Chapter 20
Willow rolled in her sleep over and grasped for the other side of the bed. When her hand reached and found nothing, she pouted a little and started to come out of the silky glove of sleep. She looked to her side and saw the indentation of the body that had lain beside her, but void of it. She looked about and noticed the clock; 3:30. Groggily she sat up and stretched. She touched over her neck and felt perfect skin.
Hadn't he bit her?
Then again, the whole episode seemed kinda foggy in her mind right at the moment. It was as if it never had happened, only a very vivid dream.
Standing up with the sheet wrapped around her, she checked it once more in the glass of a picture frame and shrugged at the results. Slowly she moved about the room, realizing she probably should be getting back to her own room. But as suddenly as the thought struck her, she stopped in her tracks by another one.
Something wasn't right there. Angel wouldn't have up and abandoned her in the middle of the night, especially not after se-- And then it clicked.
Wearily Willow looked around the room once again, trying to sense any disturbance she could. She was such an idiot.
"Oh yeah Willow. Great. Why is Buffy and Angel's love so ultimately unobtainable? Maybe because the two can't sleep together." She whispered to herself. "Gee, and ya thought it'd be different for you? Moron."
She stepped to the door and pulled it open just a bit. When there was no sound coming from the room, she moved to go through the door. Instantly, her eyes were drawn to the elevator to see if it was downstairs. What she saw utterly shocked her.
There where the elevator should be was the pale, bluish, bloodied body of Mark Loid.
Willow wanted to scream. She opened her mouth and readied her body with the oxygen that would be needed to do it. But still, the vocal cords wouldn't let her express the sound. She turned away and stepped a few feet towards the main room and gasped.
"Why the dead bodies? Why do I always have to find the dead bodies?" It was express in a small whisper but it was enough.
"Well, " Willow jumped and turned in the direction of the voice when it started, " it's just that you make this cute little oh face when you find someone." He stepped toward her. "And your eyes... they're like a puppy's." The next step he took prompted her to take her own back. "What's the matter Wills? I thought you wanted the guy gone." He casually turned his head in the direction of the body. "Well, he's not bothering you anymore."
"You're sick." She didn't know why it came out but it had. Like it wasn't obvious already.
"No," he took another step, "I'm a vampire." He chuckled and moved around in a swarming move, directing her towards the bedroom again. When her hands touched the open doorway, she stumbled into the open threshold.
"I don't know how I could be so stupid. Although, if anything happens to me, Buffy's going to—"
"To what? Whimper at me? Come on Red, she's been gone for months. She never calls, never writes." She tried to check her back as she moved away. Angelus just continued to stalk toward her at an even pace. "Besides. I'll be gone before she even gets the phone call about your dismembered body turning up in Lovett Park. So what's say you and me have some fun."
"Discadae." Within seconds of the words leaving her lips, Angelus was thrown back onto his ass. Quickly he jumped up.
"Well that wasn't nice."
"Thicken." His feet stuck to the floor and he looked down then back at her.
"I shoulda let that witch hunter barrow your powers for a little while." Looking around for something to help her out if the spell should fail, she spotted something on the ground. She moved cautiously over and picked it up; a crystal fathom.
"I didn't take your soul. He did." Angelus tried to overpower his restraints. Willow looked up and noticed the lighting of them flicker.
"True or not, these things aren't going to hold me forever." He yanked once again and she noticed his foot moved a measurement off the floor before sticking again. Pocketing the crystal, she moved to a book shelf and grabbed two books before running towards the stairs. As she headed up them, she could hear his bellowing from downstairs. "Go ahead and run! I could use the practice as I hunt you and your friends down like dogs."
She felt a chill um her spine and touched her chest as she grabbed Angel's trench upstairs. Wrapping it around, she noticed the gem colors twirling. She was mesmerized but when she heard a crash from down stairs, she hurried to make her way out the door.
Wes would know what to do.
Willow rolled in her sleep over and grasped for the other side of the bed. When her hand reached and found nothing, she pouted a little and started to come out of the silky glove of sleep. She looked to her side and saw the indentation of the body that had lain beside her, but void of it. She looked about and noticed the clock; 3:30. Groggily she sat up and stretched. She touched over her neck and felt perfect skin.
Hadn't he bit her?
Then again, the whole episode seemed kinda foggy in her mind right at the moment. It was as if it never had happened, only a very vivid dream.
Standing up with the sheet wrapped around her, she checked it once more in the glass of a picture frame and shrugged at the results. Slowly she moved about the room, realizing she probably should be getting back to her own room. But as suddenly as the thought struck her, she stopped in her tracks by another one.
Something wasn't right there. Angel wouldn't have up and abandoned her in the middle of the night, especially not after se-- And then it clicked.
Wearily Willow looked around the room once again, trying to sense any disturbance she could. She was such an idiot.
"Oh yeah Willow. Great. Why is Buffy and Angel's love so ultimately unobtainable? Maybe because the two can't sleep together." She whispered to herself. "Gee, and ya thought it'd be different for you? Moron."
She stepped to the door and pulled it open just a bit. When there was no sound coming from the room, she moved to go through the door. Instantly, her eyes were drawn to the elevator to see if it was downstairs. What she saw utterly shocked her.
There where the elevator should be was the pale, bluish, bloodied body of Mark Loid.
Willow wanted to scream. She opened her mouth and readied her body with the oxygen that would be needed to do it. But still, the vocal cords wouldn't let her express the sound. She turned away and stepped a few feet towards the main room and gasped.
"Why the dead bodies? Why do I always have to find the dead bodies?" It was express in a small whisper but it was enough.
"Well, " Willow jumped and turned in the direction of the voice when it started, " it's just that you make this cute little oh face when you find someone." He stepped toward her. "And your eyes... they're like a puppy's." The next step he took prompted her to take her own back. "What's the matter Wills? I thought you wanted the guy gone." He casually turned his head in the direction of the body. "Well, he's not bothering you anymore."
"You're sick." She didn't know why it came out but it had. Like it wasn't obvious already.
"No," he took another step, "I'm a vampire." He chuckled and moved around in a swarming move, directing her towards the bedroom again. When her hands touched the open doorway, she stumbled into the open threshold.
"I don't know how I could be so stupid. Although, if anything happens to me, Buffy's going to—"
"To what? Whimper at me? Come on Red, she's been gone for months. She never calls, never writes." She tried to check her back as she moved away. Angelus just continued to stalk toward her at an even pace. "Besides. I'll be gone before she even gets the phone call about your dismembered body turning up in Lovett Park. So what's say you and me have some fun."
"Discadae." Within seconds of the words leaving her lips, Angelus was thrown back onto his ass. Quickly he jumped up.
"Well that wasn't nice."
"Thicken." His feet stuck to the floor and he looked down then back at her.
"I shoulda let that witch hunter barrow your powers for a little while." Looking around for something to help her out if the spell should fail, she spotted something on the ground. She moved cautiously over and picked it up; a crystal fathom.
"I didn't take your soul. He did." Angelus tried to overpower his restraints. Willow looked up and noticed the lighting of them flicker.
"True or not, these things aren't going to hold me forever." He yanked once again and she noticed his foot moved a measurement off the floor before sticking again. Pocketing the crystal, she moved to a book shelf and grabbed two books before running towards the stairs. As she headed up them, she could hear his bellowing from downstairs. "Go ahead and run! I could use the practice as I hunt you and your friends down like dogs."
She felt a chill um her spine and touched her chest as she grabbed Angel's trench upstairs. Wrapping it around, she noticed the gem colors twirling. She was mesmerized but when she heard a crash from down stairs, she hurried to make her way out the door.
Wes would know what to do.