Willow, Pam Nichols and 4 or 5 others from Project Raven showed up. Buffy had watched from the safety of a near by doorway. She should have left, but she wanted to watch Willow work. So she had stood hidden in the door watching her love take charge of the forensic team. She watched Willow laugh at Pam's jokes. She watched and her heart broke. It was not rational, but Buffy was not always rational. She had been so into watching Willow, she missed when the police did a routine area sweep for lurkers. So they had dug her out of hiding and done a short search finding her crosses, Holy water, stakes and crossbow. They had cuffed her and were dragging her off to the precinct when one of Willow's "friends" at the office recognized her. Willow had taken her, to a party at a co-worker's house the week before and she had met most of the people Willow worked with.
All this would have been normal for the Slayer, she had been arrested too many times to remember but when "Mark." That was the man's name, had told the officers to leave her on sight. Then it had happened. She hated Slayer hearing. She had over-heard Mark and another officer talk about her. The police had run her name already from their police car. So when Mark and another FBI agent went over the usual things the computer always spit out about her it was business as usual. Then she had heard: “Mark, you sure you don't want to let LAPD take her in. Holy water and crossbow sounds occult to me.”
“Yeah, the girl is definitely a mental case. Rosenburg supports her, because she can't hold a job, but she's harmless. I think she knows one of the PD. Langley, I think. She may have even come with her to the sight or she may have just followed radio calls here to watch her girlfriend.”
“Yeah, she seemed like the possessive type.”
“Yeah, it's to bad.”
“Yeah, she is a looker.”
“No, not that. Rosenburg, I mean OK, so she is a dyke, but she could do so much better. She could be with somebody normal. You know someone with a job. Someone who doesn't need to carry stakes up her sleeves. Rosenburg, is so smart, but she's too nice for her own good.”
“Yeah, Rosenburg seems pretty competent. She probably just doesn't know how to get ride of the girl. Man, I feel for Rosenburg.”
“Hey, what are we talking about anyway? It's not like a girl that size could have lifted the body's much less done that kind of damage.”
It had been enough. Buffy did something she didn't do often. She cried. She thought about how she held Willow back, as she cried.
Later Pam Nichols had come to the van and uncuffed Buffy. “I take it you called Detective Langley this morning. You found the bodies.” It was a statement. Pam knew who Buffy really was, Willow had told her everything.
Buffy just nodded yes.
“Did you have anything to do with this.”
“No, I don't do humans.”
“I know, but I had to ask. Do you "DO" what did this?”
“Not yet, but I will.”
“Good to know. Ms Summers. I am afraid Willow is busy now, but you can wait for her if you want just stay here or by the other cars.”
“Does she know I am here?”
“No, not yet, but I can tell her, if you like.”.
“No, in fact would you do me a favor and not tell her at all.”
“If that's what you want Ms Summers.”
“Can I go? It's been a long night.”
“Yes.” Pam's answer was short and to the point. Buffy figured she felt the same way, the other two officers did and Buffy felt like they were right. That night Buffy had left the house before Willow got home. She had left to go patrolling and now she was crying, with her favorite stake stuck in a tree and her life falling apart.
Days had past while Willow did autopsies, of the body's the occult unit had removed from an abandoned building, made into a demon temple. Willow had barely seen Buffy. At first she just thought, she was still hunting the sister chaos demon, responsible for the deaths. Willow had pieced enough together from Kate and Angel to know the deaths were related to the demon that had left the latest scars on her lover. Buffy, sometimes got like this, when she was hunting a specific demon. So she had just left her lover be.
Then two things happened. First, Angel had called her at work to ask her to try and keep her FeeBee's off until nightfall. Kate was keeping back the LAPD. He and Faith would destroy the body. Willow was clueless to what he was talking about. Angel was surprised Buffy hadn't told her. Buffy had killed the Chaos demon late the night before, but was too tired to hide the body. Chaos demons were large and hard to hide. Since Buffy left the demon on the roof over top of the crime scene, there was a chance some of the officers would return to the scene of the crime.
