See chapter one for disclaimer
"Come to tea with me little witch?" Drusilla asked, flowing to a halt about five feet away from Willow. "Miss Edith told me you were here, but I didn't believe her until I heard you screaming. You made the air taste like peaches." He insane vampire gave a happy little chuckle. "So sweet." Willow took a deep breath and let out a growl.
"What it is with people and saying I make things taste like fruit!" She snarled. "I want nothing to do with you Drusilla. Now get lost before I kick your ass." She watched with surprise as the vampire blanched, and frowned. A cameraman scuttled closer and Willow shot him a glare.
"You've been playing with my Spike." The vampire shot accusingly. "I think I'll have you for my tea." Her left hand floated upwards to a position level with Willows face and began to dart about with languid grace. Willow shook her head and laughed, Drusilla's sad little tricks would have no effect on her now. Not after all she'd done.
"Play your tricks on someone else Dru. I'm better than that." She snarled, then launched her self, fist first, at the insane vampire. Dru hissed at her and dodged the fist by darting to the left. The vampire grabbed Willows hair and pulled Willow towards her. Willow responded by slamming her fist in to the vampires face. Drusilla snarled and slammed Willow into the wall, the doll hitting Willows head in the process. Drusilla began to beat the back of Willows head into the wall, before she was ripped off of her by Mark, and tossed down the hallway. The vampire smiled coyly at the large man and skipped off down the hallway. Before Willow could recover from that bashing she was swept up into her Cousins arms, and carried down the long hallway. Eventually they emerged into a brightly-lit area that was full of people. Mark set her down and then swept her up again this time into a rib-crushing hug. Willow squirmed free and took a moment to check for injuries. They amounted to not much more than a headache and a bruise on her cheek where the doll had connected. She looked her cousin up and down and smiled softly.
"So much for relaxing." She remarked wryly. "So who wants to explain to me why that psychopath felt a need to lock me in a small dark closet?" She wiped the remaining tears off of her face and looked around. She could see many people all staring at her curiously and she sneered slightly, bringing a smile to several faces.
"Listen.." came a silky smooth voice from behind Willow, bringing a snarl to Marks face. "Birch, sweetheart I am so sorry." Willows jaw dropped open and she spun around, her anger resurfacing.
"What did you just call me?" She snarled, her fists clenching. She felt her cousin's hands fall on her shoulders, and she shrugged them off.
"Pine, Baby, I'm Eric Bishoff… The GM here." Eric said, struggling to save face. Willow smiled sweetly at him, then slapped him. As he staggered back she followed, pushing him back with every step.
"The name is Red." She announced. "But you better start off right and refer to me as Your Majesty, because that's how much better than you I am. Now if I were you I'd get out of my face before I kick your ass." She smiled down at Bishoff in a way she remembered the 'other Willow' doing to anything she hated.
"If I were you. Red.." Bishoff sneered, "I'd watch who I were talking to. You're only here on my sufferance. So shut your mouth. I am in charge here." He tried to tower over her and Willow sighed.
"Bored now." She tilted her head to the side. "So shut up before I kick your ass." Eric turned purple and she giggled.
"You little bitch." Bishoff snarled. "Get out! Security, remove this person!" He grinned as two security goons headed over to Willow. She frowned and then shrugged.
"I wasn't aware that you ran this company." She said sadly. And another voice echoes her sentiment if not her words.
"This is still my company Bishoff, and if I were you I'd think twice before kicking Red out." Came a dry voice from the arena door, as the entire group turned, to see Vince McMan snarling at Eric. Willow grinned at him and waved. He nodded at her and then swept forwards. "See Red and I go back, way back. And I don't like your attitude towards her. So if I were you I'd shut your mouth before I fired you." Vince stopped inches from Bishoffs face. "Am I understood?" He growled. Bishoff nodded, and then began walking away. As Bishoff scurried off, Willow Shook Vince's hand.
"How the program working?" She asked, joy evident in her face.
"needs a upgrade." Vince said with a smile. "Why don't we discuss that later. Right now I intend to deal with Hunter. Why don't you and your cousin go and start with that relaxing I heard you mention. I imagine that the two of you have a lot to discuss." Vince smiled at her one last time and then stalked towards the parking lot.
Mark looked down at his suddenly not so little cousin. Not only had he just witnessed little Willow holding her own in a fight, but she had Vince McMahon sticking up for her. He shook his head and grabbed her by the hand. New changes or not, she was still his little cousin and they had some catching up to do. He dragged her to his dressing room and slammed the door behind them.
"What program? And
what's with this Red business, and who the hell was the crazy chick with the doll?" Taker growled.