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Shanna
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Buffy and Riley made their way amongst the headstones of Westfield Cemetery on their nightly patrol. The former commando kept darting glances at his unusually quiet girlfriend. She hadn't spoken more than ten words since they left the Magic Box an hour ago.
"Buff, you want to talk about it?"
"Huh?" She looked at him briefly, then was distracted by her train of thought again.
"Boyfriend here, shoulder to cry on, ear to bend. Ready, willing and able to listen, Commander," he joked lightly.
Riley frowned when his girlfriend continued to be lost in thought. He stopped walking and lightly gripped her arm to get her attention. "Buffy, are you worried about Willow still? Is that why you've been quiet girl tonight?"
"She was only supposed to be gone a few days. It's been a week, Riley, and still, nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. No one has been able to come up with anything to help her. What if she's stuck like this forever? What if there's no way to reverse what those stupid wanna be vamps did to her?"
"And what if she has to stay in LA with Angel from now on," her boyfriend asked quietly. He had to admit, he was concerned for his friend too. He didn't trust Angel, no matter what the others said. The thought of him laying a hand on Willow made him cringe. He had a soul, but he had a demon too. What if one day he couldn't control himself and wound up draining the redhead dry? That was his greatest fear. The danger from within.
"Well, yeah. I'd miss Willow, but it's more that LA's not exactly the safest place. I mean, there's a reason the Powers sent Angel there. It's a vacation spot from the Hellmouth. It's close enough to get here pretty fast if there's some big evil rising, and for any demons looking for a place to go be evil with no slayer and a great night life, bam! LA. And then there's Angel and his group. They're not exactly low profile, out there avoiding the evilness, ya know? They go after it, hunt it down and try to wipe it out. Willow's just as likely to be in danger staying with him as she is here in Sunnydale patrolling with me. I'm just afraid that she's gonna get sucked into one of their cases while she's there, and run into some big nasty demon that's going to take one look at her and think, yummy, a big hunk of Willowy goodness."
The slayer looked at her commando boyfriend with worried eyes. "I'm just afraid something's going to happen and she'll never make it back home."
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A Galotsnix demon, standing eight feet tall with thick gray skin and spikes protruding from its body stared down the redhead with all five of its eyes. It approached as stealthily as an eight foot tall creature could. The demon reached out a hand and laid it on the shoulder of the young woman radiating so much power. A witch. It figured. She turned and looked up at him with wide green eyes.
"Pardon me," it began, "but could you tell me what you're drinking? This is going to sound awfully stupid, but I had one of those before, you know with the yellow umbrellas in it, and it was really good, but for the life of me I can't remember what it's called."
"Oh, its Sex on the Beach. Very nummy." Willow giggled. This big demon had a voice that sounded like James Earl Jones. Very deep, very sexy.
Spike glared at the demon's hand on his Red's shoulder and growled, but Angel's hand on his arm kept him from saying anything.
The demon rolled his five eyes. "Of course. That's it. Thanks for your help."
"Not a problem," Willow grinned up at the creature.
Just then the Host came by and gently tapped the demon on a smooth part of its shoulder. "Oliver, you're up cupcake."
"Oh, right!" Oliver rubbed his hands together in glee. "Thanks Lorne, and thank you again, Miss."
"Anytime. Have fun!" Willow waved as the creature hurried up to the stage and grabbed a microphone.
"What kind of bleedin' ponce drinks Sex on the Beach anyway," the blond vampire grumbled, pulling Willow closer to his side and pressing a kiss to his mark on her neck.
"Spike, be nice. Besides, have you ever tried one? It's really good!" She offered the pink swizzle straw to the vampire who just snorted.
"I refuse to drink anything that comes with little pink straws and bloody umbrellas, pet. They're sissy drinks made for women. This," he banged his glass of scotch on the rocks on the table, "is a real drink."
Spike smirked as he watched Wesley try to surreptitiously slip a pink umbrella from his Seabreeze.
Willow just shook her head, turned her attention back to Oliver on the stage, and began nodding her head in time with the music. Guitars and drums blared from the sound system as the demon's deep voice filled the room.
Pour some sugar on me I'm hot, sticky sweet >From my head, to my feet, yeah!
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"So, I met Angel," Riley began, he and Buffy making their way to the next cemetery on their list for the night. "What is the rest of his group like? You said they were all here at one point, right?"
Buffy nodded as she examined the freshly turned dirt of one grave, looking in the shadows for the new fledgling. "Right, Wesley and Cordelia. Wesley was my watcher after they fired Giles. He was all 'The Council doesn't approve of' or "I don't believe that would be wise' or 'The slayer handbook says'. . ."
"There's a Slayer handbook?" Riley asked.
Buffy shrugged. "Not that I ever saw. Giles said the minute he met me he knew it wouldn't be of any use so he never bothered to tell me about it." She swung as they passed a small patch of bushes and dragged the fledge from its hiding place, staking it quickly and efficiently. The slayer dusted off her hands and continued along the path with her boyfriend.
"Wes was very reserved. Very much the tight ass."
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Cordelia and Willow leaned against each other, laughing so hard tears rolled down their face. Spike shushed them.