Second Mark had come into get an autopsy report and let slip that Buffy had been caught at the scene of the crime and Pam had let her go. The demon part she excepted. Demons were a part of her everyday life, but Buffy always told her when she was arrested or picked up by the cops. Buffy had been beaten pretty badly once in jail. It turned out the main officer that had done the beating was a demon, still Buffy had a long time mistrust of authorities. If the jail instance had not been enough, there had been the Initiative. Riley had turned out to be a nice guy, but Buffy never trusted authority after that.
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Pam was sitting in her office looking over crime reports for yet another crime that would official be unsolved. She would turn in the real report to the CIA. She knew the demon was dead. A surveillance camera placed at the scene had picked up the Slayer killing the beast. Pam was comforted to know that the Slayer was good for her word, but she was uncomfortable with what else she had seen. It was the most freighting thing in the world she had ever seen. To think the small blond was strong enough to take the creature. It had left her numb, more to the point, it frighten her that when she had taken the knowledge of the slayer to the agency, the CIA had known. They had known Ms. Summers was the slayer. They had even told her to keep the Slayer out of operations, but more importantly to keep her out of jail. Pam wondered how much of her work, her discoveries over the years, were just yesterdays news. The agency had known. Even now the camera's at the scene where waiting to see who came for the demon body. They didn't care what they were going to do with it. How it was to be disposed of, or what it was made of.
No, science was not the point. They already knew, it was just who was involved and that, was what they needed to know! Dr. Nichols even had a list. If it were any of the slayers known friends, nothing was to be done. But someone not on the list was to be reported. They would handle it on their end. Pam wondered if Vampires would show up on camera. Did it matter if the film had silver nitrate. If they did not see anyone how would she know, if it was the detective vampire or another vampire?
Even with all this running through her head, there was one other thing on her mind. She had put it off for days but she knew sooner or later she would need to address it. She had overheard most of Mark and Tom's conversation about the Slayer. She had guessed someone at the agency had planted some of it with Mark. He was the office gossip, planting ideas with him usually worked. She had done it herself. Why they had planted it was another story. Still she suspected the slayer had heard as well. The girl had been crying when she had uncuffed her. From what she knew of Buffy she did not seem like the type to cry and she had been arrested too many times before to let it, bother her to the point of tears. Pam was lost in thought, when she looked up to see Dr. Rosenburg in the doorway of her office.
“Pam, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Yes, this is about Buffy isn't it?”
“How did you know?”
“Always been a good guesser. So what can I do for you?”
“Why didn't you tell me that Buffy was at the crime scene.”
“She asked me not to.”
“She asked me not to.”
“OH”
“Actually, I really wanted to talk to you about it. I just hadn't figured about how to broach the subject. So could you shut the door and have a seat.”
Willow did as told. She took a seat across from Pam and waited with a bad feeling in her stomach.
Pam noticing the look on Willow's face said, "Don't worry it is nothing official. The agency knows Buffy reported it and that's why she was in the area as far as the police or FBI is concerned that is the end of the story.”
Willow sighed with relief. “Good.”
“Your not going to think so in a minute. I think the reason why your girlfriend left without telling you, was because of a conversation she overheard. It wasn't nice. Some of the agents heard about her equipment she was carrying. Things used for slaying, stakes etc. They ....”
“Thought, she was mentally unbalanced. Heard it before.” Willow said, in relief.
“I wish, it were that simple. The jest of what they said was more about you, emphasizing, you having to take care of someone mentally unbalanced. I know that, isn't true. You girlfriend must be one of the most mentally sound people in the world, especially in her line of work.” Pam slammed her hand on her desk with a thud and continued. “Fuck it, I think some of the people here should still be in Junior High. What they said was, cruel and I think she was hurt. I know she was, I just didn't know if I should get involved. I should have said something earlier. I am sorry Dr Rosenburg.”
Willow was stunned. She was blank and did not know what to think.
