The Danse Macabre
Willow stared at her reflection. She was amazed at what was being
reflected back. She was attired from head to toe in soft, supple
The top was reminiscent of a halter design. It had no sleeves and
bared a sizeable portion of her back and midriff. She didn't
mind showing that skin but what caused her worry was what it
didn't cover in the front. The front of the top was fastened
together with a series of buckles. It managed to show a good inch
of cleavage between the gaps. A short mini-skirt with the buckle
theme completed the look.
Willow couldn't believe how sexy she looked but she still wanted
to curse Spike into oblivion for convincing her to buy this outfit.
He had been very persuasive. He knew exactly what buttons to push
to get her to go along with his nefarious plans. He preyed on her
desire to be beautiful and to be as sexy as Buffy, Cordelia, or even
Faith. And she fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.
Now, she was stuck. She was going to have to wear this out in
public tonight. Spike was going to be there any minute to whisk her
away for a night of fun at the Danse Macabre. What was it with
vampires and their funny way of naming stuff? She shook her head.
She was getting off topic. She needed to come up with a really good
hex to get even with Spike.
She sighed. Spike said it would be okay. She would fit right in
with the crowd at the dance club. What kind of place was he taking
her if this was considered normal club attire? She felt like she
was going to some kinky version of the prom. She hoped hell hounds
weren't invited to this gathering.
She sat on her bed and got out the boots that would finish this
outfit. They were made out of the same material as the top and
skirt. The clunky heels were made for dancing. She needed all the
stability she could get. These boots were going to add a good six
inches to her height. She pulled them on. They came up to right
under her knees.
She heard voices downstairs. She had finished just in time. Spike
had arrived and was busily flirting with her aunt. She couldn't
wait to go downstairs and give him a piece of her mind. He was so
going to get it.
Her righteous anger was deflated at the sight of Spike at the foot
of the stairs. He was looking at her with open admiration. It
didn't hurt matters that he looked like he belonged chained up on
someone's bed. He was wearing tight leather pants and a tight
sheer black nylon shirt. His look was completed with a dog collar
that had little spikes on it. Willow couldn't help but ogle. He
"Spike, I have a bone to pick with you." Willow began her
Spike wiggled his eyebrows at her in response. "Wearing that
pet. You can pick any bone you like." He openly leered at her.
Willow blushed. "I can't believe you talked me into this
outfit. I look like a dominatrix." She waved goodbye at her
Spike chuckled as he took her arm to lead her out to his car.
"And me forgetting my leash. Guess you will have to punish me
later for being a bad pet."
Willow rolled her eyes in response. There was no use trying to get
through to his bleach-soaked mind. It was a one-track mind that
leads to thoughts of sex and bloodshed. Preferably the two
together if he could manage. He was such the pervert. What had she
gotten herself into?
`Wow' was all that Willow could manage to say as they set
foot into the Danse Macabre. It was definitely a dance club.
Lights were strobing. Music was loudly pulsing. But she had never
been to a dance club with this particular theme. Mannequins dressed
up in leather bondage hung from the ceiling in huge bird cages.
This place was a step down from an S&M club. Willow had to reassess
her opinions of the vampires of this city. Not only did they have
weird senses of humor but they were extremely kinky. Spike was
going to fit right in.
Spike gleefully dragged her out onto the dance floor. He spun
around and she couldn't help but giggle at his childish
enthusiasm. He really knew how to take her mind off of things like
being embarrassed by what she was wearing. She shook her head of
any lingering doubts on her appeal to others. She was the new and
improved Willow and she was going to have a good time.
She had finally managed to drag Spike off the dance floor after
numerous songs. She had a thirst to quench and a need to just take
a little rest. She was wondering if Spike was distantly related to
the Energizer bunny with his dancing endurance.
They managed to find a free table away from the dance floor. Spike,
ever the gentleman, ran off to fetch Willow a drink. She was beyond
parched. She knew he would probably come back with something
alcoholic. He was so the bad influence on her. He had being a bad
boy down to an exact science.
Willow was bobbing her head in time with the music while looking
around the club. The place was packed and the crowd was mostly of
the supernatural variety. She bet that there were only a handful of
humans in the entire place. Jean-Claude likes to throw interesting
Her people-watching activities were halted by the arrival of Spike.
He was carrying a fruity concoction and he wasn't alone. He was
being accompanied by a very sexy vampire. She hadn't had the
pleasure of meeting this lovely specimen. He was pale white. He
managed to be paler than her and that was quite the feat. He had
long blood red hair and the most amazing glowing green eyes. Willow
looked away quickly. She didn't want to get enthralled. She
wasn't sure if being a werewolf would give her any special
Spike sat down and gestured for his friend to join them. "Willow
I would like you to meet Damian. He's one of my new poker
buddies. Though I had to teach him the game and he's a slow
Damian scoffed at Spike, "I would probably have picked up on the
game sooner if you weren't such a cheat, William."
