Name: Charity a.k.a. BOB1
E-mail: charibob@aol.com
Title: Confrontation (1//1)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns all. Please don't sue 'cuz I'm poor.
Rating: gonna say R for language and violence, mostly language though.
Summary: Part 14 of the Goddess, Thy Name Is...Willow? Previous parts can be
found at:
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/4789/index.html
After Angel and Willow have fun in the tub, Angel finds out about the fun that
Willow had with Spike and chocolate. Needless to say he is NOT happy.
Spoilers: Dopplegangland
Distribution: My site and whoever else wants it.
Feedback: Please, or else I'll get EVIL! You've all seen it. You know I can.
Dedication: To my evil doppleganger for riding the same weird waves that I'm
on. To bob3 even though she has denied me Spikeyness I forgive her. To Connie,
for so many reasons that I won't go into here. And finally for Amanda, I've
got a friend willing to come kidnap you and take us to the promised land (ND)
now all we need is some cash and some time off and we're good to go.
< > indicates thought
"SPIKE!" Angel bellowed. Spike, clad only in his jeans, jumped back away from
the bed and the pillows that he was covering with chocolate kisses in anticipation
of Willow's return.
"What?!?" Spike growled back at his sire. He was *not* in the mood to deal with
Angel at the moment. He just wanted his redhead to get back from the shower
so that they could pick up where they left off. He was getting antsy and anxious
due to her prolonged absence. < Damn, that girl takes long showers! And what
the hell is *he* doing here? >
In less than two seconds, Angel was across the room and had Spike pinned to
the wall, his hands around Spike's neck in a deathgrip.
'YOU FUCKED HER!" Angel pulled Spike forward slightly, only to smash him back
into the wall as a punctuation to his statement.
"YOU FUCKED WILLOW!" *Slam*
"WILLOW!!!!" *Slam*
"YOU BASTARD!!!!" *Slam*
"HOW" *Slam*
"DARE" *Slam*
"YOU!!!!" *Slam*
"I'LL" *Slam*
"KILL" *Slam*
"YOU!!!!" *Slam* *Slam* *Slam*
Spike had just about enough of this. He brought his arms up, breaking Angel's
grip on his throat and punched Angel in the face, hard enough that Angel was
knocked a few paces back.
As Angel struggled to recover his balance, Spike had a chance to take in his
appearance. His sire was wearing only a robe and his hair was wet. Quickly figuring
out what that had to mean, Spike growled low in his throat as he lunged at Angel.
"MINE! SHE'S MINE!" Spike growled as he went at Angel, game face firmly in place,
trying to rip out his sire's throat for daring to touch *his* redhead.
Angel's game face also made an appearance as he grabbed at Spike again. "MINE!"
He growled back, staking his own claim as he punched Spike hard in the stomach.
"MINE!" came a shout from the doorway.
The vampires looked at the source of the shout and found a *very* livid Willow
standing in the doorway, her arms crossed in front of her and fury in her eyes.
After insuring that she had their attention, Willow strode briskly into the
room and pushed the vampires away from eachother. She had been awakened by their
fighting, and she was tired and cranky and very pissed off by the fact that
both vampires seemed to believe that they owned her.
Angel and Spike moved forward, intent on pulling Willow out of the way so that
they could get back to the business of killing their rival. Willow's eyes blazed
red and both vampires found themselves unable to move.
"How dare you?!?!" she hissed at them. "I don't belong to either of you! Where
do you get off, trying to claim possession of me?" She glared over at Angel.
"We're not married! Hell, we're not even a couple!" Spike started to snicker
as Angel wilted under the harsh words of the petite redhead. His laughter died
quickly in his throat as Willow turned her glare on him, "And you! You're no
better than him! In fact you're worse! We don't even *have* a relationship!
At least Angel and I were friends! So BACK OFF!"
Willow turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving two very perplexed
vampires stuck to the floor behind her.
The End.
Ok. I finally finished this. Yay me! I've been struggling with this part for
over a week and it may not be that great, but it's done! Bob finally accomplished
something! Happy bob dance! Now tell me what you thought!
In fact, no gods anywhere play chess. They prefer simple, vicious games, where
you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight to Oblivion; a key to the understanding
of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with
greased rungs.
-- (Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters)
