I'm writing this AN like I do everyone I've ever written. Before I've written a word of the chapter that follows. From where I see this story heading in this chapter this should be the last real chapter of this story. That may change by the time I get to the end, but I doubt it. There will be an epilogue though.
Don't kill me for the wish. Thats all I'm asking. Well that and please review.
I'm going to attempt to write this chapter like I did the first ones. No ones particular point of view but telling the thoughts of those present, I sort of abandoned that style when Anya showed, which kinda stunk because I really liked it, and it gave a better rounded view of Willows emotions and the demon personality of her.
Note for this chapter and it's Buffy continuity. I'm making Something Blue happen a little later in the season four universe so Willow and Tara did have a *little* something going on before she got demonized. Nothing to serious, because she was still all hung up on Oz when he sent for his stuff.
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"Think I'll get it today?" Willow asked casually as she sat on the living room couch with Anya who was still in her pajama's and watching the news.
"The wish or an..."
"Don't finish that sentence." Willow interupted, knowing what was most likely to come out of her friends mouth. Something dirty.
"I think you may just get both. But I'd go for the second before the wish. You know how he is about monsters." Anya advised.
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Thats why I said it." Anya replied, flipping to another news station, "I don't talk for my own health."
Anya was a baffling being. It was as simple as that. She was so human, yet at the same time the complete antithesis of what is expected of a humen. Which is understandable, cause you know, demon, around for over a millenia. And for being around for that long, and being directly responsible for some of the worst things to happen to mankind (specifically the man half of it) she was so naive, but at the same time not.
Therefore she was baffling. Willow just stuck with that lable because if she tried to properly catergorise Anyanka her brain would explode, and she still handn't figured out the full extent of her healing powers now that she wasn't human.
"Why are you flipping through the news channels like that?" Willow finally asked after the news station had changed 7 times in the last 3 minutes.
The look Anya gave her was far to innocent.
"No." When her look turned from innocent to sheepish, Willw knew she had been right, "Anya! What did I say the rules were?"
"No granting spells that change the world as they know it." Anya recited dutifully, "And no summon-" Anya was cut off by a knock at the door, which she looked supremly greatful for.
"We'll discuss this when I get back." Willow promised, giving her "cousin" a threatening glare as she walked over to the door. Covering her features with the sweet smile and bubbly exterior Richard had come to expect, Willow swung open the door and said, "Hi!" In a cheerful voice.
Richard was standing in the hallway wearing a raincoat and looking very handsome. Willow was not in the habit of denying the obvious. Richard was one good looking man. Anita Blake was mentally deficent to choose someone over him just because of a little thing like werewolf slime.
"Hello." He didn't come in, but he did stick his head in the doorway to say a quick hi to Anya, who just nodded in response and continued to search the news channels for whatever she had done.
"You ready?" He asked, looking her over quickly. She nodded in response and grabbed her jacket, purse, and umbrella off the coat rack where she had them waiting.
"You were all prepared." Richard observed, as they walked down the hall to the elevator.
"And you didn't believe I was a scout." Willow made a clucking noise while shaking her head in false remorse. "So whats the plan Stan?"
Richard glanced at her sidelong as they rode down to the first floor in the elevator before answering, "Theres a Blockbuster a few blocks away. Have you eaten lunch yet?"
"I woke up about an hour ago and ate breakfast. Does that count?"
"Are you still hungry?"
"Not really."
"Then I guess it counts." Richard nodded astutely as a clear plan formed in his mind, "We can have a late lunch."
"Like a linner? Or a Dunch?"
"Just like that." He agreed chuckling at her words. The elevator dinged to a stop and a few seconds later the doors opened. They walked across the lobby and just before they went outside Willow opened up her umbrella.
"Thats bad luck."
Willow glanced out through the glass doors to the rain pouring outside before replying, "I'm willing to risk it."
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"So what movies do you like?" He asked after about ten minutes of them perusing the aisles of the movie rental store with little luck.