Spike chuckled, "It is only cheating if you get caught."
Damian showed Willow old school charm as he gently took her hand and
placed a kiss upon her knuckles. "It is a pleasure to finally
meet the infamous Red. How such a delicate creature could be
friends with such a foul-mouth braggart is beyond my ken."
Willow giggled. He was so intense. And yummy you can't forget
that he was yummy. "It is a pleasure to meet you too. I wonder
all the time why I'm friends with Spike. He kind of grows on you
like a fungus."
Spike gave a mock glare at Willow, "Hey now! None of that. You
shouldn't treat your date like that."
Damian and Willow both laughed at Spike's glare. They chatted
for a while and Willow drank several of the fruity concoctions. She
was feeling extremely buzzed by the alcohol and by the company.
Spike managed to coax Willow back onto the dance floor. They were
joined by Damian. Willow was in naughty sensory-overload heaven.
She was dancing between the two extremely handsome vampires in a
Willow sandwich. The alcohol must have loosened her inhibitions
because naughty touching was happening. Willow couldn't care
less. She felt powerfully erotic. These two really knew how to
boost a girl's ego.
The dance ended with an interruption by Shang-Da. He had an
extremely disapproving frown on his face. Willow blushed. She had
been acting like a wanton jezebel on the dance floor. She nodded at
Spike and Damian. She then followed Shang-Da off the dance floor.
Willow couldn't help but ask, "So, What's the what?"
Shang-Da turned to her. "The Ulfric wants to see you."
His tone of voice chilled her blood. He didn't look happy. She
didn't think the Ulfric was going to be happy. What had she done
Shang-Da led her to the back of the club into one of the offices.
Jamil was standing guard at the door. He gave her a curt nod in
greeting. Willow looked at the serious faces of the two
bodyguards. Their expressions didn't reveal much. She
wouldn't want to play poker with them. They could probably bluff
her way to the poorhouse.
Willow took in a deep breath and walked through the door. Jamil
shut off her only escape by closing the door. She was alone with
Richard and he didn't look at all happy. She could sense that
his beast was close to the surface. What had rattled his cage?
"Willow so glad of you to take some time out to see your
Ulfric." Richard replied sarcastically.
Willow couldn't help but give him a puzzled frown. "I came
as soon as Shang-Da told me. What's up?"
Richard perched on the front of the desk. "Willow you're new
to the community and you probably don't know the dangers that are
out there. Dangers that threaten even a werewolf."
Willow continued to frown. "I lived on a hell mouth. I've
been around the supernatural before. What are you getting at?"
Richard frowned. "Vampires are dangerous Willow. They are
leeches on humanity. You need to stay far away from them. You are
much too innocent for the types of games that they like to play."
Willow gave a growl. He was treating her like a child again. She
stepped closer to him. She was only inches away from his reclining
perch. "I'm not a child. The vampire you saw me dancing
with was Spike. I've known him for ages. He's my friend and
he has saved my life on several occasions."
Richard smiled a little at her aggressive tone. "I can see by
what you're wearing that you are far from being a child. It is a
very provocative outfit."
Willow blushed again. He was openly admiring her attributes. She
stifled the urge to cross her arms over her chest. She wasn't
going to act like a blushing bride to Richard. That would just be
proving his point that she couldn't handle playing with the big
Willow gave a steely look at Richard. "I can handle any games.
I'm so the evil mastermind. You would be amazed."
Richard gave a sly grin. "Really?"
He quickly stood up. He towered over her. She could feel his
power. His beast was very close to the surface. She could see it
lurking behind his eyes. She had only an inkling of what he was
attempting to do as he swooped down for a toe-curling kiss.
Willow lost all connection to her surroundings as Richard's
tongue delved into her mouth. She could feel a deep need begin to
simmer somewhere south of the border. She was definitely getting
some naughty ideas as he continued his oral onslaught. His hands
were skimming her body with practiced ease. He had her wound up so
tight that she was sure her body was giving off a humming sound.
The kiss was abruptly ended with an argument heard outside the
office door. Jamil and Shang-Da only managed to delay the
interlopers long enough for Richard and Willow to get out of that
compromising position. Willow's face went crimson at who walked
through the door.
Jean-Claude, Anita, and Jason strolled into the office. Jean-Claude
looked faintly amused by Willow and Richard's rumpled appearance.
Jason was openly smirking at the sight. Willow had a great desire
to knock that smirk off his face. It was the look on Anita's
face that stopped Willow cold in her tracks. Anita was seething.
Willow could see the jealousy plainly written on the other
Willow decided that a strategic retreat was in order. She mumbled
a goodbye and hightailed out of that office. Richard could yell at
her some other time. She had a vampire to go find and maybe a nice
dark corner to hide in.