"This is a classic. Do you chits mind? He's actually not doing a bad job of it."
Both women tried to stifle their giggles as they watched Wesley on the stage. He had imbibed in quite a bit of alcohol. Willow had counted at least six Seabreezes since their arrival over two hours ago.
I am an antichrist I am an anarchist Don't know what I want but I know how to get it I wanna destroy the passer by cos I I wanna BE anarchy !
"Put a little more anger into it Watcher!" Spike yelled up to the man.
Angel grinned, seeing his grand_childe happy and getting along with others in his group. His smile softened as he took in the flushed face of Willow. As they observed Wesley on stage the redhead chortled and clung to Cordelia's arm.
Soon. Soon he would make it real, and not just about the blood, but tonight was a chance to kick back and relax. The young witch deserved a night out. He and Spike had kept her cooped up in the hotel too long. Not that the time spent there wasn't pleasurable, he grinned again, his eyes darkening with lusty thoughts.
Willow caught his gaze and looked over at him. She smiled shyly and blushed. How she could blush after all they had done this week was beyond him, but that's one of the things he loved about her. The redhead broke their gaze first, turning her attention back to Wesley on stage.
Is this the M.P.L.A Or is this the U.D.A Or is this the I.R.A I thought it was the U.K or just another country another council tenancy I wanna be an anarchist Oh what a name Get PISSED DESTROY !
As the last notes faded, Wesley kicked the mic stand across the stage before coming back to himself. Spike stood and cheered. When the former watcher realized what he had done, he blushed and stuttered into the mic, "Uh, so, so sorry. I'll uh, just get that now. Sorry again."
Wes picked up the stand and gingerly placed the mic back in its holder before making his way back to the table where Spike clapped him on the back, congratulating him for a bloody fine choice in music and thrust a scotch on the rocks into his hand.
"Here, drink this. It's better than those nancy boy drinks you've been sippin' all night."
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"And Cordelia? Wasn't she Xander's girlfriend or something?"
The slayer snorted. "Queen C, yeah. What an odd couple that was, but it worked. The most popular girl in school, the head cheerleader, rich parents, dating Xander. Need I say more?"
"Xander doesn't strike me as being part of the 'in' crowd in school," Riley grinned.
"He wasn't. Which is why it shocked all of us when Cordy stood up to her sheep and told them she would date whoever she wanted. She wasn't really so bad. She fought demons with us when she didn't have to. When all was said and done, Cordy was a good person to have covering your backside."
"Why did they break up?"
"Uh, would you believe Willow?"
"Huh?" Riley stopped, turned and looked at his girlfriend.
"Willow had been in love with Xander for literally years, even before I came to town. He started dating Cordelia, who had teased and tortured Wills her entire life. Oh, tortured mentally, saying mean stuff, not actual torture."
"Got that," the former commando laughed, swinging the gate open of the last cemetery on their patrol for the night.
"Well, I just wanted to clarify. You know, Hellmouth and all. Anyway, then Willow started dating Oz, and I think Xander got jealous. He started to see her in a different light, ya know? Well, they made with the illicit smoochies. Spike kidnaped them and had them locked in the basement of a burned out warehouse, and that's where Oz and Cordelia found them there in a serious liplock. Oz forgave Willow eventually, but Cordy never could forgive either of them."
"So now Willow's in LA dealing with this person every day?"
Buffy frowned, twirling her stake as they walked along in the shadows. "I hadn't really thought about that. I hope she's not giving Willow too hard of a time."
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Willow stood, stiff with fear. She didn't think she'd ever been this scared. Not when she was kidnaped by the Master. Or Moloch. Or Faith and the mayor. Not when they had been fighting for their lives at graduation. Never, except maybe. . .once. The last time she had felt such paralyzing fear? The high school talent show.
Now she stood on stage with Cordy, and all of the demons and witches and vampires in the room were staring at *gulp* her. She felt an elbow in her ribs as the seer nudged her and noticed the opening notes of the song Cordelia had chosen.
The former cheerleader reached over and raised Willow's hand holding the mic to her lips and ordered, "Sing!" Together they began the song.
Jeremiah was a bullfrog Was a good friend of mine I never understood a single word he said But I helped him a_drink his wine And he always had some mighty fine wine Singin'... Joy to the world All the boys and girls now Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea Joy to you and me
Willow glanced over to where the Host was sitting at the bar. He had a pained _expression on his face. She could understand why. There was a reason Willow didn't sing in public. There was also a reason Cordy *shouldn't* sing in public. The redhead cringed as her friend hit an especially sour note.
Feeling the urge to run building within her, and knowing Cordy would seriously hurt her if she tried, Willow decided to focus on something other than the many eyes latched onto her in the audience. She found Spike staring at her. He gave her a weak smile and raised his drink to her. . .before downing it in one gulp.
The redhead sighed mentally. Oh well. She never said she was the next Celine Dion.
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Buffy and Riley entered her house after patrol. Both were hungry and thirsty.
"Mom?" Buffy called up the stairs, but got no response. When they made their way into the kitchen, she found a note on the fridge.
