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A/N: Written for a challenge on my friend's fanon!Kennedy Yahoo group. The requirements were jewelry, dresses, and blood. Michelle is a lovely beta. I thank her. I implore you (in other words beg you) to review.
What's Good:
The blood of the dead security guards was still fresh and wet on the young woman's hands as she destroyed the alarm system with a powerful punch that left her knuckles bleeding, her blood joined the blood of her dead.
The little boutique was beautiful, filled with fancy dresses and shimmering jewelry. Kennedy loved it. The kind of place Willow wouldn't be caught dead inside of. Too fancy. Too snazzy. Who needed clothes when they could magic them, along with anything else they desired, up in an instant? Why stop at clothes? The unconditional love and obedience of anyone you desired was good, too.
The brunette put a bloody finger into her mouth, slurping the warm, red blood from it. So this was what vampires fought and died for. Not too impressive. But it was still a better cause than the need for a late night fuck. Willow had turned her into a slave. Needy, desperate, and willing for any experiment the witch decided she wanted to try. Threesomes, bondage, the kind of S&M that was closer to torture than rapture.
She wiped her bloody hands clean on her jeans before she pulled them away. Her shirt followed. She spotted a silky looking rack of lingerie, and exchanged her bra and panties for a skimpier set before donning a near translucent slip, tearing away price and security tags from many similar pieces as she went. A pile of expensive lingerie formed by her feet.
She practically ran to the many racks of dresses. No sizes higher than six. She was a five. That didn't matter. A pale pink one was the first she tried. The brunette tore it away in disgust. She would not wear that. Next was a black, sexy number that was as short as the slip she was wearing. Perfect. Off with the tags.
She tried other dresses. White and feathery, blue and low cut, black and lacy, grey and austere. She put them all in a pile, price tags removed. So many dresses. She piled on the counter, ready to remove the security tags, and a dress caught her eye. Red, classic, elegant, perfect. She put it on, inviting herself behind the counter to de-tag it and dozens of others.
She gathered the most expensive, high, glittery, classy, and ornate, heeled-shoes she could find in her size, off with those tags, too. A pair of gem-studded heels joined her outfit.
Kennedy's fist broke through the glass that protected the jewelry. Long, dangling, and fancy. That's what it took to join the stash. A pair of diamond earrings and the necklace and bracelet that matched made the cut for the current outfit. Done.
She took a look in the mirror, twirling on the polished floor. The brunette gathered all the clothes she had chosen, checking for security tags and shoved the collection of dresses, shoes, and gems into several boutique bags.
Kennedy walked out the door. Now she was just as classy as the bitch Willow was going to leave her for. She hoped to hell the witch knew what was good for her and reconsidered. 'Cause if she didn't...
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