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Paid to Get Excited
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL

Author: Coopster5000
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.
Warning: Scenes involving rape.


"Hi Willow," the man smile disdainfully.

"Dad what are you doing here?" asked Willow scooting towards the edge of the bed.

"Uh uh uh stay right there little Willow," he lowered his eyebrows. "I wouldn't want you getting hurt." The women at his side took one step forward.

"Where am I?" she demanded an answer.

"Where I want you," he grinned as he started to remove his belt. "Lay down," he ordered as he neared the bed.

"No," she refused staring up into her fathers dark unaffectionate green eyes.

"Are you defying me now? I said lay down!" He hollered at her.

"Why?," she cried, tears running down her face as she laid back on the bed. "Why do you like to hurt me,"

"Because," he said climbing up on top of her. He started to unbutton his shirt as he lowered his face to her ear. "A man has needs."

He slowly started to lift up her green shirt. Inch by inch until he reached her cotton bra. "Ahh my sweet Willow has grown up," he hummed as he grasped her breast and squeeze it. Not so gently he ripped her shirt over her head, discarding it haphazardly on the foot of the bed. "I see you still got that cluster of freckles on your right shoulder." he nibbled it not so gently.

Trying with all her might not to whimper in protest Willow just laid still as her father started working his way down to the buttons on her jeans. Slowly the clasp was unhooked and the zipper pulled down to revel her silk red thong.

"Ooh no more Barbie undies. Daddy like," he said massaging her crotch.

It took every ounce of strength she had not to throw up at what he just said.

Grabbing the dark black jeans, Mr. Rosenberg starting yanking vigorously on them until they where at the redheads knees. "Well that's new," he said indicating the tattoo located on Willow's right upper thigh. "I'll ask you about that later."

Shuffling backwards off the bed, Mr. Rosenberg made quick work of his button down shirt. "I guarantee you'll like this my little Willow tree," he said as he removed his pants and boxer. "I now I will," he laughed as he started to crawl back onto the bed.

Not realizing that his daughter had moved her pants up a little that way she could move her legs better, Mr. Rosenberg was caught off guard when a old school Reebok sneaker hit his chest sending him flying off the bed and onto his back.

Quickly pulling up her pants and grabbing her slightly ripped shirt, Willow hoped off the bed and made her way to where her dad laid lying on the ground grabbing his chest. Giving him another swift kick to the side she turn ed to leave but was stopped by her double who appeared out of nowhere.

"Not so fast sweetie," the clone said grabbing her shoulder and pushing her to sit back down on the bed.

"Please let me go," she begged.

"I can..."

"You stupid bitch," her father roared as he stood up. "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

"Me!" she shouted at him, "what the fuck's wrong with you?"


"Doctor! Doctor! Her heart beats increased," said a nurse watching Willow's monitors from a station in the nurses corridors.

"How high?" Doctor Squire asked.

"Looking," said the nurse turning the computer around so the Doctor can see it.

"It seems Miss. Rosenberg's having a nightmare," said the Doctor. "If it increases again tell me." with that the Doctor walked away.


"Lets see what CD's you have Will," Tara said going through the pill of CD's Spike brought.

"Rancid, Joan Jett, Queen,..blank CD, hmm lets see what's on this one shall we," she said out load as if she was talking to Willow.

Standing up she made her way to a small portable CD player that was sitting in the window-sill.

The music started out with a fast beat. The drums and guitar battling each other for dominance.

Thinking of the words to say,
I'd like to think that this was fake.
Reference to a song you love,
Spell confusion with a 'k'.
Like a star without its rings,
I'm hanging here on these two wings.
For that smile and those eyes...

Chorus
(I'm falling)

If time could stop, how could I make this more poetic?
When there's nothing more pathetic to be said...

You bring me out, show me light,
I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside.
You carry through, you make me smile.
If it were you and me tonight,
I would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you,
For you...

If you ever had the chance,
Would you make your life seem right?
Or would you only hold it back,
The good times, the hard, and the bad.
Whatever you say is alright,
Just as long as there's no doubt.
Could you look me in the eyes...

Chorus
(And say goodbye)

If time could stop, how could I make this more poetic?
When there's nothing more pathetic to be said...

You bring me out, show me light,
I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside.
You carry through, you make me smile.
If it were you and me tonight,
I would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you.