Buffy, I found out about a new art gallery opening at the last second in San Diego. I'll probably stay overnight. I hope patrol went ok. I figured you and Riley would be hungry so I made some snacks and left them in the fridge for you. Don't let your sister stay up too late and eat too much junk. Make sure she had a good breakfast in the morning. I'll call you, but I'll probably be home in the afternoon. Love, Mom
Buffy sighed. Dawn_sitting again. She looked up at the ceiling and yelled, "Dawnie!"
She could hear the girl galloping down the steps before dashing into the kitchen, breathless. "Yeah?"
Buffy took in her sister's clothing. Jeans and a t_shirt, shoes still on. "Dawnie, it's one in the morning. Mom wants you in bed and you're not even in your pajamas yet."
The girl pouted. "I just wanted to stay up and make sure you got home ok, that's all. Besides, it's not even a school night."
Buffy felt guilty for a minute then caved with a sigh. "What did mom leave to eat?"
The young girl cheered up instantly, knowing her sister had given in. "Roast beef sandwiches, some of that leftover pasta salad and there's chips in the cupboard."
Buffy started pulling out the food, and Riley tugged on Dawn's ponytail as he settled himself down at the kitchen island. The girl pulled up her own stool to sit down.
"So, has Willow said anything about having problems with Cordelia," Riley asked his girlfriend.
"Actually, no," the blond mumbled as she crunched on a potato chip before pouring the rest into a small bowl. "They seem to be getting along ok, from what I could tell."
Dawn snorted and made a grab for one of the cans of soda her sister sat out for them. "I'd be more worried about Spike and Angel getting along. I'd be surprised if they didn't wind up killing each other."
Buffy worried her lower lip as she dished up the pasta salad on their plates. "You're right. They can't stand each other. He's not really doing anything there. I mean, it's not like he can bite Willow, so why *is* he staying there?"
"Probably just to get on Angel's nerves," the teenager replied, digging into her sandwich.
"Hmmm, maybe we'd better ask Giles to have Spike come back. I mean the last time the bleached wonder was in LA he did torture Angel. Uh, physically this time," she clarified for her boyfriend. "With hot pokers and stuff."
Riley shuddered at her words. "That could make for some serious conflict. They're probably at each other's throats constantly."
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The AI gang had been at Caritas for a little over four hours before Spike got his turn at the stage. He staggered up to the front and whispered his request. The blond vampire was starting on his second bottle of scotch. Good stuff they stocked here. His drink in one hand and the mic in the other, he waited for the opening bars of the song.
Spike began swinging his hips in time to the beat and smiled down at Willow and Angel.
Sugar, sugar She sits alone waiting for suggestions He's so nervous avoiding all the questions His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking Spike made his way down the steps and over to Willow, leaning over to kiss her softly. If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know. If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on honey tell me so Tell me so baby
Willow sighed softly and reached out a hand, running it over his muscled chest and stomach. The drunken vampire shivered at her light touch and cupped her cheek gently before swinging his gaze to his grand_sire. Spike smirked at his grand_sire and moved closer, running his fingers through the poof's gelled spiked hair.
He's acting shy looking for an answer Come on honey let's spend the night together Now hold on a minute before we go much further Give me a dime so I can phone my mother They catch a cab to his high rise apartment At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on honey tell me so If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know
Angel growled as his grand_childe's teasing. Just wait until his soul was permanent. He would give the blonde a lesson to remember.
Spike turned his attention back to the flushed redhead. He continued singing to her, sensing her reaction as he swayed and ground his hips. He touched her gently, scented her arousal and heard her heart pound in her chest.
Willow stood, uncaring of anyone else in the bar, and allowed Spike to pull her close, leading her in a dance that was more like sex with their clothes on than actual dancing.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know If you really, really, really, really need me just let me know Just reach out and touch me If you really want me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know If you, if you, if you really need me just come on and tell me so
The song ended and Willow swayed on her feet. "I think you're sexy," she giggled. Her head was rushing. Whether it was from the alcohol, Spike, or her overactive heart, she didn't know. She didn't care. She needed him. Craved him.
Spike tossed the mic at the Host without looking at the green demon. "Here, mate. You got a back door?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure thing sweet cheeks. Right through there." Lorne motioned in the general direction.
Spike grabbed Willow's hand and began tugging her through the bar. He yelled over his shoulder, "We'll be back. Going to get a drink."
They made their way out into the back alley. Spike pressed her up against the cool brick wall, and kissed her passionately.
"Spike," she sighed softly, arms wrapped around his neck. Her eyes were glazed as he pulled away and looked down at her. "I need you," she whispered.
"I know, pet," he murmured before gathering her close, dropping his face to her neck and gently siphoning her blood.
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Dawn helped Buffy put the rest of the food away. "Do you think Willow's really ok," the teen asked. Willow was her sister's coolest friend. She really didn't want anything bad to happen to the girl. She had promised to show her some spells if it was ok with her mom.
"I'm sure Angel's taking good care of her, Dawn," the slayer tried to reassure the girl. But she had her own doubts. Maybe it was time for a trip up to LA.
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