Shaving Impairments and British pains in the ***
Willow sat cross legged on the twin bed in Sylvie's guest room.
She was watching through the window as the sun went down outside.
She was another day closer to the full moon, another day closer to
the change. She would have been lying, if she said that she had no
fear of what was to come. She knew on an intellectual basis of what
would happen. There would be excruciating pain as the skin ripped
away and the very bones reshaped themselves into a lupine form.
There would be a loss of control as the beast broke free from its
cage for the very first time. Chances were excellent that Willow
would have no memory of her first night as the shaving-impaired.
Reading the cold hard facts was one thing. Experiencing the cold
hard facts on a firsthand basis was a different matter entirely.
Not only did she have to deal with the physical changes to come; now
she had to get to know an entire group of strangers. Willow
didn't do well around large groups of people. Sylvie had told
her that the pack was large as in hundreds of wolves. Willow was
wondering if it would be possible for her to be a wallflower
werewolf. She could only hope.
Sylvie had assured Willow that the pack wasn't expecting her to
have all the history and etiquette down on the first night. Willow,
ever the overachiever, wanted to have more than the basic amount of
information regarding the Lukoi. True, her brain felt overly
stuffed with Nordic terms, Nordic mythology, and Greek mythology
regarding werewolves, pack hierarchy, and dominant/submissive
issues. All of these facts were just the tip of the proverbial
iceberg. She figured that if she tilted her head to one side that
some of the facts just might leak out. Maybe she should have paced
herself. Nah, she was `The Net Girl.' She could cope.
Willow lost track of time as she pondered her furry fate. Her mind
was racing around like a hamster on its exercise wheel. She was
startled out of her thoughts by a knocking at her bedroom door.
Sylvie's head peeked around the door. "There is a call for
you. Some rude British guy named Spike."
Willow gave a small smile. "I was expecting his call. I left a
message for him to call me the minute he woke up. I appreciate you
letting me call California to do that."
Sylvie shrugged her shoulders. "No big thing. You need all the
support you can get. He is going to be supportive, isn't he?"
Willow un-crossed her legs and stood up from the bed. She stretched
her body to rid herself of the cramping feeling from sitting in one
place for too long. She gave her own shrug. "I don't see
why not. He's a vampire. Not exactly human either."
Sylvie muttered a small "oh" of surprise. She then turned
around and headed back downstairs.
Willow followed Sylvie to the ground floor and headed to the kitchen
to speak to Spike on the phone. She missed hearing his sexy
accent. She missed his foul moods. She missed the way that he
could constantly find new ways to irritate her. She just plain
missed that bleach blonde wonder.
He had been with her in her hour of need. When she had felt
abandoned to suffer a cruel fate at the claws of a demon with a skin
fetish, Spike had rode in and saved the day. He had stayed with her
at her parents' house as she got her things together to leave
Sunnydale for the last time. He had driven her to the airport in
Los Angeles. He had been there when she closed one chapter in her
life and opened another.
Willow didn't close the book on her relationship with Spike. She
convinced him that it wasn't healthy for him to stay in
Sunnydale. He needed to get away from that place too. So, Spike
decided on a fresh start in Los Angeles with his sire, Angel. He
had been staying with Angel ever since. He helped out on cases.
Angel's business was booming. There was quite the novelty to the
idea of a vampire detective. Willow giggled at the thought of Angel
as Sherlock Holmes and Spike as Dr. Watson. She must be sleep-
deprived. She felt giddy.
She picked up the phone. Immediately she was assaulted with a
smooth sexy British accent.
"Well, you silly bint! What has your knickers in such a
twist?" Spike exclaimed into the phone.
She could almost hear the smirk. She knew that below his harsh
exterior beat the undead heart of a gentleman. True, he could be
coarse and obnoxious at times but he still had a depth of caring in
his soul. She felt better just basking in the warmth of his vulgar
nature. The world kept on changing but Spike would always be a pain
in the ass.
"And a hello to you too, Spike." Willow returned his greeting
with a smile. She knew he couldn't see it but he would be able
to hear it in her voice.
"Some things of the bad have happened to me. I just needed to
talk to you about them. I just need you to tell me that I'm
going to be okay." She timidly replied.
"What is it, Luv?" his tone of voice betraying the worry he
felt. "You didn't get yourself knocked up did you? Need me
to kill the boy for you? If you won't let me kill him, I could
always be up for a spot of torture. Nothing is too good for my
Willow shook her head no. "No Spike, nothing like that. I was
walking back to my car late one night from the library."
Spike interrupted her with a sigh. "Willow, what did I tell you
about going off by yourself late at night? The hell mouth isn't
the only danger out in the world."
Willow nodded again. "I know, I know Spike but I had to study
for my midterms."
Willow could hear a chuckle from the other end of the phone. Spike
muttered something about her never changing. She pouted for a
moment and then realized that she was putting off the inevitable.
She just needed to jump right in and tell him her news.
"Spike, I was attacked by a fellow classmate. He changed on me.
H-He is a werewolf. I'm sure he didn't mean to do it but he
scratched me, Spike. I'm probably going to be furry tomorrow
night. It's the full moon then. You know my luck. All of it
Willow waited for a reaction. No sound came from the phone. For a
minute there, she thought the call had been cut off. Then she heard
a whoosh of air.
"Are you sure, Willow? Is there a chance that you won't
catch it?" Spike sounded scared for her. She appreciated his
caring for her welfare.
"I'm sure. He was in wolf form when he scratched me. That
is when lycanthropy is most contagious." She replied.
"The offer is still good for the killing and I'll throw in
the torture for free." He finally said after another brief pause.
"No need for killing, torture or even general mayhem, Spike. He
is being punished for his lack of control. I'm sure he feels
guilty enough without the need for torture or death. I do
appreciate the offer though." Willow gave a bright smile at her
last comment. Spike was a real friend in the way that `friends
help you move while real friends help you move bodies.'
"I miss you, Spike." She murmured.
"Ah, pet!" Spike protested. "Don't get mushy on me,
now. You know I miss you too. Do you need me to come to St.
Willow thought about it for a moment. "No, I'm dealing okay
with this. I just needed to talk to you. I think everything will
work out okay, eventually. You know me, I'm the eternal
"Well, for the sake of my sanity, I'm going to look into
getting to St. Louis. I will find out all the incredibly boring
political niceties if I need to make a trip to St. Louis to check on
my Red." Spike replied. "I want you to promise to call me if
anything else of the bad happens to you. Even if it is a hang
nail. You got me?"
"Yes, Spike. I'll call if I get a hang nail." She stuck
her tongue out at the phone.
"Don't get smart with me, Girlie!" Spike declared.
"And put that tongue back in your mouth if you aren't going
to use it for something that I would enjoy."
"Euuew, Spike you are such a dirty old man!" Willow
screeched. "I need to get off the phone now. I don't want
to tie up the line. I'm just a visitor here."
"Promise me Red!" Spike demanded.
"I promise to call you if anything bad happens. Okay?" she
"Fine, I'm holding you to that. You take care of yourself,
Red." Spike huffed.
"I will Spike. I will. You take care of yourself too."
Willow softly called out.
Spike mumbled something and then hung up. Willow looked at the
phone for a moment and then rolled her eyes. The Big Bad…ha!
More like a Big Softie but she wouldn't say that to his face. He
might torture her for it.