"Not a step closer", Walker hissed, pressing the gun harder against the witch's side, until she was sure it would bruise, "or I'll shoot her! I mean it! She's mine now, but if I can't have her, neither shall you!"
"Chill, man", Pat replied, with so much indifference in her voice that it made Willow flinch, a small sound of disbelief coming from her, only to be ignored by the taller woman, "just wanted to see how's it going."
This took Walker aback so much that he even loosened his grip on her, staring at the black haired woman with wide eyes; smirking at him, she held his gaze, then dug out her cigarettes and lit one of them up, leaning against the wall rather comfortably, not appearing worried the slightest even when he came to his feet and aimed the gun at her.
"Don't play any tricks on me", he warned her, glaring, "I'll shoot you right in the head if you play any tricks!"
"I don't doubt you would", she shrugged in reply, smirking at him again, "but there's really no need for that. Actually, I just wanted to get her phone, I bought it, it's the newest model and she can't really use it down here anyway."
"You're not trying to make me believe you're not here to rescue her, are you", Walker spat, his grip on the gun tightening, "do you think I'm stupid?!"
"Of course not", Pat gave back at once, taking another drag of her cigarette, "if you were, you wouldn't have managed all that. Snatching her in the middle of the day and locking her up here, without getting caught, that was quite the smart thing to pull off."
Now, the young man didn't even know what to respond anymore, just standing there and staring while behind him, Willow did the same, the demon just giving her the briefest look before she continued, still sounding so awfully indifferent and uncaring.
"You know", she started, gesturing vaguely into the witch's direction, "to be perfectly honest, I was hoping something like this would happen sooner or later. Something that would save me the trouble of breaking up and going through all that dramatic crap."
"W-what?" Walker stuttered, and this time, Pat not only smirked, but chuckled, then gave him a wry look, shrugging as she went on.
"It has become quite the hassle", she informed him, "always having to save her, look after her, fight for her… It's been getting quite tiresome, really. Not to mention the million times I got hurt because of her, hey, how do you think I lost my eye? I had two before I met her."
"Um", was all the stalker could reply to that, the gun now trembling just enough to let Willow notice; then, he regained his composure, still sounding suspicious when he replied, even though the redhead could tell that he wanted to believe her partner, wanted to be convinced that she hadn't come here to take her away. "Then why would you even bother coming here? Or being with her?"
"Just here for the phone", the black haired woman gave back without missing a beat, "and about why I stay with her, well, the sex is good. Now that you're here to take her off my hands though…"
"You're lying", Walker decided in response, glaring at her again, "you're just trying to make me relax so you can knock me out. I heard you tell her you love her! And you cuddled and kissed after that night on the cemetery, where you did… these strange things…"
So he did see, Willow realized what he was talking about, almost gasping out loud, how could he just ignore it then?
"Oh, you've been there after all, then", Pat came to the same conclusion, raising an eyebrow, "then you saw what I can do, and what I am, did you? Surely you also know what they say about my kind. Demons aren't exactly known for being honest."
"I don't believe you", Walker mumbled, lowering the gun as he spoke though and contradicting himself, "you just want to throw me off guard…"
"You don't believe me?" the demon repeated, smirking again now, "just take one look at her face then, and you'll see that, even if you don't, she does. And she should know, right? She knows me long enough."
Hesitatingly, Walker turned his head to do just that, then spun around so fast he nearly made himself dizzy when he got the first glimpse at Willow's face; her eyes were filled with tears and disbelief, the hurt expression on her face convincing him more than anything the demon could have said would have.
And the moment he had turned his back on her, she was moving, closing the distance between them with two fast, large steps; in one smooth movement, her right hand came up to grasp his wrist and twist it sharply, bone breaking with an echoing crunch while her other arm wrapped around his throat, cutting off the scream he had wanted to let out while the gun clattered to the floor.
With his eyes wide, he struggled against her hold as she now let go of his broken wrist to grab her own and increase the pressure on his throat; he gasped and gurgled as he tried to fight her off, finally regaining enough of his sense to not just squirm and struggle, but to slam his elbow back over and over, a low grunt coming from her each time he hit her rib cage, but she wouldn't let go, only choking him tighter in response to his attacks.
"Bitch", Walker wasted precious air to curse at her, slamming his elbow into her side again, then realized that this didn't accomplish anything and threw himself backwards with all his strength and weight; he managed to drive her up against the wall and ram her against the hard stone, pinning her in between, but still she was choking him, now snarling and growling into his ear.
Grunting as well now, he refused to give up so easily though, now using his height to his advantage as he bent over, far enough to actually lift her off her feet; with his face reddening from lack of air, he tried to throw her off by catapulting himself sideways, hard enough to slam her against one of the filing cabinets and make it fall over with a tremendous crash, drowning out the gasps he was letting out as he finally was losing his grip on consciousness.
"I told you", he heard her growl into his ear as he slumped down on his knees, his eyes rolling back into his head, her chokehold still tight enough to fully cut off his flow of air, "demons lie."
He let out a final, helpless gurgle in reply, then his body went limp as he lost consciousness; still Pat held on for another minute, making sure he really was out cold – before she moved one hand around his jaw and the other to the back of his head, Willow immediately realizing what she wanted to do and sharply calling out "No!", making her freeze in mid-motion before she looked up and at her.
The moment their eyes met, the man she just had wanted to kill was forgotten, and she dropped him unceremoniously to the floor and rushed over to her partner, pulling her into an embrace and holding her so tight that for a few moments, the redhead had trouble breathing as well, still hugging her back the best she could with the chains still restricting her movement, a shudder running through her as she fully realized that she had been saved and that things would be alright.
"I'm so sorry", she heard the demon whisper into her ear, an audible tremble in her voice, "I'm so sorry I had to say all these awful—"
"Hush", Willow interrupted her, not unkindly, "no need to apologize. I know."
"Thank Goodness", her partner sighed out in reply, "for a moment there, I was really worried it either might not work, or you might not notice what I was doing…"
"Well, to be honest, at first I was a bit taken aback", the witch admitted, smiling weakly and earning another apologetic look, "but when you gave me that brief look, I figured it out. And I think it was the only way to make him turn away from you…"
"Yeah", Pat agreed, not wanting to let go of her, but knowing that she had to so she could go through the unconscious man's pockets and find the key for the handcuffs, "it was what he wanted to hear, so of course he—"
The gunshot was deafeningly loud in the small space, drowning out the startled cry Willow let out; and moments later, she cried out again, audibly this time, as her partner slumped forward in her embrace, blood pouring down her back, hot and sticky on the witch's fingers as she clung to her.