Mark made his way out of the Bronze by the door leading to the alley. He was alone, laughing at himself, drunk out of his mind. [It's a wonder he hasn't been drained yet,] Willow thought. A lone drunk young man in an alley was the perfect prey... but of course, minions weren't very bright.
Eric stepped into the light, making his presence known to the frat boy. He looked up and frowned. "Who are you?" he sneered. "What do you want?"
The living dead smiled. "That is an interesting question. What do I want? Only for you to suffer as much as her of course."
"What's up with your face man? And I don't know any *her*."
"Oh, I'm sure you do... and if you don't, you'll remember soon enough."
Willow walked slowly in the shadows, her heels clicking on the boardwalk. She saw the boy's eyes narrowing, trying to see her in the dark. She held her head down and shook it. When she looked up again, her face was painted in black and white.
The mask of the crow.
The redhead made sure to be visible to the boy, but still let her face in the shadows, letting her identity be unknown. "You've been a naughty boy, Mark. I've had a year to think about your face, your eyes, your identity. I've seen you before in my psychology class." She smiled as suspicion started to cloud his eyes. "My voice is the key, Mark. Do you know who I am?" she asked sweetly.
Mark shook his head. "I don't know who you are bitch! Now leave me alone!" he yelled.
"Wrong answer!" Willow replied. She stepped into the light, chin held up. Her hair was like a wave of blood surrounding her face and her green eyes promised death. "Sure you're not the one who killed me last year. But you still held me down as you violated my body over and over again. You laughed as the knife was plunged in me. You said nothing when answers were requested."
Fear filled the boy's mind. A girl he had seen died not four meters in front of him a year before was standing right in front of him, threatening him. "What do you want?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"You keep repeating yourself, Mark." Willow sighed. "Why, I want your death of course." The boy froze, looking at the slight redhead fearfully. But he made no move. "Bored now!" she said, taking her vampire self's favorite line.
Before the frat boy could do anything, she had picked up the athame and thrown it at him. It caught him in the stomach and he fell to his knees. Willow walked to him, savouring the sight of his pain etched on his face.
When she was beside him, he tried to grab her leg, but Eric caught his hand in mid air and held it firmly. The redhead pulled the athame out. "Hurts, doesn't it? The feeling of a knife being pulled out of your gut... Tell me Mark, how do you feel when you are dying? Just wanted to see if you feel the same as I felt." She smiled when he fell backward and expired his last breath. "Goodnight!"
Eric put his arms around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder. "How do you feel?" he asked her.
"Better. Thanks!" Willow looked at the mess in font of her and frowned. "Why don't we go back to the cript? I no longer hold an interest on this alley." She laughed coldly and pulled him behind her as he chuckled.
* * *
"How do you do that?"
"Magic," Willow whispered. She passed her hand in front of his face and his makeup dissapeared too. She touched his face and her fingers slided along his cheek. "You're handsome, you know that?"
Eric smiled. "You're beautiful too, Willow." He took her hand as they walked in the cemetary, heading to the cript. "And you know what? I like you even better when you're wearing those clothes." She laughed.
"Red?!"
Willow froze. [That voice! Oh, shit!] She slowly turned around to face someone she had hoped not to meet. "Spike," she said.
His eyes were wide open. He took a couple of steps toward her. When he was near enough, he touched her hand. "It is you!" he exclaimed. "You're real!" He squeezed her hand. "How... what happened? I mean, you're dead. I saw your body. I was the one who found you on the campus."
Willow sighed. "I am dead, Spike. I was brought back to make things right." She turned toward Eric and smiled at him. A black bird flew over their heads and landed on the dead man's shoulder like it had done so many times before.
The vampire's eyes narrowed. "You're a Crow. Both of you. Fuck pet! What have they done to you that was so horrible you were able to step in the world of the living to get payback?"
Eric stepped in and put a hand on Spike's shoulder. "Believe me, you don't want to know."
"Spike, you can't tell them I'm back," she pleaded. "They can't know, at least not now. I can't take revenge at the same time of dealing with my friends. You better than anyone else know they won't let me kill the men who did this to me once they know I'm a Crow."
"Ok, luv. I'll keep your presences a secret. But if they start asking questions, I won't be able to do anything."
Willow gasped. "Spike, don't tell me you still have the chip."
The vampire's face turned cold. "Fucking piece of metal is still stuck in my brain. I can't hurt anything except demons." When he saw her horrified expression, he continued. "I know the watcher promised to you to look into a way to remove it, but with your death, he forgot all about it. I've been reduced into another way to get informations, other than Willy." He grimaced.
"Willow."
The redhead looked behind her and saw Eric holding out his hand. She looked back at the blond vampire. "Thanks for keeping my secret. And tell you what, if I don't go back in my grave once my job his done, I'll look into a way to remove the *sodding* chip." She gave him a smile, then grabbed Eric's hand and let him lead her through the cemetary.
