__Reasonable Doubts__
By Andrea
Why did I agree to let her do this?
It's dangerous to say the least. Willow pretending to
be her evil counterpart in order to lure the infinite
number of vampires from a room full of hotblooded
teenagers.
What was I thinking?
Letting her go in unprotected while I'm out here
waiting for my number to be called to join the fight.
I detest the idea of having to be in the cold,
twiddling my thumbs while my sweet Willow is going to
have to give the academy performance of her life.
Willow.....
I still can't shake the nervous, anxious feeling that
has been with me since I found out that she had been
turned.
When Buffy and Xander walked into the library, I knew
immediately that something was wrong. It was almost a
sixth sense. It took considerable amount of persuasion
before either one would tell me anything. And when
they finally did...
Well, to say I was devastated was an understatement.
The instant loneliness and total desperation I felt
after Jenny's death was nothing compared to what I
felt when they told me that Willow was a vampire.
Our Willow.
A Vampire.
One of those bloodsucking, garlic fearing, wooden
stake killing creatures, who existed not just in
people's imaginations but in their reality. And to me,
a constant invasion in my dreams.
I sat there on the steps, my mind replaying, like a
movie, all that was Willow. I mean if this was an
actual movie, it could be titled, ' Center of my
Universe.' That's how much of an impact Willow made in
my life.
The countless hours of research and numerous in depth
talks we had shared, flashed through my mind like a
rocket. I could envision her sparkling eyes and
beautiful smile that shined like the sun. My own
personal beacon of light.
And then it was gone.
But the thing that devastated me the most, that burned
me to the core, was knowing that she now had no soul.
That she'd become one of those soulless vampires who
killed without conscience, without remorse. A soulless
creature that still had her delightful face but would
never have her brilliant soul.
Her soul that was a paradox of descriptions. Innocent
and carefree, fearless and strong, youth combined with
a maturity rarely found in someone of her years. It
killed me knowing that a vampire was walking around
with her face but not her soul.
Then, as if by some miracle, she'd walked in. Alive,
healthy and beautiful as ever. My first instinct was
to grab her and hold her to me, letting her feel all
my warmth, my love.
And contrary to the usual that's what I did.
Rushing forward, I engulfed her in a huge bear hug,
squeezing her with everything I had to give. And then
some. I could feel her rapid heartbeat, the most
wonderful sound I've ever heard. The solid proof that
I needed to know for certain that she was alive.
Coming to myself, I immediately pulled back slightly
embarrassed for letting my emotions get the best of
me. I looked at her, noticing the shock on her face.
Truth be told, I was quite taken back myself. I didn't
even want to see Xander or Buffy's reactions to my
attention of Willow.
So, I just stood there, like the rest, in awe and
relief that our Willow was alive and healthy. As we
told her what had happened, she looked at us in
disbelief, her face a mask of confusion. We were all
sitting there, not letting her out of our sight. Just
simply reveling in her presence, her life.
Angel had come by soon after to inform us about her
vampire other. He gave us full detail on what was
going on which leads us to right now. While he is on
the rooftop, checking everything out, we were down
here waiting for him to return.
The plan was to have Willow pretend to be the vampire
Willow, to lure her followers out of the Bronze and
into our wooden staked hands. That was the plan.
Whether or not it succeeded was another story
altogether.
And to tense matters even further, was the fact that
Willow, our Willow, was in that god-forsaken leather
outfit. Tight and constricting, she didn't look like
she could breathe in that thing much less walk in it.
It was long sleeved with a hint of red in the front.
Too tight, too form-fitting, too sleek.
God, she was gorgeous.
He tried not to look but he couldn't help himself. He
managed to keep himself in check but when Buffy and
Willow had went to his office to change clothes, his
mind conjured up erotic images at the thought of
Willow naked in his office. He'd knew he wasn't the
only one who's mind had wandered. He'd seen Xander and
even Angel trying to peek through the blinds to see
her. Unfortunately, Willow had not closed them all the
way, giving him and the rest a wonderful view. Not
enough to sate but enough to tease.