"I like most of them. Except those slasher ones that are just an excuse to see boobs and blood." Willow replied after a moments contemplation, making a middle aged man a few feet down the aisle from them blush when he overheard and hurriedly put a movie back on the shelf, before retreating away from them.
"You did that on purpose." Richard accused stifling a laugh so as not to embarass the man further.
"Yes I did." Willow replied without guile, picking up the discarded box and reading the back, she held it up for his inspection, and he shrugged. "I happen to like the boobs and the blood."
*Let him chew on that for awhile.* She thought with a hidden grin she returned the movie to it's shelf and wandered away from him to look for movies in a different aisle.
After a few minutes of individual searches Richard joined Willow again. He was apparently choosing to forget her hint from earlier. To bad, she kind of wanted to see him blush again. It was cute.
"Do you like musicals?"
"Like... Rocky Horror Picture Show?"
"Not the one I had in mind but I suppose that'll work."
"They're okay. Haven't seen to many of them outside of Disney movies. Why do you see one you want to get?"
"Not really. Just filing away information. Find anything good?" He motioned to the movies in her hands. She had two. She held them up, Dirty Dancing and the Goonies. "I love the eightys." She sang, a hint of embarassment inner voice. He leaned in and asked conspiratorially, "Do you remember the eightys?"
She let herself blush a little bit, but answered seriously, "I suffered a severe head trauma at the age of 17."
"Oh. I'm sorry." He looked genuinely sorry for bringing up her previous injury.
"I'm kidding." She told him when he paused his apologys for a second.
Now he just looked annoyed, "You do that a lot. So you weren't the victim of a serious head injury at the age of 17?"
"No. I was." Willow assured him, "It just didn't result in any lasting memory loss."
"So. If you don't mind me asking? What happened?"
"Oh. I got a book case knocked over on me. Word of advice, and don't just dismiss this as BS, ancient tomes, not best used as pillows." She smiled at her own little joke and then continued, "Got knocked unconscius for a few hours. They weren't sure I was gonna wake up."
"I've just heard little scraps of stories from your life, and I gotta say. It sounds very...eventful."
"You could put it that way. What did you find?" She changed the subject pointing to the movie in his hand. He handed it to her and she smiled, "I've never seen this." Linking her arm through his, she asked, "We ready to go?"
"I'd say so."
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"So you've never seen Casablanca?" Richard had been commenting on this apparent anomoly in humanhood since they left the video store.
"You've never seen The Goonies." Willow shot back plopping herself down on Richards couch as he put the first movie in the VCR. He'd wanted to watch Casablance first, to save her from being one of the only three people on this planet who apparently hadn't seen it. Twice. But she'd used her feminine wiles (she pouted) until he consented to watching The Goonies.
"I have an excuse. You sir, have none. I am but a mere child of this modern age that does not appreciate the past like it should." He let out a scoff, an actual scoff at her excuse, giving him a playful glare she continued, "You however, at least according to my calculations should of been the target age for the viewing audience when this masterpeice of modern cinema, aka The Goonies was released. I'm not the one in the wrong here. You are."
And with that she crossed her arms over her chest and watched as the Fratelli's began the movies, overplaying her ignoring of Richard who sat to her left.
"It's a movie about kids who look for a pirate ship."
"To save thier homes. Wait until you see the truffle shuffle and then tell me i'm the one who's commited a grievous sin."
By the end of the movie Willow had forgiven Richard and was scooted over right next to him. He had refused to admit it was classic worthy, but that it was still worth watching. Richard put Casablanca in but neither of them were really focusing on it.
Willow was attempting to draw him into conversation, about Anita and his breakup of course, but without seeming obvious. It was hard to do.
It went along the lines of this,
"Oh, look. Ingred Bergman cheated on her husband with Bogart. What a coinkydink."
"Willow."
"I mentioned I had been cheated on once right? Well I was so mad at him. I-"
"Willow."
