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Summary: Willow transfers to Washington University at St. Louis to get away from things that go bump in the night. Too bad for her that things go bump in the night in St. Louis too. Willow/Richard

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Anita Blake > Willow-Centered > Pairing: RichardCarolFR153138,7541035100,4293 Jan 0328 Jan 03Yes

Smirking Interlude

Chapter 11


Willow let a deep sigh of contentment. Warm water gently caressed

her skin. She was making mountains out of soap bubbles. She was

just letting her mind drift along on cruise control. Thinking was

no longer required of her for the moment. She had taken her last

final that day. Freedom from academic pressures until the next

semester rolled around.


She would have happily stayed in the bath but she knew that she

would have to get out soon. She wasn't worried about being all

prune-y. No, she was expecting an important call from her most

favorite British vampire. She couldn't say favorite British

person because that brought her beloved mentor Giles into the

equation. And along those same thoughts, Angel was in the running

for her favorite vampire. But Spike could have the British vampire

category all to himself. She shook her head of her many thoughts.

She was just putting off getting out of the tub.


She drained the tub and rinsed off any remaining soap bubbles. She

slowly padded off the excess moisture from her body. She put on a

comfortable terry cloth robe that usually hung on the back of her

bathroom door. Then, she slowly brushed out her hair. She had been

letting it grow out. It had been a long time since she wore her

hair long, back when she was innocent of the taint of evil-doing.


By the time she had reached her bedroom, she could hear the phone

ringing. She quickly jumped on her bed and picked up the

phone. "Spike, is that you?" she asked excitedly.


"The one and only, Red," Spike smirked. True, she

couldn't see the smirk but she had been around him long enough to

know that he was probably smirking. He probably smirks in his

sleep. Not that she would know.


"Well?" she impatiently questioned. "Are you coming to

St. Louis? Don't keep me in suspense. The Surgeon General says

that sort of thing is bad for your health."


He chuckled, "Since when do I listen to what the Surgeon General

has to say about anything?" He heard her give a huff of

annoyance. He decided not to let her dangle for too long. She

might explode or something. "Yes, I'm coming to St. Louis by

the New Year at the latest. Angelus wants to make sure that you are

being looked after proper-like. He would come himself but the

Master of the City won't allow that. So, I'm your lucky

guardian vampire."


Willow rolled her eyes at his remark. "I don't quite see you

as the Clarence-type, Spike. How did you swing getting permission

to come into St. Louis? I don't know much about the politics of

vampires."


"No, pet. You're probably an expert in furry politics. I

can see it now. You giving them advice on how they were going wrong

about it all this time." He gave another chuckle at the image of

Bossy Willow. "I've taken care of everything Willow. No

need to worry your pretty little head about it."


"Come on, Spike!" she implored. "Spill! What do you

have to do for this Master? You know, you don't have to come if

you're doing something that you don't want to do."


"Pet, you sure are nosy. I just have to swear blood allegiance

to Jean-Claude and work for him. Not a big thing. Nothing I'm

not used to doing." He said.


"You know, I'm a sucker for the damsel in distress routine.

Especially when it's me that's distressing the damsel,"

he leered. She could hear the leer in his voice just like his

smirking. If they gave out awards for leering and smirking then

Spike would really clean up.


Willow's thoughts were interrupted by Spike's question.


"So, when are you leaving for your trip to the middle of nowhere,

Tennessee?"


"It's Myerton, Tennessee" Willow retorted. "And I

leave tomorrow bright and early. I think that it's a six to

seven hour drive. So, I'll probably get there sometime in the

afternoon. I really hope this Marianne can help me."


"I hope so too, Red. You need to get to bed then if you're

going to be leaving so early in the morning. I'll see you when

you get back into town. Just remember to not do anything that I

wouldn't do," admonished Spike.


"Well, that leave's all my options open. I'll talk to

you later, Spike. I can't wait to see you." She hung up the

call before they could get into a battle of insults. She needed to

finish packing and then head off to bed to grab a couple of hours

before the long drive ahead of her.
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