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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: RichardCarolFR153138,7541035100,4363 Jan 0328 Jan 03Yes

They're laughing at you not with you.

Chapter 16

Willow pondered everyone's expressions. Jamil and Shang-Da wore

matching expressions of amusement. Jamil looked like he was holding

back laughter. She assumed it was at her expense. It usually is.

She could handle the amusement. It was the look on Richard's

face that had her worried. Richard looked very irritable. She

wondered if it was good for her health to have her Ulfric irritated

at her. He had the air of one about to give a lecture. She should

know, Giles always had that look. All Richard needed were a pair of

glasses to clean and maybe some tweed.

Richard finally spoke. "Willow do you realize what you just got

yourself into?"

Willow distinctly felt like she was going to be treated like a

child. She could hardly take that from her pseudo-father-figure

Giles. She didn't think she would be able to hold her tongue

with a guy that wasn't that much older than her. Even he was the


Willow crossed her arms and took an aggressive stance. "Yeah, I

get to beat down Tall and Skanky until she cries `Uncle!'

Sounds like fun to me."

Willow may be regretting her decision to let her beast do her

talking for her but darn it! She wasn't going to let them know

it. She had to do this for the honor of the pack. Sylvie would

have done it. She was going to make Sylvie proud even if it meant

being hospitalized. She hoped that wouldn't happen.

Richard gave a sigh. "Willow, Lucy is an alpha. She has been

Lukoi for longer than you. She could easily kill you. I can go and

straighten things out between you and Lucy. We'll get this

challenge cancelled."

Willow almost let out a growl. He was going to make her look bad in

front of an entire pack that didn't even know her. She was going

to look weak. Her beast stirred restlessly at that thought.

Willow arched her eyebrow at Richard. "If I don't go through

with this challenge then I will be effectively saying that she is

dominant to me. Correct? I'll be saying that she is superior to

me. Correct?"

Richard gave a nod in reply. "Willow, I don't want to see

you get hurt or killed over something this trivial."

Willow growled, "It is not trivial. I'm not going to submit

to her type. I've been turning the other cheek to her type in

high school and even up until college. I'm not taking it

anymore! I'm doing this. Even, if it kills me."

Jamil finally decided to give his opinion to the matter. "Aw,

let her do it. She'll get her ass handed to her but she'll

make her point."

Willow glared at Jamil. "Thanks for the vote of confidence,

Tweedle Dee," she said dryly.

Jamil gave her a big ole grin. "Anytime, Fireball."

Shang-Da walked up to Willow and put an arm around her. "I can

give you some pointers. So, you can at least make a good showing

against Lucy. You don't want to ruin the good name of our


Willow rolled her eyes at Shang-Da. He was being helpful at least.

They didn't think she had it in her. She would show them. She

had been fighting the supernatural since she was fifteen. She could

so take down that tramp.

Shang-Da interrupted her thoughts before they could take a nice

bloodthirsty turn regarding Lucy. "You are going to need to go

to bed early. We'll start your training first thing in the

morning before you go to Marianne's. You are going to need all

the training you can get. Our clans are getting together in just a

few days."

Great, she thought, at least I have a deadline to my doom. You

don't usually get so much notice in Sunnydale. Monsters there

just don't give you that much advance warning. How very uncouth

of them.

Richard still had a stubborn gleam to his eye. "Jamil, Shang-Da,

I want to speak with Willow alone."

Oh Boy! It's lecture time. She thought sarcastically. She

couldn't wait. She watched as Jamil and Shang-Da left the cabin.

Jamil shot her another of his guaranteed to infuriate grins. He had

to be doing that on purpose. She was beginning to think that he

liked to piss her off. Maybe she should sneak into his cabin and

hide all his beads so he can't change to match his outfits. This

idea had some merit.

Richard closed the door behind the others. He slowly turned around

and gave a sigh. "Willow, there is no need for you to sink to

Lucy's level. The chance of one of you getting killed is

possible. You don't want to go down that road Willow. You can

still stay innocent. There is no need for you to be a monster."

Willow was perplexed. What did he mean? She was already a

monster. She turned furry once a month whether she liked it or

not. Heck, she was a monster even before she met Michael.

"Richard, I'm not innocent. I haven't been innocent in a

long time. It is really hard to stay that way when you literal live

above the mouth of hell."

Richard gave her a sympathetic look. She didn't need sympathy.

She needed support. She felt her irritation begin to rise.

"I'm doing this with or without your permission. Lucy

didn't just slur me. She slurred Sylvie, Gwen, and the rest of

the clan. Sylvie would beat her down if she was here."

Richard smiled. "Yes, Sylvie would do that but you aren't


She finally had it. She was doing this and Mr. Good Intentions

wasn't going to stop her. She gave him her Resolve Face.

"Nope, I'm not Sylvie. I'm Willow. I maybe crazy to do

this but I'm going to do it anyway."

Richard finally caved under her stare. "I'm surrounded by

crazy people especially crazy females."

He then walked up to her and stared down into her green eyes. She

felt her breath catch. He had the loveliest brown eyes. They were

so warm and inviting like pools of hot chocolate. He leaned down

and brushed the hair away from her face. He gently gave her a

chaste kiss upon her forehead.

"Just be careful. There is no need for anyone to die."

She felt tingly from where his lips had touched her skin. She could

feel the blush beginning to rise from her toes. She was going to

melt into a very large Willow-puddle right there at his feet if she

didn't leave right then. She couldn't speak so she just

nodded her affirmative. She didn't think she was going to get

much sleep that night. She was going to be plagued with thoughts of

yummy Ulfric all night long. It isn't easy being Willow.
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