Here Kitty, Kitty
Willow sauntered down main street, playing a bit with a new bracelet she'd pulled off of her last victim. She hummed to herself as she walked down the deserted street. The Master had finally calmed down - she'd never seen him as worked up as he'd been since the blonde descended on their little factory. At least she'd managed to catch her little puppy before he got away. Now she had to find a present for the Master. Maybe a lovely little girl. Blonde, like the new bitch in town.
Buffy motioned Oz slightly back and stepped into the light of a street light. "Hello, carrot top. Wanna dance?"
Oz pulled up his crossbow and pulled out another bolt to quickly reload.
"You," Willow said, frowning. She pocketed her bracelet. "You're annoying." But these whitehats never traveled alone, that was one of their rules. She glanced around, her eyes narrow. Where was the other one...
"And I love it," Buffy said, tossing her stake from one hand to another. "Where's gruesome? Drinking from some rats?"
"Puppy's the only one who drinks from rats," Willow said, shaking her hair back with a toss of her head. "He's been punished very severely for playing with you...maybe I'll give him your head to cuddle when you're dead." She vamped out and growled. The crossbow would be a problem.
Buffy laughed. "I play with the dust from all of you. I mean, really, you're all just SO ugly when you show your true nature. You deserve to be dust."
Willow rolled her eyes. "She's not nearly as bright and cheery as the rest of you," she told Oz. "What's wrong with her?"
"New in town," Oz said with a shrug. "She's got a point. So much easier dusting a corpse when it's all gross.... like you are."
Buffy stepped aside as the crossbow bolt shot past her.
Willow spun out of the way, and hissed at both of them. She wasn't sure she could take the blonde - scratch that, she knew she couldn't. Not alone, anyway. Not if the Master had fought her and come to a stalemate. "You know," she said, still looking at Oz. "You are kinda cute...I'll ask Xander if he'd mind if we turned you, instead of killing you." She shifted her face back to a more human visage, and looked up and down the blonde's body with a smirk. "You aren't so bad, either. A little butch, but that could be hot."
"You might get a surprise if you try," Oz said softly. "Come around tomorrow night, you can spend the entire night with me."
Buffy laughed. "I like being on top, babe. Right before I put my stake through your heart."
"I'd let you put it somewhere else," Willow cooed to Buffy. Then she shrugged and turned away, whistling as she started to walk off in the other direction.
Oz fired another bolt, hoping he'd at least hit her in the shoulder. "You think she'll show up? I bet she'd love to meet the werewolf."
Willow heard the whisper of air parting and jumped lightly out of the way. Let them try again when she was finished with her little...surprise. The blonde could be trouble, though - they needed to make a decisive strike and take her out. She'd talk to Xander when she returned to the Bronze. He was always up for some violence.
"Want to chase her?" Buffy asked. "I could put her through a work out trying to get away from me."
"Then we'd be separated," Oz pointed out. "I need to be on the dirt bike for that run. They're going to start focusing just on you, you know."