Chapter 10: Oh Sheet!
"This is too much." Willow fumed, her fingers still fumbled while pulling her clothes back on.
"I don't get it, Red, you said his name but who is this tosser? " Spike asked, confounded by her odd behavior.
Ripper continued to stare at the man. He guessed that he was oddly familiar, the nose for instance. He squinted in the darkness . .that knowing smirk. Ripper chuckled as he finally recognized the man. "Bloody hell! It is Ethan! What have you been up to, mate?"
"Nothing as interesting as you." Ethan drawled, eyeing Willow. She gave him a forbidding scowl. "I must say, it's nice to see you again, dear girl."
"Go to hell." Willow said with false sweetness as she finally managed to put her clothing to rights. She slipped out from behind Ripper and Spike and walked determinedly down the alley.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ripper called.
"Away from all of you!" She huffed, not even turning around to speak to them. Like errant school boys they filed in behind her, following her to the destination of her choosing. She stopped and swung around. "What are you doing?"
"Following you, pet." Spike said amicably.
"Just wanted to make sure you were safe." Ripper added.
"Truthfully, I was hoping you might take off some more of your clothes." Ethan said with what she supposed was rakish charm. It didn't work.
"Listen up! If you're British and blond, get the hell away from me!
"Uh, Red?"
"Bleached blond counts, Spike."
"Ducks? I'm not a blond." Ethan insisted.
She looked at his hair, he was right. "Okay, if you're a lech then."
"I beg your pardon!"
"Yes, you should! Actually, all three of you fall into that category!"
They all looked at the ground sheepishly, not following her further. "Thank you! And goodnight!"
Willow stomped her way to the end of the alley. As she started to round the corner, a green-eyed young man jumped out from behind a dumpster. "I've been looking for you!" He announced in what he hoped was a booming confident voice.
"Really? You may have to take a number." Willow eyed the young man. He stood with his hands on his hips, legs spread wide. He felt it was a very imperious stance. He failed to recognize the that it was also a poorly balanced one. Willow corrected that misconception. She planted one hand in the middle of his chest and pushed, sending him onto his haunches. She grinned as he looked up at her, stunned. She reached inside where her glamour was still in effect and flashed him her vampiric features over her shoulder as she strolled out of the alley. "Bored now."
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Giles gasped as he finally woke up. Good Lord! Ripper and Spike and Willow. Then Ethan showed up. . .Christ! And he'd actually seen Willow's . . . "Oh dear!" He said with feeling. Can I even look at the girl again without blushing?
"Giles? Are you here? I really need to talk to you." Willow cried as she shut his apartment door behind her.
He could hear her footsteps echoing on the steps that led to his bedroom."Uh, y- yes, Willow. I-I'll be right th–"
"Giles!" She wailed as she entered his bedroom and sat down next to him on the bed. She was so disturbed by her own behavior that she failed to recognize his state of undress and obvious agitation. "It was horrible! Well, not all of it, but. . .never mind. Ethan Rayne is here and he was. . .looking at me. It was eww! And scary at the same time."
Giles clutched the sheet to his obviously naked body. This was almost more than he could bear. "I can see you're upset, Willow. If you would give me a moment, I could–"
"He's making me act this way, I'm not normally like this. We've got to send him back!" She said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
