Willow Rosenberg (kindofgay) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-07 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | spike, willow rosenberg |
WHO: Willow and Spike
WHAT: Willow decides to have a little fun.
WHEN: Afternoon (not that it matters)
WHERE: A random bar
RATING: HARD R (violence, NPC death, torture) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
STATUS: In Progress
It was the day following the hurricane and, already, Willow was growing restless. There just wasn't enough to do in this town. Taking out the good guys with a show of force held no interest for her, and she was loathe to attack them outright anyway due to the possibility Tara might be injured.
Not that Willow cared about Tara. She didn't. At least, she kept telling herself she didn't. However, the thought of the other witch becoming injured didn't sit well with her, so clearly, another avenue was going to have to be explored.
She had gotten the idea originally while watching Drusilla and Spike argue via the message boards. By the time she'd made her offer to the dark haired vampire, she knew it was the perfect plan. Why destroy the group as a whole, when she could systematically turn them against one another? And Spike became her first target.
It wasn't hard to find him. Everyone had a magical signature and, considering he was a souled vampire - the only one of two in existence in fact - his was especially easy to spot. She, of course, found him in a bar. Typical.
Ignoring the gasps of the patrons as she appeared in the middle of the room quite suddenly, she easily spotted the bleached blonde vampire and made her way to him with an amused sort of smile on her pale face. "Move," she ordered the man who was taking up the seat closest to him and, once the man scurried away, slid the stool away from the bar with a simple flick of her finger.
Stepping into the empty spot it left, she said quite casually, "Just the vampire I was looking for. Has anyone ever told you how predictable you've become? Why, I can remember a time when us Scoobies used to tremble at your very name. Tsk, tsk, such a waste." She shook her head and flashed him a look of mock sorrow before her expression turned into a downright chilling smile.
"So I'm thinking it's time to fix that. What do you say?"
Not that he had a choice, of course, but Willow figured she'd at least give him a chance to respond. Then the real fun could begin.