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
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
"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,
"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.