So the night had come down to this - one cackling witch and one bloody
ugly
stuffed pig.
Oh well.
Won't be the weirdest night I've ever had. Maybe after it all Red will
let me
take her home and shag her until the sun comes up. Hell, maybe even
longer.
She picked up the pig, tossing it from hand to hand as she searched
the room
for something. I saw her eyes light up and her laughter still filled
the air,
chilling my undead heart. She walks across the room, grabbing
a pair of
scissors from the desk by the door.
She's so gorgeous when she's acting deranged. I guess she can see it
in my eyes
- the fact that I think she's not all there - and she smiles. "I'm
not crazy,
Spike."
"No you're not, pet." I walk towards her, tilting her head up so that
our lips
are almost touching. "Cry when you cry, run when you run, love when
you love.
You're still my little red haired goddess. The fire that warms my undead
body."
I grin down at her. "Now kill the little piggie, luv."
She giggles, stepping back. Another thoughtful look enters her eyes
and she
steps up to the Slayer's dresser, searching among the bottles. She
picks one up
and shakes it, uncapping the tiny flask and setting it aside. The heavy
scent
of paint wafts to my nose and I recognize it for the first time – nail
polish.
Is she going to do the pig's effin nails?
I can see that the anger has left her, replaced by rage. Pure, methodical
rage.
She's humming now, sounding almost too much like Dru for my liking
and I almost
ask her to stop. But I don't. This is her moment.
Her time to shine like the fire that she is.
So scream on, pet. Out from behind the bitter bloody ache - heavy on
the
memories of the bint who hurt you.
I watch as she lays the pig down on the Slayer's bed, piercing its fuzzy
chest
with the sharp points of the scissors. She's grinning as she tears
into it, her
fingers ripping absently at the stuffing that is revealed. I realize
then what
she's doing.
She's skinning it.
With slow, deliberate cuts she skins the fur from the fluff of that
bloody
stuffed animal, putting aside the stuffing into a small pile. When
she grabs
the nail polish I suddenly see what I should have seen all along.
Its a sacrifice.
"Pet..." I moan, my voice husky. She's so beautiful right now, as she
drips the
paint along the inside of the raggedy pig. She lets it drip along the
bed, too,
splattering it onto the white spread with a grin on her face. It reminds
me of
blood and I know that’s exactly what she wanted.
If she couldn't kill the Slayer herself, she'd bloody well kill the
damn pig.
It was perfect.
The stuffing she rips apart, tossing it into the air to land amidst
the sticky,
drying paint.
Cor, I want her. Here. Now. On the floor. Hell - on the bed in the paint
for
all I care.
But she's not done yet.
She crosses the room, her t-shirt straining against her breasts as she
pants
with the excitement. As randy as I am, I can wait. Let her finish this.
"Don't fuck with me again." Willow whispers as she writes on a pad of
paper,
ripping off the sheet to toss it amidst the carnage of the bed.
She stalks
towards me and pulls my head down, crushing my lips with hers. Thank
whatever
devil looks out for vampires like me that I don’t need to breathe or
else the
little chit would have taken my bloody breath away.
“So pet,” I whisper, holding her body against mine so that she can feel
my cock
hard against her stomach. “Instead of wishing that it would get
better…you
just got angrier, does that make things better now?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. I’m not angry anymore. And its good that I’m not
angry. I
just need to get over it. I’m not angry. It was dragging me under.”
She smiles
up at me. “But I’m not angry anymore. Just vengeful . I want to find
more ways
to make her hurt.”
“Girl after my own heart,” I whisper, biting gently on her bottom lip.
I nip at
it enough to make her moan in pain and am rewarded with the sweet scent
of her
arousal. Tonight my fire goddess came one step closer to joining
me for all
time. Time to take her home and celebrate.
Then we could talk about the bloody future a little.