Between Angel and Pam, she felt like she was two feet tall. She had missed all the signs. She had been a bad friend, bad lover.
"Can I go home early?" Was all she could say. Willow had left early. Someone had to get there, before Buffy left without seeing her again. She got there just in time to see Buffy walking to her car.
“Your early.” The Slayer said.
“And you were trying to leave, before I got home.”
“Was not”
“Buffy, I don't want to argue in the street. Come inside.”
“So we're going to argue?”
“Won't be the first time.”
“Fine.” But it wasn't fine, Buffy thought. She wondered, if she should just have stayed at Xander's and Amy's or Cordelia's and Doyle's. Maybe, she should just stay with Angel. Buffy was resigned to the fact that, Willow had come to her senses and was throwing her out. Buffy didn't think she would survive this.
They both marched into the house. Taking opposite sides of the room to sit down, then there was silence.
“Will, I have places to be, demon's to slay, so can we?”
Willow cut her off. “No, you don't! Angel called me and apparently, you've already slayed."
“That is what this is all about? I didn't tell you I slayed a demon. Do I have to ask your permission now to do my job. Yeah my job! Or do you and your friends at the CIA think they can do better?”
“That wasn't it Buffy. Most of them are nice and this isn't about them anyway.”
“Then what is it about Will? Tell me! Cause I don't know! I don't know anything anymore! And that's really the problem isn't Will? I am not smart enough to hang with you and yours. I..”
Buffy did not get to finish her rant, because Willow slapped her across the face. Buffy was stunned. She expected for Willow to throw her out, but hit her that was new. Willow had never hit her before, well she had but not in the face and not in anger. Fun yes, but never in anger.
“Hey look I am sorry Will. I'll save you the trouble of throwing me out. I'll come back when you're at work and get my stuff." Buffy tried to walk around her, but Willow put her hand on the slayer's arm stopping her. “This is really about the job isn't it? All the silence. It's about the job. Buffy you know, I can't quit.”
“Well I quit, I quit Will. I can't do it all. I quit, frankly loving you is a job I could do without.”
Willow slapped Buffy again. She was not sure, why she had developed this need to slap Buffy. It was all her fault, she was the one in the wrong, but something in her snapped. Maybe, the job was getting to her. Not the job itself, she actually liked it, but the guilt for liking it, was more than she was ready to deal with. Now was not the time for those thoughts. She had just slapped her love twice and she had to do something that would end this. Whatever this was.
“Buffy Anne Summers.” Buffy was struck at how much like her mother, Willow sounded. “You can not quit us. It is not that easy. We have been through apocalypses and your mother walking in on us, we are not going to just walk away, because if you do that! Then you will be walking away, from the best thing that ever happened to you!”
Buffy slumped to the floor. “Willow, I know you're the best thing that ever happened to me. I just don't want to hold you back.”
“I think I once told you that I wanted in, I wanted to fight the forces of evil. I don't do it, because of you. Though you are a big part of it! Buffy, I do it, because it is part of who I am. Who I want to be. Buffy, I love you. Only you. You're who I want to spend the rest of my life with! For better or worse. I need you, I am nothing without you!”
“Did you mean what you said?”
“Depends, what did I say?” Willow hated it, when Buffy jumped track. Her mind was a mystery.
“You said you didn't want a wife. Willow, I always think of you as my wife“
“I think of myself has your wife.” Willows mind ran through conversations and she remembered what Buffy meant. “Honey. I think of you as my wife. It was the acting like Donna Reed part, that’s what I meant. I don't want you to think you have to take care of me. You were giving Xander flashbacks, when we watched Donna Reed and Father knows best on Nike at Night. You were over compensating.”
“Guess I was, I'm sorry.”
“No, I'm sorry. I should have noticed what you were feeling. I have been so wrapped up in my world. I haven't been paying attention to you.”
“Will, I was being a jerk.”
