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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: RichardCarolFR153138,7541035100,7073 Jan 0328 Jan 03Yes

Angst, Schmangst

Chapter 29

Willow swung between heart wrenching despair and white hot anger.

How could Richard do this to her? Was she really doomed to have no

one? It was beginning to look that way.

Her beloved aunt had attempted to cheer her up. Nothing she said

could make a dint in Willow’s sadness. Finally she left Willow

to her misery. She gave her the space needed to cry out all the

tears she had held back.

Now she had no tears left to shed. All that was left was puffy eyes

and a reddened nose. She looked awful. She was glad in a bitter

way. She looked how she felt. Absolutely terrible.

Willow looked up from the floor she had been sitting on. Spike was

gently rapping on the door jamb to her bedroom. He was devoid of

his perpetual smirk. His eyes were full of concern for her. Who

would have thought that they would become such good friends where he

cared how she felt?

Spike knelt down beside the saddened redhead. He held out his arms

and she leapt up into the comforting embrace. She inhaled deeply

the scent of leather and tobacco. That always reminded her of

Spike. Her wonderfully perverted friend.

Spike pulled slightly away from the hug to look into her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Pet. He is a fool if he didn’t find you


Willow was dumbfounded for a moment then it hit her. He thought

that Richard had turned down her seduction. She shook her

head. “No, he found me sexy. I spent the night.”

It was Spike’s turn to be confused. “Why the tears, Luv?”

Willow cast her eyes down to stare at the carpet. “I’m just

a pawn in someone’s game.”

Spike lifted up her chin. “What do you mean?”

Willow felt her bottom lip tremble. “Richard was just using me

to annoy Jean-Claude and Anita. Stupid triumvirate mind games. Why

did he do that to me?” The last part came out as a wail.

She felt the sobs come back with a vengeance. She sadly realized

that she wasn’t completely dried up of the tears. Spike gathered

her back into his arms. He gently rocked her as she wept for what

might have been.

Finally her sobs quieted until they were nothing but sniffles.

Spike again lifted her chin. He wiped away the tears. His voice

was gruff. “I’d offer to break his legs for you but I have a

feeling that you wouldn’t let me. So, I’m going to do

something to cheer you up.”

Willow gazed into his eyes. What did he mean? She asked.

Spike stood up taking her with him. He got her to stand on her own

two feet. He graced her with a tiny smirk. “I’m taking you

out for some ice cream. I’ve heard that chocolate makes

everything better. Let’s go find out.”

Willow gave a trembling smile. He shooed her out of her bedroom and

into the bathroom. She washed away all the evidence to her misery.

The best revenge was living well. She would get over that almighty

Ulfric just to spite him.


Willow contemplated the unfairness of life in general. The next day

dawned clear and bright. Not a cloud in the blue sunny sky.

Nothing to reflect her dark mood. Where was a thunderstorm when you

needed it?

Willow gathered up her will and steeled herself for her Monday

morning classes at the University. Had to go to class. Had to

attempt to listen to her teachers drone on. Had to take long

copious amounts of notes when she didn’t feel up to the task.

She went about her appointed tasks like an unthinking automaton.

Maybe if she had been more aware of her surroundings she could have

avoided him. But her bad luck was holding. She ran straight into

the last werewolf that she wanted to run into. Richard blocked her

path to her next class.

She angrily looked up at his apologetic face. Couldn’t he leave

well enough alone? Did he really have to twist the knife just a

little deeper? The emotional wounds that had been inflicted from

the previous day hadn’t had enough time to scab over. Willow

wondered if any amount of time would dull the ache she found in her


She placed her hands upon her hips. There went her plan to avoid

him. How could she avoid him if he sought her out? It was against

the rules or something. And why did he have to look like a kicked

puppy? She couldn’t really enjoy her righteous anger if he

actually seemed sorry for the pain.

Richard took a step forward and went to place a hand on her

shoulder. She stepped quickly away effectively preventing him from

touching her. He sighed at her reaction.

“Willow, what is wrong? Was it the argument I had with Anita in

front of you?”

Willow snorted. Men, absolutely clueless. “You could say that.

Were you just using me to aggravate your precious triumvirate? Did

I mean so little to you? Because Mister that is what it feels like

to me.” She shushed him from interrupting her. She had a full

head of steam built up and she was ready to vent.

“I can’t do this Richard. I want you really want you. But I

won’t accept the pain. I’ve had enough pain to last a

lifetime. I don’t want to be a pawn. If you truly care for me,

then you will leave me be.”

Richard seemed to withdraw into himself. He shook his head

sadly. “Willow, I’m not using you. I didn’t know Anita

was going to come for the visit.”

Willow glared at him. “You conveniently forgot to keep your

shields up so Anita could be an unwitting partner to our bedroom


Richard again shook his head. “You don’t know what you do to

me. That night and the morning after were wonderful. You made me

feel again. You are so exciting. You overwhelmed the shields that

I use to keep out Jean-Claude and Anita. I didn’t do it on


Willow felt flattered and then caught herself. She wasn’t going

to let him sidetrack her now. “Well, that may be the case.”

She shook her head and then stared at the grass underneath her

feet. “I can’t be a part of your harem either. I care for

you and I’m dreading that I might be in love with you. I

don’t want to be one among the many. I want someone that wants

only me. If you can’t give me that then we are through.”

She quickly walked around him. She was late for that class and she

needed to find a nice quiet place to cry. Life was so cruel.

Richard stood absolutely still. He was pondering all that she

said. Then he caught upon the fact that she may love him. His

heart gave a leap. He knew what he had to do. He would make things

right again or at least give the attempt. It was worth it. She was

worth it.
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