Anyway, when she'd came out, he really lost all his
senses. Willow looked incredible. The leather had
molded nicely to her body, accentuating every curve
and dip, the leather emphasizing her long, luscious
legs to the max.
His eyes had tried not to stare at her breasts but he
couldn't deny himself that small pleasure. At a quick
glance, he was able to focus on her firm breasts that
were held wonderfully by the tight leather outfit. The
red bustier clashed against the porcelain of her skin,
leaving much to the imagination.
Not just his imagination.
Xander and Angel's imaginations too. They discreetly
looked themselves, with Xander being the most obvious
of the two. But, when Willow turned to walk out of the
library, even Angel muttered something under his
breath. Black, tight leather hugged her backside
magnificently, exposing her young, firm and utterly
perfect behind.
At that sight, Angel suggested they'd walk first just
in case any of her evil counterpart's minions were
around but Giles knew better. He knew Angel had the
same problem as he and Xander did, which was why he
wanted to walk ahead of Willow so he wasn't tempted
anymore with the sight of her perfect backside.
Which brings us to now.
I'm waiting here patiently with Xander and Buffy for
Angel to finish his reconnaissance, trying in vain to
purge all thoughts of Willow in leather.
"Okay. It looks like they haven't moved." Angel jumped
down to the ground. "They must really be afraid of
you."
"Who wouldn't be?"
Walking towards him, she looked incredible, even
though she was having a difficult time walking in the
constricting leather. Tight, skin-tight leather that
accentuated every gorgeous part of her body.
Highlighted every curve and line, clinging to her
supple body like second skin.
God, Willow what do you do to me?
I've got to get in control of myself. Have to focus on
the problem at hand and not on the way the criss-cross
laces of her corset caused her firm, pert breasts to
thrust forward. Allowing him an excellent view of her
creamy skin peeking out over the red silk.
'I wonder if her skin would feel as soft as I've
imagined it to be. I wonder....'
Shaking my head, I try to refocus on the main issue
here. The plan. Buffy seemed to be asking her a
question, when suddenly Willow yelled,
"Gosh, look at those!"
The second she uttered those words, I knew I was a
goner. How could I turn down such a blatant offering?
An obvious invitation to peek if I've ever heard one.
And there was no way I was going to pass it up. Not
when I had her express permission to do so.
Taking my second, or third, or dozenth glance of the
night, my eyes roamed over her figure quickly,
stopping to rest on her cleavage, my eyes fixated on
her porcelain skin.
Coming to my senses, I realize I was blatant staring
at her. Clearing my throat, I replied, "Umm...yes.
Willow you go in and diffuse the situation as best you
could...try to even up the odds a bit."
I know I was talking. I could hear the words come out
of my mouth, but remembering what I had said was
another story. Luckily, she must have understood
because she answered me with a nod. Still unable to
stop sneaking glances at her, I realize that Angel was
saying something to me.
It registers that he wants Xander and I to take the
back entrance while they stay there and Willow goes
in. A small part of me doesn't want to leave her by
herself. I want to go in, fight by her and protect her
no matter what.
But, doing that, would force me to admit my true
feelings for her. Feelings that ran deeper than
friendship or one of a mentor. Feelings, that until
tonight, I've been trying to deny. But, tonight's near
tragedy, makes me finally admit to myself what my real
feelings for her are.
I love her.
'I'm in love with her,' he thought,as he felt Xander
tug his arm.
"Giles, c'mon let's go." Xander said, reaching for my
bag.
Snapping out of reverie, I absently hand Xander a
cross before leading him to the back of the Bronze. I
cast one last glance towards her over my shoulder,
wathcing her give Buffy a reassuring smile before
sauntering over to the entrance.
I watch silently as she pauses for a moment, gathering
her courage before knocking to be let in. The door
opens, and she slips inside unarmed and alone.
And for what is to be the hundredth time, I wonder yet
again why I agreed to do this. Even though I know
Willow wouldn't try anything to jeopardize her safety
but I just cannot help but wonder.
Why did I agree to let her do this?
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