"found myself wishing he had a constant case of fleas. Or that something bad happened to him."
"Willow, just watch the movie."
"Do you wish anything happened to your girlfriend who cheated on you?"
"No. Watch the movie Willow."
"Come on. I won't tell her. It'll make you feel better-"
Richard cut off her babble with a kiss.
A very good kiss. But she wouldn't be deterred. No siree, because when he pulled back to see if she had dropped the subject she finished her previously interupted sentence, "I promise."
When she opened her mouth again to continue, he just kissed her again. Slower.
This time she was deterred, because when he pulled back again, and then made move to back off when she didn't start talking again, she caught a hand behind his head and pulled him back down to her.
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"I don't usually do this." Richard admitted a while later. The movie was over, and Willow still had yet to see Casablanca in it's entirety.
She wasn't complaining though. Neither was Richard. He was trying to rationalize it however.
They were both laying on his couch, which because it wasn't so big, and he wasn't so small resulted in Willow laying mostly ontop of him. They were covered in the small thin blanket that usually lay across the back of the couch, and nothing else.
"Me neither." Willow answered truthfuully.
"I believe in being in a commited relationship before having sex."
"It's an admirable belief." Willow responded vaguely, staring at the lock of his hair she was twirling between her fingers as he spoke.
"But we didn't wait."
"Nope." She agreed, and his hand stilled momentarily in her hair but quickly resumed it's path from her forehead to the ends of her hair.
"So."
"So... Do you regret it?" She found herself asking, and then was shocked to find she really didn't want to hear him say yes.
"Kind of." He responded after a long pause. And Willow stiffened slightly next to him. He turned to look at her and smile reassuringly at he. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and elaborated. "I kind of wish we had waited until we knew something more than eachothers classroom numbers, and eachothers idea of a classic movie. Especially since you said you liked the ones with boobs." He squeezed her to his side to remind her of her earlier words, "But I'm not sorry it happened. Because I really-"
A knock on the door interuppted him. Rolling his eyes he brought a finger to his lips motioning for her to stay quiet. Both of them stayed silent for a few seconds, but the person on the other side of the door apparently didn't get the hint, because they knocked again.
Groaning he got up from the couch and reached for his jeans laying on the floor. As he pulled them on he called, "Hold on a second!" He gave her another kiss, before walking over to the door in his kitchen, barefoot and bare chested.
Swinging open the door to look at the intruder, looked over towards the couch, Willow was still laying down. Thank god. He didn't want to deal with Anita seeing her right now. Barely opening the door he looked out at his ex girlfriend, shocked to hell that she was actually standing there.
"Can I come in?" She asked after a minute.
"No." He answered, making her get a hurt look on her face, "What do you want?"
"I want to come in." She answered, shoving into the door and surprising him enough that the door popped open and out of his hand. "It's raining outside you know." Walking into the kitchen she shrugged off her raincoat, and without looking around she turned to look at him.
"Then go to your own house." He replied, "Cause in the real world, not like the one you choose to exist in where your say is final above all thers, ex girlfriends don't pop around to the houses of thier ex's just for a casual visit."
"Well like you said. I don't exist in the real world." Scowling at him she asked, "What the hell is your problem Richard. I come over here to work on our problems and you behave like an ass."
"We've worked out our problems Anita. Remember, we broke up after you screwed your vampire boyfriend."
"Thier were circumstances!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah, you have commitment issues. I accept that, and am now over it. Please leave." Richard shot back. Anita clenched her fist like she wanted to punch him, but then relaxed it walking over to where he still stood holding the door open.
"You know me Richard. I don't beg for anything. And I'm already kicking myself for showing up here. But the thing is, I miss you."
There was a sound of someone clearing thier throat, and Anita spun aroun, her hand going to her gun out of habit, and her gaze landing on Willow.
At least Willows head and bare arms and shoulders, which were propped up on the back of the couch, as she watched them with interest. Her lips were turned up in a very slight smile as she looked Anita over.
