#vamp xander

WILLOW Bored now. (then) Daytime is the worst. Cooped up for hours. Can’t hunt…

CLOSE ON

THE MALE PRISONER - who lies curled on the floor with his back to us - perhaps sleeping. Perhaps hoping she’ll go.

Willow moves along a wall, choosing from a row of torture implements, finally taking a long, rusty pair of scissors.

WILLOW But the Master said I could play. She unlocks the gate, comes in.

WILLOW Isn’t that fun, puppy? No answer.

WILLOW Puppy’s all quiet. Come on. Don’t be a spoilsport.

WILLOW I know you like it when I come.

Willow crawls on top of him - sits on his back. Runs her hands through his dirty hair… Then, without warning - VIOLENTLY YANKS his head back. And we see that it is ANGEL. He grunts from the strain - but still says nothing.

She leans down - gets in his face - LICKS HIM. Then whispers…

WILLOW Guess what today is? Today the plant opens, it’s a big party. You remember I told you about the plant. All those people you tried to save… It’ll be quick for them. Not for you, though. It’s gonna be slow for you.

Angel takes this in - clearly distraught by the news. And again - lightning fast - she FLIPS HIM so it’s his chest she’s sitting on. He starts to struggle - but Will just locks on. Laughs.

WILLOW That’s right, Puppy. Willow’s gonna make you bark.

Now she grabs his shirt and RIPS IT OPEN. Buttons scatter. We see that Angel’s chest is COVERED IN HORRIBLE BLISTERING WOUNDS. Willow also notes this - hesitates.

WILLOW Oooh. Maybe I went too hard on you last time…

CLOSE ON: A MATCH

Being lit off someone’s thumb. Being thrown.

It flies over Willow’s shoulder. Lands on ANGEL’S CHEST, where it HISSES and BURNS. Angel WRITHES, trying not to scream.

XANDER Too hard? No such thing.

Willow looks up - sees XANDER standing at the bars - a box of matches in his hand.

WILLOW Watch it with those things. You almost got my hair.

Xander moves into the cell. Hands her the box of matches. Runs a hand lovingly over her head.

XANDER Sorry. Carried away.

And takes a seat in the opposite corner of the cell.

WILLOW (re: matches/to Xander) Don’t you want to - ?

XANDER (intense) No thanks, baby. I just want To watch you go.

Willow smiles. Turns back toward Angel. Lights a match.

OVER BLACK