“No, you weren't.” Willow decided, now was not the time to deal with the conversation she had with Pam. Things between them had gotten out of control and the facts did not match the reactions, which usual meant feelings were running below the surface. No, now was the time to make love. Willow reached over and grabbed her love's hand and pulled her towards the bedroom. The witch pushed the blond on to the bed, pulling off clothes, as she went. She spend a longtime kissing the slayer's lips. “Ok, Buffy I am going to make love to you, the only question now is hard or soft?”
“Well you have already slapped me twice tonight, I say finish what you started.” Buffy leaned in to kiss Willow suddenly getting serious and added. “Willow, I don't know what's wrong with me. I am losing control again. Please, I need you to help me. OK.”
This was not good. Buffy liked to play rough. Emphasis on the word play, but when she felt out of control, Willow did not think she was playing anymore. Willow had dated a werewolf, she knew what it meant to have a lover feel out of control. Be out of control.
Willow did not want to lose the moment, so she kissed the Slayer for a while pushing her back toward the head board. The redhead lifted her arms above her head and gently closed the Slayers eyes. Buffy lay still as Willow gathered supplies and laid them out. She blindfolded the slayer and handcuffed her to the headboard. Willow then, spread her legs and tied them to the legs of the bed with restraints. Then she changed her mind and untied one of the legs. She rolled the slayer on to her stomach. Then with her hand she began to spank the Slayer. At first playfully, Buffy simply asked for it to be harder. Willow did, as asked. It seemed like a lifetime, she spanked the Slayer. The doctor had to take breaks and rest. It took a long time to even raise a red mark on the Slayer.
Buffy demanded bruises. Bruise that would fade with in an hour or two but she needed bruises. It took being in love with someone, for more then a decade to know these things about the one you love. Willow simply knew Buffy needed this. Why did not matter, it was just like trying to explain magic. The words didn't seem to exist. In all the witch, had spent more than an hour, at the task before she felt, Buffy was ready for the next step.
Willow rolled Buffy onto her back, tied her tightly spread eagle on the bed. She then spent a time kissing the slayer. First her lips, then both breasts. The healing scars on her stomach. Then she reached the Slayers core. Willow truly was a doctor of anatomy, when it came going down on someone. She knew how to use her tongue. After the Slayer had began to moan loudly, she added her fingers. This was something she loved to do. She could die from the taste of the Slayer. It was what, she thought heaven must be like. Willow lost herself in the act until she felt the slayers muscles contract around her fingers and her legs started to shake. Willow sucked harder on her lover's clit and added a finger. Buffy only moaned her name. Willow kept this up until the Slayer was through the climax. She slowed her finger thrusts and then slide up the Slayers body kissing her lips.
Willow then began to slide the phallus into the blond. Willow started out slow. She continued to speed up the pace. When the Slayer began to shake, the witch found her clit and stroked it hard. Buffy leaned up and took Willow's lips and said “I love you.” Afterwards, Willow let the Slayer rest and sat next to her on the bed to watched her mate. She began to untie her. When she removed the handcuffs, Buffy grabbed her hand. “Will, it's not enough, I need more. I need you to do it.”
Willow knew what it was. It was something Willow loved Buffy to do to her. Had begged Buffy. Pleaded with her to do. Still Buffy had never liked it done to her. Willow had assumed that Slayers might be more sensitive there, or it was just a personal thing. Buffy was not asking Willow to do it, because she liked it. No Buffy wanted the pain. Needed it. Her lover could become so self-destructive without her help. Willow's answer was “Lean over the end of the bed. I will get what I need. Buffy are you sure?”
“Willow, I just need it.” It was said in a whisper. Buffy had spent too many years hurt by fate and this was the price. Buffy bent over the bed in the right position and waited. Willow got everything she needed and then kissed her lovers back letting her fingers run down the still healing scars. She slide in the slayers back side. Buffy made a noise, though Willow doubted it was in pleasure. The doctor slowly began to work in and out of the blond.
“Will, harder please.”
