Author: Katie
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. These characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al.
Rating: PG so far.
Distribution: If you want it, just let me know (don't know why you would though).
Feedback: If you want me to continue, you'll have to let me know.
Dedicated: To Nicole for posting the challenge. It just made me type!
Notes: Answer to Nicole's challenge on the WillowandPartner list.
Had to include Count Dracula, someone getting high, and five from
a list.
Not saying which five - it might give away the story, if there was
actually a plot!
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Willow rushed up the stairs, expecting to find some kind of demon inhabiting
the guest room, and there was, but it was only Angel in game
face. He was advancing on Cordelia, who held the costume in front
of her in the futile hope of gaining some protection from the irate
vampire.
"What's going on?" Willow was breathless from the rush up the stairs.
"She.Expects.Me.To.Wear.That!" Angel spat each word out as a sentence of its own, and gestured towards the costume held by Cordelia.
"It can't be that bad...oh!" Willow turned and took a good luck at the costume.
"Count Dracula." Angel took a deep and unneeded breath and slipped back into his human face.
"I thought...you know...vampire?" Cordelia struggled to justify
her costume choice without provoking Angel again. "I'm going as the
Bride of
Dracula." She offered brightly.
"And that makes it all better." Angel gave her a look that told her it didn't.
"You know, this could be a good thing. The demon in Cordelia's
vision isn't going to expect a real vampire to be dressed as Dracula.
I'm
sure that was part of Cordelia's plan, wasn't it?" Willow placed
a hand on Angel's arm and steered him from the room as Cordelia nodded
emphatically. "We should get changed - we have to be there in
about an hour."
With a sigh of resignation, Angel grabbed the costume from where Cordelia had dropped it and headed for the bathroom.
Forty minutes later, Angel was sitting nervously on Willow's couch,
waiting for Willow and Cordelia to come down. As he heard footsteps
on
the stairs he stood, and grimaced as his cape swirled around his legs.
When he saw Willow standing in front of him, all coherent thoughts
and murderous impulses left him. She was dressed as Cleopatra,
with a dark wig obscuring her short red hair.
"Wow." He'd been aiming for something a bit more eloquent, but
as it wasn't his brain that was doing the thinking, he had to be satisfied
with 'wow'.
"You look...well...it's different." Willow offered as she took in his slicked back hair and plastic fangs.
"I know. I think Cordelia and I are going to have to have a serious
talk when this is over." Angel looked up as he heard her enter the
room.
"Come on then Bride, lets get going." Angel offered an arm to
both Willow and Cordelia, giving Cordelia the best menacing look he could
manage with the aid of the plastic fangs. To Willow he offered
a toothy smile as they headed out into the cool night air.