Thread: Wishverse Revisited (Annika and Google)

RE Wishverse Revisited Lets call this a job application Red, right now I am going to kick the shit out of the little posse that you have assembled here, probably going to kill a few of them... and then you and I can have a little chat about how you greet your guests. Ooh... what a dreamy English accent, Willow was very surprised that he was European. She merely raised a sardonic eyebrow however, in response to his announcement. Guests. Knock. She watched him light a cigarette, his nonchalance in the face of what should have been improbable odds. Willow noted his good judgement in goading the biggest of her acolytes and then the 'job interview' began. His strength and speed impressed Willow very much but she wasn't the kind of girl to get weak kneed at the first display of bravado. It was clear he outclassed her acolytes by quite a margin. They had been enough to see off the other pampered old-age vamps but not this guy. She watched his shirt ignite and a torch sear his flesh. His tall, rangy frame was well muscled. His reaction to the burn was frenzied, taking out the remaining vamps with a savagery that made her bite her lip. By the time he was done, his eyes blazing with triumph and utter contempt, his exposed torso rippling with strength and blood still smeared down his chin and throat, Willow was half smitten already. No vampire had thus far come close to being able to replace the Master as her alpha. Until right this minute Willow would have sworn that the last thing she wanted on this cursed earth was another fucking alpha. But now... now she was momentarily ambivalent. Do you know who I am... I AM WILLIAM THE BLOODY, better known as Spike. Willow rose but stayed on the staircase where she could keep her distance and stare him down. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her robe, aching at the raw lust that had just lanced through her. She gave no sign that she was aware of this however. She wasn't the kind of girl to fall that easily. Look where it had gotten Buffy. William the bloody annoying. She actually rolled her eyes. Look at my door. Look at my doormen! You barge in here interrupting my meal, when you could have simply knocked and announced yourself. You want to be treated as a guest, act like one. She descended the staircase gracefully and walked around him, examining him from every angle as though he was a horse at market. When she stood before him once more she stepped closer. If he was expecting intimacy he was going to be disappointed. Willow plucked his smokes from his jacket pocket and lit one, before stepping away. I don't suppose you know who I am, but this is my town. Whatever you call that little display, it wasn't a 'job application' because guys like you just can't take direction. She smiled slowly. I think that's why I prefer women. She took another long pull on the cigarette, regarding him suspiciously. When she spoke again she might as well have been addressing a small child. Yes, this is the hellmouth and I know it's all kindsa fun but if every jumped up vamp from every corner of Europe flies in demanding a hunting permit... pretty soon Sunnydale won't be fun any more. Her mouth-corners drooped in a parody of sadness. So you wanna tell me to what I owe the dubious honour of your presence? Believe me, while I might not have the most elite fighting force at my immediate disposal, if I call in favours from the influential families with which I'm acquainted, not even you will stand a snowball's chance in a human cunt. She shifted her weight and held his gaze. If he had come here to attack her, she would be ready and he'd have more of a fight on his hands than he'd ever have imagined. He didn't seem to be here to fight her however and Willow thought she was reading him right.