Willow increased both pressure and speed. Buffy made a few sounds, but on the whole there was silence. Willow just kept at her work, until Buffy began to moan. Willow had unconsciously begun to play with the Slayers clit trying to make it pleasant. When Buffy began to moan load and rock with Willow's motions, the witch increased her actions until Buffy began to shake. Willow then let herself feel her own orgasm, but it seemed empty somehow. When they were both finished, they cleaned up separately and went to bed.
Hours passed and Willow lay in bed next to Buffy empty, thinking about the night. She went over everything step by step. Work, Pam, their lovemaking. Over and over again. Then it hit her! The scars on Buffy's back. Open scars on Buffy's back. They should have been healed. Willow quickly turned on the light and threw the covers off of them.
A confused Buffy, woke to find Willow tugging on her pajama top. “Willow, what the hell do you think your doing?”
“Take your top off.”
“New side of you, Will?”
“Just do it Buffy, it's important.” Hitting Buffy with her resolve face, Buffy pulled off the top and Willow practically flipped Buffy over.
“Damn it! I am a fool. I've got to call Giles.”
Chapter 6
Essence of Demon and Thymne
It had been five hours, since Willow had called Giles and things had not gotten better. They had gotten decidedly worse. Willow had spoken with Giles for over an hour, while Buffy lay topless on the bed next to her. Buffy had simple rolled over and put her pillow over her head. After hanging up the phone, Willow had examined the wounds on her back. She had tried to roll Buffy over and to look at her stomach wounds, but Buffy had fought her on this.
Somewhere, during the struggle Willow had peeked under Buffy's Pajama pants, to see the large purple bruises from the spanking, she had given the Slayer during that night's lovemaking. The bruises which should not have been there, were there, far worse than anything Willow's strength could have given the Slayer. After a great deal of effort and several smacks on Buffy's bottom, Willow had gotten Buffy up and her medical kit out.
She did a through exam of her lover and rechecked her notes she had made right after she had taken the stitches out. The wounds on her stomach and back were getting worse. The minor infection Willow thought she had cured, was still evident in the wounds. The bruise from the spanking was expanding every 20 minutes. Bruises from the slaps to the face were also growing more evident. A clear red handprint could be seen. This was all frightening enough to Willow. It did not compare to the fear caused by her own symptoms. She had almost missed her own symptoms, until Buffy complained loudly that Willow did not have to keep hitting her on the ass, to get her to do things.
That had been exactly what Willow, had been doing every chance she got. She had an uncontrollable urge to hit her lover. After three and half hours the urge had become an obsession. Images of her spanking the Slayer, beating her, chaining her down flooded her head. She was now in complete possession of her leather-clad vampire other self. Her dark side was taking over! Willow had managed to write most of this down until she could no longer concentrate on her work. Buffy had remained, without clothes after the exam. She two was developing the same images. Willow taking her by force, whipping her raw. The thoughts were on a course of their own.
Four hours after Willow had called Giles they began to argue. It was violent and loud though not physical. Old feelings about Angel, Riley, Tara and Kir came up. Things that happen, the first week they met. Any small thing from their past, was brought up and screamed about. The two, lost track of the issues, it simple was a war of words. Words that hurt more then knives.
Five hours after Willow had called Giles, their argument moved to a physical ground. Willow began by using her magic to throw things at Buffy. Buffy in turn threw things back hard at Willow, who blocked them with a magically shield. Finally they began shoving each other back and forth. Buffy shoved a little too hard and Willow flew into the coach. Once on her feet, undaunted she ran at the stunned Slayer and began to pound her with her fist. It was this way, when Giles and Joyce’s came through the door minutes later. Willow was sitting on top of the Slayer punching her lover with all her might. It took both Giles and Joyce to pull her off. After they were parted, came the awesome task of keeping them apart. Giles had called for the Calvary for help, but it took time to get the gang there. So before they arrived Giles had to separate them four more times and finally ended by locking Willow in the car and having Joyce sit outside with her.