"You gonna use that?" Willow asked, nodding her head at the gun Anita had unholstered and now held limply by her side.
"Thinking about it." Anita replied.
"Anita!" Richard shoute, outraged. Both women ignored him.
"On you or me?" Willow wanted to know.
"Haven't decided." Anita answered back vaguely, reaching the hand holding the gun up to press between her eyebrows. "I'm going to go." Her eyes rested on Willow for a beat, before quickly passing over Richard. "I'm sorry."
And with no more ado she left the house, brushing past Richard, but not touching him once, she didn't even bother to get the raincoat she had lain over one of the kitchen table chairs.
Richard closed the door behind her, and then rested his head on the door. He smacked his head on the door a few times, before turning around, to find Willow standing behind him, weaing the throw blanket like a towel. She was smiling to.
"So that was her huh?" When he didn't respond she walked over and wapped her arms around his waist smiling up at him.
"I recognize her. Anita Blake, the executioner. Why am I not surprised?" Well mostly because she already knew all this. Had infact known since before she met Richard Zeeman, but she wasn't going to tell him that.
"She's shorter than I would of guessed." Moving one of her hands up to cup the base of his skull, she asked, "Care to make that wish now? It'll make you feel better. I promise." She held up three fingers, causing him to smile.
"Yeah. I wish," Leaning down to look her straight in the eye, "that you would stop bringing up Anita in every conversation." He pulled back slightly to look at her response, and he was surprised to see her give a sad smile, before standing on her tip toes to press a kiss against his lips.
When they pulled apart, Richard jumped backwards when he saw her face, it was like the anatomy posters they hung in the nurses office, showing all the muscles beneath your skin.
"Done."
And then she was gone.
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Oh my god. I finished it. This is the first multi chaptered story I have ever finished. The epilogue will probably be up tomorrow, I have to get some sleep.
I told you, anticlimatic wish. Please review and give your comments on what you think.
Thank you so much to everyone who's read dedicatedly, and especially the ones who reviewed.
Thank you for reading.
Don't kill me for the wish. Thats all I'm asking. Well that and please review.
I'm going to attempt to write this chapter like I did the first ones. No ones particular point of view but telling the thoughts of those present, I sort of abandoned that style when Anya showed, which kinda stunk because I really liked it, and it gave a better rounded view of Willows emotions and the demon personality of her.
Note for this chapter and it's Buffy continuity. I'm making Something Blue happen a little later in the season four universe so Willow and Tara did have a *little* something going on before she got demonized. Nothing to serious, because she was still all hung up on Oz when he sent for his stuff.
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"Think I'll get it today?" Willow asked casually as she sat on the living room couch with Anya who was still in her pajama's and watching the news.
"The wish or an..."
"Don't finish that sentence." Willow interupted, knowing what was most likely to come out of her friends mouth. Something dirty.
"I think you may just get both. But I'd go for the second before the wish. You know how he is about monsters." Anya advised.
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Thats why I said it." Anya replied, flipping to another news station, "I don't talk for my own health."
Anya was a baffling being. It was as simple as that. She was so human, yet at the same time the complete antithesis of what is expected of a humen. Which is understandable, cause you know, demon, around for over a millenia. And for being around for that long, and being directly responsible for some of the worst things to happen to mankind (specifically the man half of it) she was so naive, but at the same time not.
Therefore she was baffling. Willow just stuck with that lable because if she tried to properly catergorise Anyanka her brain would explode, and she still handn't figured out the full extent of her healing powers now that she wasn't human.
"Why are you flipping through the news channels like that?" Willow finally asked after the news station had changed 7 times in the last 3 minutes.
The look Anya gave her was far to innocent.
"No." When her look turned from innocent to sheepish, Willw knew she had been right, "Anya! What did I say the rules were?"
