Angry

Title: Angry (Red's Fire 10)
Author: Jinni
Email: jinni@witchslove.com
Distribution: My site, Tienco’s site, Garden of the Jai. All others please ask.
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything about BTVS or AtS – that’s all Joss and Co. And the song “Angry”, well that belongs to Matchbox 20.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to all who continue to send feedback on the fics – especially wonderful people like Inell!
Dedicated to my partner in crime – Tienco!
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So the night had come down to this - one cackling witch and one bloody ugly stuffed pig.

Oh well.

Won't be the weirdest night I've ever had. Maybe after it all Red will let me take her home and shag her until the sun comes up. Hell, maybe even longer.

She picked up the pig, tossing it from hand to hand as she searched the room for something. I saw her eyes light up and her laughter still filled the air, chilling my undead heart. She walks across the room, grabbing a pair of scissors from the desk by the door.

She's so gorgeous when she's acting deranged. I guess she can see it in my eyes - the fact that I think she's not all there - and she smiles. "I'm not crazy, Spike."

"No you're not, pet." I walk towards her, tilting her head up so that our lips are almost touching. "Cry when you cry, run when you run, love when you love. You're still my little red haired goddess. The fire that warms my undead body." I grin down at her. "Now kill the little piggie, luv."

She giggles, stepping back. Another thoughtful look enters her eyes and she steps up to the Slayer's dresser, searching among the bottles. She picks one up and shakes it, uncapping the tiny flask and setting it aside. The heavy scent of paint wafts to my nose and I recognize it for the first time – nail polish.

Is she going to do the pig's effin nails?

I can see that the anger has left her, replaced by rage. Pure, methodical rage. She's humming now, sounding almost too much like Dru for my liking and I almost ask her to stop. But I don't. This is her moment.

Her time to shine like the fire that she is.

So scream on, pet. Out from behind the bitter bloody ache - heavy on the memories of the bint who hurt you.

I watch as she lays the pig down on the Slayer's bed, piercing its fuzzy chest with the sharp points of the scissors. She's grinning as she tears into it, her fingers ripping absently at the stuffing that is revealed. I realize then what she's doing.

She's skinning it.

With slow, deliberate cuts she skins the fur from the fluff of that bloody stuffed animal, putting aside the stuffing into a small pile. When she grabs the nail polish I suddenly see what I should have seen all along.

Its a sacrifice.

"Pet..." I moan, my voice husky. She's so beautiful right now, as she drips the paint along the inside of the raggedy pig. She lets it drip along the bed, too, splattering it onto the white spread with a grin on her face. It reminds me of blood and I know that’s exactly what she wanted.

If she couldn't kill the Slayer herself, she'd bloody well kill the damn pig. It was perfect.

The stuffing she rips apart, tossing it into the air to land amidst the sticky, drying paint.

Cor, I want her. Here. Now. On the floor. Hell - on the bed in the paint for all I care.

But she's not done yet.

She crosses the room, her t-shirt straining against her breasts as she pants with the excitement. As randy as I am, I can wait. Let her finish this.

"Don't fuck with me again." Willow whispers as she writes on a pad of paper, ripping off the sheet to toss it amidst the carnage of the bed. She stalks towards me and pulls my head down, crushing my lips with hers. Thank whatever devil looks out for vampires like me that I don’t need to breathe or else the little chit would have taken my bloody breath away.

“So pet,” I whisper, holding her body against mine so that she can feel my cock hard against her stomach. “Instead of wishing that it would get better…you just got angrier, does that make things better now?”

She shrugged. “Yeah. I’m not angry anymore. And its good that I’m not angry. I just need to get over it. I’m not angry. It was dragging me under.” She smiles up at me. “But I’m not angry anymore. Just vengeful . I want to find more ways to make her hurt.”

“Girl after my own heart,” I whisper, biting gently on her bottom lip. I nip at it enough to make her moan in pain and am rewarded with the sweet scent of her arousal. Tonight my fire goddess came one step closer to joining me for all time. Time to take her home and celebrate.

Then we could talk about the bloody future a little.

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