I don't own anything. Not even the keyboard I'm typing this on, so don't even think about suing me because you'll get absolutely nothing out of it other than a hefty lawyer bill!
***
Willow slowly walked up to her front door. She had seen Oz's van parked at her house, and she had hidden in her neighbor's yard until he'd left. She couldn't face him right now. She felt...unclean. She'd cheated on Oz. She, Willow Rosenberg, had kissed a vampire. And enjoyed it.
'It was only to distract him so I could get away,' she kept telling herself, but she knew it wasn't true. Having Spike that close to her, having him touch her...she couldn't help but be attracted. It was dangerous to feel that way about a demon. She felt like she was living in a bad horror/romance flick all of a sudden. If any movie should ever have been titled 'Fatal Attraction', this was it.
Entering her room, she sat down at her computer. 'I'll just surf around a little, to clear my head,' she thought. Willow knew she should call Giles or someone, to let them know she was ok, but she would have as bad a time facing them as she would Oz.
She began pointing and clicking almost mindlessly. She couldn't concentrate, and flicked the switch to turn the machine off. She ran her hand through her hair and sighed.
"What am I going to do?" she said out loud to herself.
"Let me in," a voice said from outside. Her blinds were down, and she couldn't see who it was. She stood up and opened her balcony door.
There stood Spike, gorgeous as he was a few moments earlier, leaning against the doorjamb.
"Hello Red," he said casually. She almost slammed the door in his face, but something kept her from doing it. 'He can't come in anyway,' she thought, 'as long as I stay inside, he can't touch me.'
"Cat got your tongue?" he asked her.
"No, no...I'm just surprised, to see you here. What ARE you doing here?"
"You and me, pet. We need to talk."
"Uh, ok. Yeah. Talking's good." He gestured to her room.
"Going to invite me in?"
"Um, actually, it's such a nice night out..." With that she stepped outside, out of the safety of her home. She shut the door behind her, making sure it wasn't locked.
"Fair enough, I suppose. So," he said, crossing his arms over his very well developed chest.
"So..." she said, "What now?"
"That depends on you, Willow. I ought to just kill you now, and go after your Slayer friend. I'm sure she'll be over any minute, eh?" Willow shook her head.
"No, no, Buffy's not coming over tonight. She, uh, is grounded." She knew Spike wouldn't fall for it. But she was sure falling for him. The way he stood there so casually, staring at her with those beautiful blue eyes, the wind barely rustling his peroxide blond hair.
Spike was having a tough time acting casual though. This girl aroused something in him that Dru had never even touched. Her dark red hair was a color he'd never seen before, and it contrasted her eyes and pale skin perfectly. She was still nervous and awkward, but he supposed she had reason to be. She was babbling on about the Slayer, but he wasn't even paying the slightest attention. Suddenly he let the urge he'd been suppressing take over. All of a sudden she was in his arms again, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
* * *
Giles burst into the library, Xander and Oz in tow.
"Willow?" They all called synonymously. Casting withered looks at each other, they heard no answer. Giles hurried over to the weapons rack and began throwing things in a bag. Xander went to the top level to check the stacks. Oz looked in Giles' office. Willow was not there.
"Where could she be?" Xander moaned.
"I think if we knew that, we wouldn't be getting weapons," Oz remarked. He was beginning to get worried, and he really didn't like Xander all that much anyway. Ever since that Valentine's Day incident...
"What about the vampire's hang-out? Perhaps she went in search of the vampire in her dream," Giles suggested, zipping up the bag and tossing them each a stake.
"Will's not that stupid. No way," Xander protested, "She knows vamps are the enemy."
"Yes, well, things like this have been known to override one's mental abilities and logic on occasion." No explanation was necessary; they knew what he was referring to.
"Riiight...so, where do we start looking?" Oz fiddled with the stake.
"Xander, you check the houses again. Anyone she might have gone to. Your house, her house, Buffy's, Oz's, Cordelia's..."
"Cordelia? Why would she go to Cordelia's?"
"If she's acting rash, anything's possible."
"Not THAT rash." Xander pointed out.
"True. Well, check anyway. Oz, you check the Bronze, or anywhere else where she may have gone to get lost in a sea of people."
"Sure. Where are you going?"
"I'm going to look for the vampires. Cemetery, the mansion, the warehouses. If she's with them, she may already be dead." Giles wished he hadn't said it when he saw Oz wince and Xander look away out the window.
"I'm, ah, sure we'll find her first." They stood in silence for a few moments, thinking of the horrible end Willow might be meeting, have met, or be about to meet. Then they headed out.
|
|
|
|
Rave
Barbie Girl (Becca)
biscuit07
Filmtheory (Jim)
Malice (Jess)
MebbtheScribe (MichaelB)
Reset (Allie)
Shay (Marrisa)
somnambulist29 (Shea)
Stephanie Loss
Wendyness (Wendy)
Questions?Contact Us
|
|
All stories on this site have been archived with the authors' consent. Do not copy these stories for your own uses without the express consent of the author themselves. Buffy the Vampire Slayer TM and Angel TM are © UPN, WB, Fox and its related entities. All photos on the site are © UPN, Fox, Warner Bros, and/or their respective owners. No profits are being made by use of these images.
Powered with the assitance of eFiction.
|
|
|