"Good luck, Red! And have fun!" he yelled. Spike waved at them, then let his arm fall at his side. "There's still hope," he whispered.
Eric stepped into the light, making his presence known to the frat boy. He looked up and frowned. "Who are you?" he sneered. "What do you want?"
The living dead smiled. "That is an interesting question. What do I want? Only for you to suffer as much as her of course."
"What's up with your face man? And I don't know any *her*."
"Oh, I'm sure you do... and if you don't, you'll remember soon enough."
Willow walked slowly in the shadows, her heels clicking on the boardwalk. She saw the boy's eyes narrowing, trying to see her in the dark. She held her head down and shook it. When she looked up again, her face was painted in black and white.
The mask of the crow.
The redhead made sure to be visible to the boy, but still let her face in the shadows, letting her identity be unknown. "You've been a naughty boy, Mark. I've had a year to think about your face, your eyes, your identity. I've seen you before in my psychology class." She smiled as suspicion started to cloud his eyes. "My voice is the key, Mark. Do you know who I am?" she asked sweetly.
Mark shook his head. "I don't know who you are bitch! Now leave me alone!" he yelled.
"Wrong answer!" Willow replied. She stepped into the light, chin held up. Her hair was like a wave of blood surrounding her face and her green eyes promised death. "Sure you're not the one who killed me last year. But you still held me down as you violated my body over and over again. You laughed as the knife was plunged in me. You said nothing when answers were requested."
Fear filled the boy's mind. A girl he had seen died not four meters in front of him a year before was standing right in front of him, threatening him. "What do you want?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"You keep repeating yourself, Mark." Willow sighed. "Why, I want your death of course." The boy froze, looking at the slight redhead fearfully. But he made no move. "Bored now!" she said, taking her vampire self's favorite line.
Before the frat boy could do anything, she had picked up the athame and thrown it at him. It caught him in the stomach and he fell to his knees. Willow walked to him, savouring the sight of his pain etched on his face.
When she was beside him, he tried to grab her leg, but Eric caught his hand in mid air and held it firmly. The redhead pulled the athame out. "Hurts, doesn't it? The feeling of a knife being pulled out of your gut... Tell me Mark, how do you feel when you are dying? Just wanted to see if you feel the same as I felt." She smiled when he fell backward and expired his last breath. "Goodnight!"
Eric put his arms around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder. "How do you feel?" he asked her.
"Better. Thanks!" Willow looked at the mess in font of her and frowned. "Why don't we go back to the cript? I no longer hold an interest on this alley." She laughed coldly and pulled him behind her as he chuckled.
* * *
"How do you do that?"
"Magic," Willow whispered. She passed her hand in front of his face and his makeup dissapeared too. She touched his face and her fingers slided along his cheek. "You're handsome, you know that?"
Eric smiled. "You're beautiful too, Willow." He took her hand as they walked in the cemetary, heading to the cript. "And you know what? I like you even better when you're wearing those clothes." She laughed.
"Red?!"
Willow froze. [That voice! Oh, shit!] She slowly turned around to face someone she had hoped not to meet. "Spike," she said.
His eyes were wide open. He took a couple of steps toward her. When he was near enough, he touched her hand. "It is you!" he exclaimed. "You're real!" He squeezed her hand. "How... what happened? I mean, you're dead. I saw your body. I was the one who found you on the campus."
Willow sighed. "I am dead, Spike. I was brought back to make things right." She turned toward Eric and smiled at him. A black bird flew over their heads and landed on the dead man's shoulder like it had done so many times before.
The vampire's eyes narrowed. "You're a Crow. Both of you. Fuck pet! What have they done to you that was so horrible you were able to step in the world of the living to get payback?"
Eric stepped in and put a hand on Spike's shoulder. "Believe me, you don't want to know."
"Spike, you can't tell them I'm back," she pleaded. "They can't know, at least not now. I can't take revenge at the same time of dealing with my friends. You better than anyone else know they won't let me kill the men who did this to me once they know I'm a Crow."
"Ok, luv. I'll keep your presences a secret. But if they start asking questions, I won't be able to do anything."
Willow gasped. "Spike, don't tell me you still have the chip."
The vampire's face turned cold. "Fucking piece of metal is still stuck in my brain. I can't hurt anything except demons." When he saw her horrified expression, he continued. "I know the watcher promised to you to look into a way to remove it, but with your death, he forgot all about it. I've been reduced into another way to get informations, other than Willy." He grimaced.
"Willow."
The redhead looked behind her and saw Eric holding out his hand. She looked back at the blond vampire. "Thanks for keeping my secret. And tell you what, if I don't go back in my grave once my job his done, I'll look into a way to remove the *sodding* chip." She gave him a smile, then grabbed Eric's hand and let him lead her through the cemetary.
"Good luck, Red! And have fun!" he yelled. Spike waved at them, then let his arm fall at his side. "There's still hope," he whispered.