Willow put on some make-up. There was the black eye-liner,
that would
always render her green eyes even more noticeable. Black mascara to
make her
eyelashes longer. Dark red lipstick and her mouth would look so much
better,
more glamourous.
She then put on some black leather pants. They hugged
her ass tightly,
underlining the fact she had no panties underneath. She slipped on
black
boots, one of them hiding a small dagger. Just in case.
Then she put on her favourite leather tank top. She
looked at herself in
the mirror. If anyone had told her a couple of years ago she¹d
become a
leather-clad clubber, she¹d have laughed in their face. Look at
her now.
She quickly brushed her long red hair. She liked
it this way, long and
wavy. It fell down on her shoulders, going down to her middle back.
Looking again at the mirror, she liked what she saw.
A couple of years
ago, she would never have thought she¹d ever find herself attractive.
Now
she was not only attractive, but incredibly hot.
She liked her life alright. Working with Angel and
the others was a nice
way of spending time. Her witchy powers could always be of some help.
Plus,
kicking some demonic ass was a good way of letting off steam.
But she¹d never forget him. She couldn¹t
say she was happy with her
life. She was merely satisfied with it. She could actually have rejoiced
in
life, if it hadn¹t been for him.
Deep down inside her, she just knew she would meet
him again, some day.
She knew that when that moment arrived she wouldn¹t let her chance
go. He¹d
suffer. After all, it was the main reason why she¹d worked so
much on
becoming a rather powerful witch.
Willow smiled at the thought of having him at her
mercy. She put on her
long leather coat -- nothing like his duster, hers had much more style
--
checked she had still a stake in it, and went out into the streets.
Time to
have fun.
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Spike smiled, singing along to the lyrics of the
music coming out of the
speakers of his De Soto. He had always loved this car, he had always
loved
good punk rock. Now that his decision was made, he could again enjoy
simple
moments like this one.
Yes, his decision was made, thanks to this French
teenage girl he¹d met
in this bar. He didn¹t know why he hadn¹t been able to come
to that
conclusion on his own. He couldn¹t quite figure why he had needed
a young
mortal.
But he was going to LA. He was going to find Red,
and he was going to
let her have her revenge. Then, maybe, they¹d both feel better.
He smiled again. The next sign was saying: Los Angeles, 10 miles.
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Angel was looking out of his window, looking at the
red and black figure
walking away in the streets. He hated seeing her leaving the place,
dressed
like someone she wasn¹t. He hated thinking she had to be going
clubbing,
that she was likely to end up in some stranger¹s bed.
How he wished Spike was here. He didn¹t know
how that could make things
better, but he knew it just would.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a familiar motor
stop in front of the
buildings. He saw a blond man get out of a black De Soto. He couldn¹t
believe it.
He waited by the window, unsure what to do. Even
unsure whether or not
he should believe what his eyes had told him, and what the bond he
had with
the blond was still telling him.
He turned around as he heard the door to the room
burst open. His blond
Grandchilde stepped in.
³Where is she?² he simply asked.
Angel stayed silent for a couple more seconds. His
Grandchilde was so
different. All because of a redheaded witch. He could hardly recognise
Spike. All he could see were William¹s eyes.
Their eyes stayed locked for a few seconds. Everything
was said during
those few instants. Everything about Spike¹s intentions, everything
about
what the vampires felt for each other, felt for the witch.
³She¹s out,² Angel finally let out.
³Out where?² Spike growled.
³Out clubbing, I don¹t know where.²
Without a word, Spike got out of the room, out of
the building. Angel
sighed. It was still Spike alright.
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Willow walked into the club. She hadn¹t even
checked its name. All she
knew was that there was a long line of people waiting to get in. She
had
walked past the line, and the watchman, after having quickly looked
at her,
had let her in with a knowing smile.
The large room was filled with tobacco smoke, a smell
she had got used
to when she used to be with him. Flashes of light were going on and
off,
making the dancers look like articulated puppets. All the bodies on
the
dance floor were glistening, moving against one another.
The redhead joined the crowd gesturing on the dance
floor. She began to
move, according to the loud beats of the music. She closed her eyes
and
abandoned herself to the dance.
Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her wrist. Her eyes
flashed open, the
emerald green rendered darker with anger. Anger at the one who had
dared
interrupt her dance.
³Hello little tree.²
Willow couldn¹t believe it. Her anger immediately
faded away. Drusilla
was standing in front of her. The dark-haired vampiress was looking
at her
with eyes full of awe.
³I did not know you had become such a witch,² Drusilla giggled.
The redhead took Drusilla¹s arm and went out
of the club by the
backdoor, into a dark alley, dragging the vampiress along.
³How do you know about me?² Willow finally managed to ask.
Drusilla chuckled. She showed to Willow the doll in her arms.
³Miss Edith,² she said as if it explained it all. ³She tells me things.²
³What do you want, Dru?² Willow asked, exasperated. She was
in no mood to
stake tonight.
³Just a chat, little tree, just a little chat. Miss Edith, she
told me that
you would like to know Spikey was coming.²
³What? Spike is coming here?²
³Yes, yes, yes, our good old Spikey is coming! Isn¹t it exciting?²
³Yes, exciting,² Willow repeated absent-mindedly. She felt
something inside
her stir. There was her desire for revenge, sure, but there was more
than
only that.
Drusilla suddenly fell in a heap to the floor. She
was clutching the
doll in her hands, beginning to destroy the pretty face with her long
nails.
³Nooooooo,² she sighed.
³Dru? What are you seeing?² Willow asked. Great. Now she was
asking the
crazy vamp what her visions were. Was she going crazy as well?
The vampiress suddenly stood up.
³You cannot hurt him! You do not have the right! He is our Spikey!²
Willow stayed silent for a little while, merely looking
at the
vampiress. ³I don¹t have the right to hurt him?² Willow¹s
sight was blurred
with tears. ³He fucking killed all my best friends! I have every
right now.²
The vampiress watched in awe as Willow¹s eyes
turned even greener, to an
unhuman extent. Suddenly they turned blue, and the vampiress felt herself
thrown into the wall of the alley.
³I have every right,² the witch repeated.
Then she left the alley, leaving there a sobbing
dark-haired creature. A
young man got out of the club, a few minutes later. He was drunk, but
not to
the point where he wouldn¹t notice the sobs.
³Miss?² he ventured as he put a hand on Dru¹s shoulder. ³Are you alright?²
He felt pulled into a strong hug by the creature.
He gave in, always
glad to give comfort to a sexy stranger.
³I already feel better, thank you,² Drusilla said as she vamped
out over his
shoulder.