"No granting spells that change the world as they know it." Anya recited dutifully, "And no summon-" Anya was cut off by a knock at the door, which she looked supremly greatful for.
"We'll discuss this when I get back." Willow promised, giving her "cousin" a threatening glare as she walked over to the door. Covering her features with the sweet smile and bubbly exterior Richard had come to expect, Willow swung open the door and said, "Hi!" In a cheerful voice.
Richard was standing in the hallway wearing a raincoat and looking very handsome. Willow was not in the habit of denying the obvious. Richard was one good looking man. Anita Blake was mentally deficent to choose someone over him just because of a little thing like werewolf slime.
"Hello." He didn't come in, but he did stick his head in the doorway to say a quick hi to Anya, who just nodded in response and continued to search the news channels for whatever she had done.
"You ready?" He asked, looking her over quickly. She nodded in response and grabbed her jacket, purse, and umbrella off the coat rack where she had them waiting.
"You were all prepared." Richard observed, as they walked down the hall to the elevator.
"And you didn't believe I was a scout." Willow made a clucking noise while shaking her head in false remorse. "So whats the plan Stan?"
Richard glanced at her sidelong as they rode down to the first floor in the elevator before answering, "Theres a Blockbuster a few blocks away. Have you eaten lunch yet?"
"I woke up about an hour ago and ate breakfast. Does that count?"
"Are you still hungry?"
"Not really."
"Then I guess it counts." Richard nodded astutely as a clear plan formed in his mind, "We can have a late lunch."
"Like a linner? Or a Dunch?"
"Just like that." He agreed chuckling at her words. The elevator dinged to a stop and a few seconds later the doors opened. They walked across the lobby and just before they went outside Willow opened up her umbrella.
"Thats bad luck."
Willow glanced out through the glass doors to the rain pouring outside before replying, "I'm willing to risk it."
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"So what movies do you like?" He asked after about ten minutes of them perusing the aisles of the movie rental store with little luck.
"I like most of them. Except those slasher ones that are just an excuse to see boobs and blood." Willow replied after a moments contemplation, making a middle aged man a few feet down the aisle from them blush when he overheard and hurriedly put a movie back on the shelf, before retreating away from them.
"You did that on purpose." Richard accused stifling a laugh so as not to embarass the man further.
"Yes I did." Willow replied without guile, picking up the discarded box and reading the back, she held it up for his inspection, and he shrugged. "I happen to like the boobs and the blood."
*Let him chew on that for awhile.* She thought with a hidden grin she returned the movie to it's shelf and wandered away from him to look for movies in a different aisle.
After a few minutes of individual searches Richard joined Willow again. He was apparently choosing to forget her hint from earlier. To bad, she kind of wanted to see him blush again. It was cute.
"Do you like musicals?"
"Like... Rocky Horror Picture Show?"
"Not the one I had in mind but I suppose that'll work."
"They're okay. Haven't seen to many of them outside of Disney movies. Why do you see one you want to get?"
"Not really. Just filing away information. Find anything good?" He motioned to the movies in her hands. She had two. She held them up, Dirty Dancing and the Goonies. "I love the eightys." She sang, a hint of embarassment inner voice. He leaned in and asked conspiratorially, "Do you remember the eightys?"
She let herself blush a little bit, but answered seriously, "I suffered a severe head trauma at the age of 17."
"Oh. I'm sorry." He looked genuinely sorry for bringing up her previous injury.
"I'm kidding." She told him when he paused his apologys for a second.
Now he just looked annoyed, "You do that a lot. So you weren't the victim of a serious head injury at the age of 17?"
"No. I was." Willow assured him, "It just didn't result in any lasting memory loss."
"So. If you don't mind me asking? What happened?"
"Oh. I got a book case knocked over on me. Word of advice, and don't just dismiss this as BS, ancient tomes, not best used as pillows." She smiled at her own little joke and then continued, "Got knocked unconscius for a few hours. They weren't sure I was gonna wake up."
