Wesley Goes Shopping!: -
by gopie
Entry #4
“Are you sure?” Wesley looked at the full length mirror and eyed himself critically.
“Yes, it looks great. Very dark and mysterious. Girls will be swooning all over you.” The salesgirl said.
“But…” Wesley pulled uncomfortably at the leather trousers again and said, “It chafes.”
“Oh, don’t worry; it’s supposed to do that. Once you break into it, it’ll feel so comfortable, like a second skin.” She said enthusiastically.
Wesley still looked skeptical but finally he said, “Well, I suppose. I’ll take it.”
The salesgirl smiled widely at him and asked, “Will that be cash or credit?”
“Cash, please.”
“Okie-dokie.” She went to the register and keyed in his purchases. Wesley took out his wallet and paid her.
“Thank you. Please come again for all your leather goodness.” She said as she gave him his receipt. He smiled as he took it from her.
After he left, the salesgirl sighed then grinned as she shook her head.
“Sucker. Least he had a cute ass.”
Entry #5
The bell above the door jingled as Wesley entered the tiny knick-knacks shop. He had been curious about it ever since he’d seen it and now he finally had a chance to see what it contained. The shop smelled was old and musky, kind of like what you would expect an old woman’s cottage to be like.
Wesley explored the various items on the shelves – novelty toys from the 70’s, old phonograph records, unwanted clothes, the cursed statue of Rha’erteu… Ah, a pez candy dispenser! Now that brings back memories!
In the end, Wesley purchased himself a motorcycle helmet – thank god! He can finally stop using the pink one the bike came with – a book on DIY plumbing and a nice looking paperweight for the office.
When Wesley left the shop, he couldn’t help but feel that he missed something, something very important. He had his wallet in his pocket so that wasn’t it, he had all his purchases. Then what… Oh dear lord! The Rha’erteu statue!
Wesley turned around quickly to retrieve the statue but as soon as he was close enough to the door, the shop was enveloped in a blinding white light and in an instant the whole building disappeared, leaving nothing in its place but an empty block.
Wesley got up from where he fell and blinked a few times. Once he cleared his vision, he tried to think of what to do. Well, he thought, the shop will come back… eventually. It’s not like Khzar was such a terrible dimension; maybe the shopkeeper will even bring back a few souvenirs?
Wesley sighed, knowing he had to do something, and went to his bike. As he made his way to the office, he silently hoped that Angel didn’t mind giant talking bananas.
Entry #6
As Wesley made his way through the store, he tried to recall back on his conversation with Cordelia that brought him here.
“Why do I have to do it?” Wesley asked.
“Because, Angel can’t go out during the day and I have an audition I have to go to. This is easy even for you.” Cordelia said.
“Why can’t we do this later?”
She answered, “Because, smarty-pants, the demon might have moved on from then. Just go.”
So now here he was in MegaMall walking through the stretch of shelves in the store for the demon-possessed… Furby doll.
When Wesley stopped in front of the variety of Furbys, he tried to remember the description of the possessed one. It was the only one with green and red eyes, a bit of red on its ear, and – “Oh, sorry” Wesley said as he let a woman pass – eyebrows that were slightly more arched than the others… Wesley turned to look back at the woman and her cart’s contents – which is exactly what she has!
Wesley walked up to her and lightly tapped her shoulder. “Um, excuse me miss. This might sound unusual to you but I really need that Furby doll that you have there. Maybe you can take a different one, please?”
The woman looked at him and curtly said “No.” Then she started walking away. Wesley panicked, knowing that if he didn’t succeed, people will be in danger. Therefore, convincing himself that desperate times lead to desperate measures, he ran towards the woman and snatched the doll from her trolley as he past, hearing her cry of surprise and anger. As he ran, the doll’s features shifted and it started talking in a squeaky voice.
“Hahaha. Be my friend. We can stay together… FOREVER. I WILL DEVOUR YOUR PITIFUL SOUL, MORTAL FOOL, AND DECORATE MY FORTRESS WITH YOUR BLEEDING ENTRAILS.”
Wesley stopped running and threw the doll down. He splashed water from a vial onto it and took out an amulet. He held it up and chanted, “Ra’atu com diez. Vor hama di abacus fi darbela. I command you, begone demon! I vanquish you from this plane! Disappear and never return!”
Nothing flashy happened but Wesley knew that the demon had now gone. As he looked up, he suddenly realised that everyone was staring at him like as if he was crazy. One woman passed by him, covering her child’s ears while whispering “don’t look at the crazy man, dear”. Wesley cleared his throat and tried to explain, “Um, it was…acting funny.”
A man came up to him and said, “Don’t worry, man. I don’t like those furry things either. It’s the eyes, I tell you. They follow you around; it’s freaky.”
“Yes, quite.” Wesley answered. The man walked away and the crowd started to disperse.
A sales guy walked up to Wesley and stood beside him. They both looked at the wet Furby doll before he said, “You’re gonna have to pay for that, you know.”
“Yes, well.” Wesley said. “I’ve been meaning to get Cordelia a gift.”
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