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The blonde singer slinked into the empty chemistry lab. “What are you doing, little witch? Trying to cast a spell to get rid of me? Trying to erase me from Oz’s mind? Or maybe trying to erase me from your own?”
Willow stopped from adding another ingredient to the potion to glare at Veruca. “You’re insane.”
“You bring the animal out in me. Little Willow Moon. I feel the beast rising to the surface, itching for a taste. You want to be pursued, to be chased, to have someone go after you. Do I make your heart beat faster?”
Veruca pressed a hand to Willow’s chest, feeling Willow’s racing heartbeat before shifting to cup her breast.
“Aren’t you tired of being so weak, so plain? Of just being appreciated for your mind? I bet they say you have a great personality,” Veruca said, with a throaty laugh. “Do you know what they say about me?”
Willow stiffened but didn’t move away from Veruca. “I don’t care.”
Veruca’s thumb brushed over Willow’s left nipple, causing the redhead to sway forward. “They say they want to fuck me. Maybe nothing so overt or crass. It’s animal instinct in the way that they act when they’re around me. The way their eyes move, the way their bodies’ movements mirror my own. The wolf inside of me calls to them, just as it calls to you. They see the strength, the power that I possess, and they want to possess it.”
Willow shoved Veruca away and was greeted with an amused smile from her rival. “Are you trying to convince yourself otherwise?” asked Veruca.
“Get out,” said Willow.
“Now, that’s no way to treat someone.”
“Buffy will be here soon. She knows what you are.”
“It’s sweet that you’re looking out for me, but Buffy has no idea what she’s dealing with here. I’m not going to roll over and play dead in some cage like a tame dog. Besides, last I saw she was caught up with her psychology study group. It’ll take a while for her to figure out where you are. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Willow started to head for the door to the lab, but Veruca leaped in front of it, cutting her off. “You want to play, Willow? Fine. We’ll play. The sun is setting and the moon is beginning her ascent. If you leave now, you might have a good head start.” She leaned close to Willow and took an exaggerated breath, inhaling. “Did you know that each human has a very distinctive scent? We wolves can differentiate between the scents of those who are threats, those who are prey, and those who are pack. You definitely aren’t the first, but you’d better figure out very soon which one of those last two you wish to be.” She leaned in again and licked a stripe up Willow’s neck. “And, Willow, there is only one answer that will save you.”
Veruca stepped away from Willow and the door. The redhead made her escape, leaving potions ingredients strewn over the counter in the lab. Veruca looked at the clock, watching the second hand for a full revolution. A minute’s head start was all Willow was going to get as the blonde felt the transformation begin. The hunt was on.
ladiesbingoThe blonde singer slinked into the empty chemistry lab. “What are you doing, little witch? Trying to cast a spell to get rid of me? Trying to erase me from Oz’s mind? Or maybe trying to erase me from your own?”
Willow stopped from adding another ingredient to the potion to glare at Veruca. “You’re insane.”
“You bring the animal out in me. Little Willow Moon. I feel the beast rising to the surface, itching for a taste. You want to be pursued, to be chased, to have someone go after you. Do I make your heart beat faster?”
Veruca pressed a hand to Willow’s chest, feeling Willow’s racing heartbeat before shifting to cup her breast.
“Aren’t you tired of being so weak, so plain? Of just being appreciated for your mind? I bet they say you have a great personality,” Veruca said, with a throaty laugh. “Do you know what they say about me?”
Willow stiffened but didn’t move away from Veruca. “I don’t care.”
Veruca’s thumb brushed over Willow’s left nipple, causing the redhead to sway forward. “They say they want to fuck me. Maybe nothing so overt or crass. It’s animal instinct in the way that they act when they’re around me. The way their eyes move, the way their bodies’ movements mirror my own. The wolf inside of me calls to them, just as it calls to you. They see the strength, the power that I possess, and they want to possess it.”
Willow shoved Veruca away and was greeted with an amused smile from her rival. “Are you trying to convince yourself otherwise?” asked Veruca.
“Get out,” said Willow.
“Now, that’s no way to treat someone.”
“Buffy will be here soon. She knows what you are.”
“It’s sweet that you’re looking out for me, but Buffy has no idea what she’s dealing with here. I’m not going to roll over and play dead in some cage like a tame dog. Besides, last I saw she was caught up with her psychology study group. It’ll take a while for her to figure out where you are. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Willow started to head for the door to the lab, but Veruca leaped in front of it, cutting her off. “You want to play, Willow? Fine. We’ll play. The sun is setting and the moon is beginning her ascent. If you leave now, you might have a good head start.” She leaned close to Willow and took an exaggerated breath, inhaling. “Did you know that each human has a very distinctive scent? We wolves can differentiate between the scents of those who are threats, those who are prey, and those who are pack. You definitely aren’t the first, but you’d better figure out very soon which one of those last two you wish to be.” She leaned in again and licked a stripe up Willow’s neck. “And, Willow, there is only one answer that will save you.”
Veruca stepped away from Willow and the door. The redhead made her escape, leaving potions ingredients strewn over the counter in the lab. Veruca looked at the clock, watching the second hand for a full revolution. A minute’s head start was all Willow was going to get as the blonde felt the transformation begin. The hunt was on.