Our wish,
Each time,
Keeps me returning to you,
Night after night...
Lift me up as high as the clouds that won the sky,
For you and I...
You bring me out, show me light,
I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside.
You carry through, you make me smile,
If it were you and me tonight,
I would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you...

You bring me out, show me light,
I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside...
You carry through, you make me smile,
If it were you and me tonight,
I would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you,
For you...

Smiling as the song finished "wow Willow I must admit I actually liked that song. It wasn't all mean like your other ones," she said to the comatose redhead.

"That's because she wrote it for you," said Spike leaning against the doorframe. Some how he managed to open the door and listen to the song with her without her knowing. "Well before you left that is." he walked into the room further picking up the empty CD case. "Yeah this ones old. Marked junior year," he said flipping the case over to show Tara the back where the date was subscribed in bold sharpy marker.

"Why did you bring that one then?" Tara asked.

"Didn't realize. Just grabbed a hand full of her CD's," Spike said back going through some of her other CD's. "ooooh put this one in. I haven't heard this one before."

Complying with the man she grabbed the case not so gently and walked over to the CD player to change disks.

Much like the first song this one started out with a fast tempo the drums banging away. About ten seconds into the song Willow's voice appears with a tint of a scream to it.

Wasted youth and mad as hell
My friends keep asking me
Are you ok, man, you're eyes are glazin'

I can't get over it
This shit is killing me
My body's achin', hands are shakin'

(Chorus)
I'm cutting down you heard the line
Whiskey in the morning one more time
Hit that cigarette Colt 45
Whiskey in the morning
Cant stop drinkin' gonna die.
I cant stop thinkin' how
Where I was before the drugs
A young day dreamer, fixed on screaming

Still really loved the life
Drinking, snorting, smoking high
Super jaded, loaded, hated

(Chorus)
I'm cutting down you heard the line
Whiskey in the morning one more time
Hit that cigarette Colt 45
Whiskey in the morning
Cant stop drinkin' gonna die.

I go out every night
Helpless secrets lifeless eyes
Tore up, faded
No give taken

Still really love the life
Drinking, snorting, smoking highs
Sweet leaf space case
Hands are shakin'

I'm cutting down you heard the line
Whiskey in the morning one more time
Hit that cigarette Colt 45
Whiskey in the morning
Can't stop drinkin'
can't stop drinking gonna die.

"Um...okay," Tara said looking at Willow's bruised face then to the floor.

"Hey um Tara there's something I need to tell you about Willow," Spike said looking nerves.


"Look at you Willow your so yummy," he said as if that was a valid answer.

"I'm your daughter. You're not suppose to do this to me."

"Well you turned out just fine didn't you."

"I was just a kid," she screamed at him. Looking up at him in pity and disgust "I was only four." she cried.

"Like I said a man has needs. Your mom wasn't around anymore."

"Well it wasn't my fault she died!"

"It was your fault you ungrateful little bitch. She died giving birth to you," he yelled at her restraining himself from hitting her again.

"She knew the risk of having a child and yet she had one any ways," she dabbed at the blood from her nose where her father had hit her a couple minutes before. "It was her own fucking fau... you did it didn't you. You're the one that forced her to have a child. She never wanted one did she."

He gave her a sinister smile " sweet Willow your finally catching on." he laughed a vicious laugh that made her hair stand up on the back of her neck.

"Is that what I would have turned into," she pointed to the dark haired Willow hidding in the shadows watching the father and daughter talk. " if i stayed with you instead of going with Giles."

"Sweet Willow" he laughed, "you would have hanged yourself from the top of your bunk-bed with your belt at the age of fourteen.

"No. I would have gotten away from you," she shock her head in denial.

"Face it you'll never get away from me." he twirled around with his arms stretched out. "Like right now your in a coma and your still dreaming of me." he laughed again in joy at causing his daughter so much pain. "I'm apart of your sub-conscience that you can't escape."

"Fuck you," she spit on him. "You mean nothing to me."

"You keep telling yourself that peaches," he said as he walked away. He walked into the darkness and disappeared from her line of view.

"Fuck."

"Get up," said a voice from behind her.

Jumping in surprise "damn you now you're worse then Spike."

"Let's go, follow me," said the dark haired Willow.

"Were are we going?" asked Willow.

"You'll have to find out," said the double pushing the redhead foward.


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