"I've just heard little scraps of stories from your life, and I gotta say. It sounds very...eventful."
"You could put it that way. What did you find?" She changed the subject pointing to the movie in his hand. He handed it to her and she smiled, "I've never seen this." Linking her arm through his, she asked, "We ready to go?"
"I'd say so."
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"So you've never seen Casablanca?" Richard had been commenting on this apparent anomoly in humanhood since they left the video store.
"You've never seen The Goonies." Willow shot back plopping herself down on Richards couch as he put the first movie in the VCR. He'd wanted to watch Casablance first, to save her from being one of the only three people on this planet who apparently hadn't seen it. Twice. But she'd used her feminine wiles (she pouted) until he consented to watching The Goonies.
"I have an excuse. You sir, have none. I am but a mere child of this modern age that does not appreciate the past like it should." He let out a scoff, an actual scoff at her excuse, giving him a playful glare she continued, "You however, at least according to my calculations should of been the target age for the viewing audience when this masterpeice of modern cinema, aka The Goonies was released. I'm not the one in the wrong here. You are."
And with that she crossed her arms over her chest and watched as the Fratelli's began the movies, overplaying her ignoring of Richard who sat to her left.
"It's a movie about kids who look for a pirate ship."
"To save thier homes. Wait until you see the truffle shuffle and then tell me i'm the one who's commited a grievous sin."
By the end of the movie Willow had forgiven Richard and was scooted over right next to him. He had refused to admit it was classic worthy, but that it was still worth watching. Richard put Casablanca in but neither of them were really focusing on it.
Willow was attempting to draw him into conversation, about Anita and his breakup of course, but without seeming obvious. It was hard to do.
It went along the lines of this,
"Oh, look. Ingred Bergman cheated on her husband with Bogart. What a coinkydink."
"Willow."
"I mentioned I had been cheated on once right? Well I was so mad at him. I-"
"Willow."
"found myself wishing he had a constant case of fleas. Or that something bad happened to him."
"Willow, just watch the movie."
"Do you wish anything happened to your girlfriend who cheated on you?"
"No. Watch the movie Willow."
"Come on. I won't tell her. It'll make you feel better-"
Richard cut off her babble with a kiss.
A very good kiss. But she wouldn't be deterred. No siree, because when he pulled back to see if she had dropped the subject she finished her previously interupted sentence, "I promise."
When she opened her mouth again to continue, he just kissed her again. Slower.
This time she was deterred, because when he pulled back again, and then made move to back off when she didn't start talking again, she caught a hand behind his head and pulled him back down to her.
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"I don't usually do this." Richard admitted a while later. The movie was over, and Willow still had yet to see Casablanca in it's entirety.
She wasn't complaining though. Neither was Richard. He was trying to rationalize it however.
They were both laying on his couch, which because it wasn't so big, and he wasn't so small resulted in Willow laying mostly ontop of him. They were covered in the small thin blanket that usually lay across the back of the couch, and nothing else.
"Me neither." Willow answered truthfuully.
"I believe in being in a commited relationship before having sex."
"It's an admirable belief." Willow responded vaguely, staring at the lock of his hair she was twirling between her fingers as he spoke.
"But we didn't wait."
"Nope." She agreed, and his hand stilled momentarily in her hair but quickly resumed it's path from her forehead to the ends of her hair.
"So."
"So... Do you regret it?" She found herself asking, and then was shocked to find she really didn't want to hear him say yes.
"Kind of." He responded after a long pause. And Willow stiffened slightly next to him. He turned to look at her and smile reassuringly at he. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and elaborated. "I kind of wish we had waited until we knew something more than eachothers classroom numbers, and eachothers idea of a classic movie. Especially since you said you liked the ones with boobs." He squeezed her to his side to remind her of her earlier words, "But I'm not sorry it happened. Because I really-"
A knock on the door interuppted him. Rolling his eyes he brought a finger to his lips motioning for her to stay quiet. Both of them stayed silent for a few seconds, but the person on the other side of the door apparently didn't get the hint, because they knocked again.
