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Shanna
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Over the next few days, Willow, Spike and Angel fell into a routine. The vampires gave her the space she needed. . .well, in a way. During the times she needed to be fed upon, they had come to an understanding that only one of them would be in the room, so they took turns drinking from her. This of course led to what Willow had come to think of as the "Feeding Frenzy", which invariably led to hot, hungry sex with each of her lovers.
Spike and Angel weren't pushing the threesome situation on her, and for that she was thankful. She was becoming accustomed to each separately being in her bed, well, actually Angel's bed. She didn't sleep in the room he had given her upon arrival. The three of them did share the elder vampire's bed at dawn. If there was one thing Willow knew she would miss when she left LA, it would be snuggling up between two hard, cool bodies and feeling so safe and cherished. They slept together, and that's all the three of them did together. Sleep.
Each day the redhead asked Wesley if his sources had found anything and each day his reply was the same. None of his other contacts had come up with anything new on the vilnavons, and his one promising lead in Turkey was still searching through his personal collection that numbered to over 50,000 books. Willow grumbled at that. Hadn't the man heard of a database, or even the Dewey Decimal System for Pete's sake!
Every day she had to call Sunnydale and report that nothing had been found yet. It was getting harder and harder to convince Buffy and Xander she was fine and not being held against her will by two blood-guzzling vamps. Xander had offered to drive up over the weekend, but Willow talked him out of it. Anya had mentioned that he had a chance at overtime on a new project and working weekends paid double time and a half, which would mean much money. She knew her lifelong friend had just moved out and could probably use the extra cash and, even if he didn't the former demon would like seeing it on his bank statement when she balanced his checkbook for him.
It was an excuse, she knew. The young witch wasn't ready to share what was happening between herself, Spike and Angel with any of the Scoobies yet. She didn't think they would take it very well and had a feeling a certain blond slayer would show up on the Hyperion's doorstep, stake in hand if she did find out.
Well, there was *one* person in Sunnydale who knew what was going on. She knew Giles was concerned. Xander had confided in her that he was worried about the former librarian's sudden drinking problem. It seemed that every time he went to his office, he came out with a new glass of scotch on the rocks. Willow shrugged to herself. At least he wasn't drinking it straight out of the bottle anymore.
The redhead, while enjoying the time spent in the company of her vampires, was getting bored. Over the last several days she had, been fed upon, had sex, updated the demon database, been fed upon, had sex, tried to rearrange Cordy's filing system, been fed upon, had sex, discussed Watcher protocol with Wesley, . . .it was just becoming a bit monotonous. She hadn't left the hotel in almost a week. There were only so many demons and hell dimensions to look up and record. There were only so many of her former classmate's explanations of her invoicing system she could handle, and a girl can only take so many sentences beginning with "The Watcher's Council believed,. . .".
On a positive note, her time in LA had allowed Willow to get to know the new and improved May Queen. There definitely was an marked difference between this woman and the girl who had teased her mercilessly up through her sophomore year in high school. They had much more in common than ever expected, especially considering her new line of work. So when Cordelia decided the redhead had spent too much time cooped up with the "Blood Squad" and that they all needed a night out on the town, Willow jumped at the idea.
Spike grumbled about going out with a former cheerleader, watcher and the Poof. It was bad for his image to be seen in such company. When his Red teased him about being in the company of the Slayer's best friend he 'piffled' and said bonds between witches and vampires went back centuries and being bonded with her would actually *improve* his standing in the demon community. Willow asked if this 'demon community' was aware of her relationship with Buffy. Spike's only reply was a waggle of his scarred eyebrow and a 'what they don't know, pet, won't get me hurt.' She really hoped he was joking about that last part.
The witch knew when Spike insulted Angel he was only putting on an old act that had become habit over the years. The two had actually been getting along much better. They could speak a whole four sentences without saying something to get on the other's nerves. Willow had asked Angel about it, worried about the relationship between the two. The elder vampire assured her that even as Angelus, during his years as the Scourge of Europe, Spike had annoyed him on a regular basis. This was nothing new and it was all a part of their normal interaction.
Cordelia decided the night out called for an emergency shopping trip and promptly swept Willow out of the Hyperion's lobby once she made sure the witch had everything she'd need. Credit card? Check. Low-heeled comfortable shoes. Check. Cell phone. Check. Had her neck been sucked on within the last hour? Check.
Willow really had to hand it to Cordy. She was adjusting much better to this whole situation than the Scoobies were. The brunette just shrugged. "When you grow up on the Hellmouth, date Xander Harris, work with a vampire, a former Watcher and live with a ghost, you learn not to let the little things phase you."
The woman had a point. By the time the two girls returned to the hotel Willow was wondering if the Powers had made Cordelia part demon when they gave her the visions. There's no way on the Goddess' green earth that a normal human being can shop like that! The redhead was used to walking into a store, looking at the first four racks in the front row and if she liked something, she bought it. If not, she left the store. Not Cordelia.
She went through every rack with meticulous care. And not just every rack in one store, but in every rack in all of the twelve stores they visited that afternoon. Willow never thought she would see the outside of one particular dressing room ever again in a little boutique the former cheerleader loved. The exhausted young woman never thought she would be grateful for the condition the vilnavon's bite had brought about. That was until they stood before a Hugo Boss storefront with Cordy ooh-ing and ahh-ing over a particular shimmery red silk dress.
"That would be perfect on you, Willow."
"Red's not really my color, Cordy."
"Oh, I'm sure they have it in another color. Green maybe, or possibly lilac or deep purple. You know, with your skin tones. . ."
"Home."
"What?"
"I need to get home. Umm, to you know. . ." Willow looked at the crowd of people walking around them. "I need to make sure Spike gets something to eat for dinner before we go out."
"Dinner? Ohhh! Right. Dinner!"
The redhead felt a little guilty as Cordelia began fussing over her. "Are you feeling all right? Are you dizzy? Do you want me to get you a latte? Decaf, of course. No, no, no coffee. Home. We'll get you home and let Spike, uh, eat dinner. Right. Come on." She slung her arm around her former nemesis and gently led her back to Angel's car.
The former cheerleader played such a mother hen that Willow almost felt guilty enough to tell the girl her ploy was just to avoid further shopping. Almost, but not quite. She was already coming back with eight bags. That was more than she would buy in six months.
"So, Cordy, you never did tell me. Where are we all going tonight?"
"A little place Angel found. It's like being on patrol in Sunnydale, but without the bad guys trying to kill you."
"Huh?"
The brunette rolled her eyes. "It's a demon karaoke bar called Caritas."
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