Neither, one could explain the need for violence. Neither could explain what happened. What started the fight. In truth neither, could speak a coherent sentence. Joyce never guessed Willow knew that many four letter words. Buffy was down to primitive moans and sounds. “She Grr Arge Ja Ob Nee Spanick” being the one prevalent. It was only after Angel and Kate arrived, that some order was restored. Angel had held the wild Slayer long enough for Kate to cover the nude blond and then chain her up in the bathroom. Then Xander and Amy with a little help from magic brought Willow inside and chained her in the kitchen. After this was done Xander had peaked in on Buffy. He was shocked at the marks growing more purple by the hour on Buffy's face. Xander refused to believe it was Willow's doing and protested that there had to be a demon involved. This discussion let to Xander describing to those who had just arrived, namely Cordelia and Doyle the marks on Buffy's body. It was during this Kate commented on the very bruised bottom the Slayer. Kate ever the detective noticed it while she was slipping a Tee shirt over her nude form. They served to alarm everyone.
Amy found Willows notes in her den and brought them to Giles. Giles after reading them, prayed Joyce never did. Then the group who had faced so much together did what they did best. Research. By late afternoon Buffy's bruises had began to fade. Her face cleared first then the scares on her back became less red. Almost disappearing altogether. Finally, the bruises on her bottom also faded.
Joyce had unchained her daughter to let her eat while Giles did the same for Willow. Joyce was prepared to let her join the group, when Buffy begged to be chained back up by Willow or by someone else if Willow could watch. Giles had the same idea when he had let Willow up. She seemed fine for a little while. Seating with the group talking and flipping through books then she began looking for something she needed in the kitchen drawers. Willow took a spatula out and slapped her thigh. Kate noticing her expression asked her what she was doing.
“Oh nothing, going to use this to spank Buffy's cute little bottom until she begs me to stop, but will I stop? No, I think not! I'll keep going and then I'll……”
Thankfully she never finished. Doyle had placed his hand over her mouth. Amy found something in Willows medical supplies and gave her a shot to knock her out. Angel rechained her in the bedroom. After hours of research, they had an idea about what was happening. It had little to do with the unhealing scars directly, they were the catalyst. Someone had placed a very rare, very evil spell on the two women.
The reason why it was so rare? Its main ingredient was essence of demon. Everything else was standard witchcraft. Another unusual point to the spell was it only worked on soulmates. It needed two people in a committed relationship, who were not married yet. The bonds of a church wedding actually somehow dissipated the spell. The inner working of the spell simply took some aspect of the relationship and spun it out of control. If one or both people were slightly jealous, they would become obsessed with the green-eyed monster. So obsessed one partner would begin killing anyone, who even spoke to their love. The spell would then, cause the other person to seek lover's to make their mate jealous.
It was the diagnostic of the spell that made it so evil. “So, the spell is making them do the whole whip me, beat me, make me do bad things routine, because, Willow never brought out her evil Willow vampire dominatrix gal side.” Cordelia summed up.
“Well, I wouldn't have put it quite like that, but yes.” Giles said.
“OK, so the spell is bring up deep dark things I never wanted to know about Will, What do we do about it?” Xander asked.
“We get them married.” Angel said flatly.
“You want to run that by me again.” Joyce said.
"Dear, he's quite right, we have to get a priest to marry them in a church."
“Hey, that doesn't sound so hard.” Cordelia said.
“Actually there is more involved then just the church and the wedding.”
“Rupert, please. My daughter is in there, chained to the sink! A minute ago, she was asking Xander to spank her, while Willow watched. Now what do we have to do?” Joyce said firmly.
“Joyce getting them into a church and in front on the priest with their friends and family is easy, but they both have to say, I do and mean it, then before the curse is lifted they have to consummate the marriage.” Angel explained, putting his hand on Kate's shoulder. “Rupert, they love each other, curse or not. They may both be out of their minds now, but they've only thought of each other. So how do we get a priest?” Joyce commented.
End Part 3
Continued in Part 4