Groaning he got up from the couch and reached for his jeans laying on the floor. As he pulled them on he called, "Hold on a second!" He gave her another kiss, before walking over to the door in his kitchen, barefoot and bare chested.
Swinging open the door to look at the intruder, looked over towards the couch, Willow was still laying down. Thank god. He didn't want to deal with Anita seeing her right now. Barely opening the door he looked out at his ex girlfriend, shocked to hell that she was actually standing there.
"Can I come in?" She asked after a minute.
"No." He answered, making her get a hurt look on her face, "What do you want?"
"I want to come in." She answered, shoving into the door and surprising him enough that the door popped open and out of his hand. "It's raining outside you know." Walking into the kitchen she shrugged off her raincoat, and without looking around she turned to look at him.
"Then go to your own house." He replied, "Cause in the real world, not like the one you choose to exist in where your say is final above all thers, ex girlfriends don't pop around to the houses of thier ex's just for a casual visit."
"Well like you said. I don't exist in the real world." Scowling at him she asked, "What the hell is your problem Richard. I come over here to work on our problems and you behave like an ass."
"We've worked out our problems Anita. Remember, we broke up after you screwed your vampire boyfriend."
"Thier were circumstances!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah, you have commitment issues. I accept that, and am now over it. Please leave." Richard shot back. Anita clenched her fist like she wanted to punch him, but then relaxed it walking over to where he still stood holding the door open.
"You know me Richard. I don't beg for anything. And I'm already kicking myself for showing up here. But the thing is, I miss you."
There was a sound of someone clearing thier throat, and Anita spun aroun, her hand going to her gun out of habit, and her gaze landing on Willow.
At least Willows head and bare arms and shoulders, which were propped up on the back of the couch, as she watched them with interest. Her lips were turned up in a very slight smile as she looked Anita over.
"You gonna use that?" Willow asked, nodding her head at the gun Anita had unholstered and now held limply by her side.
"Thinking about it." Anita replied.
"Anita!" Richard shoute, outraged. Both women ignored him.
"On you or me?" Willow wanted to know.
"Haven't decided." Anita answered back vaguely, reaching the hand holding the gun up to press between her eyebrows. "I'm going to go." Her eyes rested on Willow for a beat, before quickly passing over Richard. "I'm sorry."
And with no more ado she left the house, brushing past Richard, but not touching him once, she didn't even bother to get the raincoat she had lain over one of the kitchen table chairs.
Richard closed the door behind her, and then rested his head on the door. He smacked his head on the door a few times, before turning around, to find Willow standing behind him, weaing the throw blanket like a towel. She was smiling to.
"So that was her huh?" When he didn't respond she walked over and wapped her arms around his waist smiling up at him.
"I recognize her. Anita Blake, the executioner. Why am I not surprised?" Well mostly because she already knew all this. Had infact known since before she met Richard Zeeman, but she wasn't going to tell him that.
"She's shorter than I would of guessed." Moving one of her hands up to cup the base of his skull, she asked, "Care to make that wish now? It'll make you feel better. I promise." She held up three fingers, causing him to smile.
"Yeah. I wish," Leaning down to look her straight in the eye, "that you would stop bringing up Anita in every conversation." He pulled back slightly to look at her response, and he was surprised to see her give a sad smile, before standing on her tip toes to press a kiss against his lips.
When they pulled apart, Richard jumped backwards when he saw her face, it was like the anatomy posters they hung in the nurses office, showing all the muscles beneath your skin.
"Done."
And then she was gone.
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Oh my god. I finished it. This is the first multi chaptered story I have ever finished. The epilogue will probably be up tomorrow, I have to get some sleep.
I told you, anticlimatic wish. Please review and give your comments on what you think.
Thank you so much to everyone who's read dedicatedly, and especially the ones who reviewed.
Thank you for reading.