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Taco Hell Horrors
This takes place in the same world as "Beautiful Day, Perfect Night", though obviously before Willow got turned.
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"Spiiiiiiikkkkeeeeeeyyyyy."
The vampire rolled over in his sleep, trying to ignore the
annoyingly chirpy voice that was at his shoulder. He groaned when
a hand reached out to shake him, finally surrendering and opening
his eyes. "Yes, pet?"
Willow smiled down at her blonde haired lover, enjoying the way
his hair looked in the soft light of the room's only lamp.
"I'm hungry and I don't want anything in the kitchen."
Spike groaned. "Can't you make Angelus take you to the
bloody store to get something? Its only four in the
morning." He looked over at the smiling face of his Sire,
realizing suddenly that what the witch wanted must be pretty
awful.
"Nope." The red head giggled. "I want Taco Bell
and he said the only way he'dgo is if you went, too."
"Bloody hell." Spike sighed, forcing the air from his
lungs in a gust. This wasworth than the Hellmouth being opened.
Taco Hell in the am was something to be avoided at all costs. He
looked at his red haired mate, falling into the beautiful depths
of her eyes. There was no way he could say no.
"Fine, fine. Lets go."
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Angel squinted in the ugly artificial light of the twenty-four
hour a day fast food restaurant his Childe referred to as Taco
Hell. They were the only ones in the entire store save two
employees standing tiredly behind the counter. This wasn't
anything like Hell. He had been there, so he should know.
But it was damn close.
"What do you want, luv?" Spike asked, waiting for the
red head to make her choice from the extensive menu. What humans
needed such a variety of food for, he would never understand.
Things had been much more simpler when he was alive, the pubs
only served a few different meals most of which consisted of some
type of game meat in gravy.
"Two soft taco supremes with no tomatoes and a large
drink," the red head finally said to her lover. She smiled
as she felt Angel's arms envelope her, holding her back against
his chest as Spike moved to the counter to place the order.
Spike growled softly, waiting for one of the employees to get in
front of the register. He glared at them, watching as one
finally sighed and moved to take the order. "Two soft
taco supreme with *no* tomatoes and a large soda." He turned
back to his red head. "Is that it, pet?"
Willow nodded, blowing the blonde a kiss much to the amazement of
the gaping employees. Here was this little tiny red head, wrapped
firmly in the arms of an obviously stronger, older man and she
was blowing kisses at this Billy Idol wannabe? The employee in
the back shook his head, not understanding the ways of women.
Spike handed the girl at the cash register a five dollar bill,
grabbing his change from her with a glare. He stalked over to his
lovers, standing in front of Willow and allowing her talented
fingers to massage his back. The vampire sighed loudly, drawing
the stares of the employees for yet another time. "If they
keep staring at us like that I'm going to rip their bloody eyes
out of their heads."
"Sir?" the girl who had rang Spike up called out.
"Here's your order." She pushed the tray across the
counter, almost racing back into the kitchen to get away from the
trio and their glaring looks.
Willow grabbed the tray, tossing the empty drink cup to Angel
with instructions to fill it with Pepsi. She sighed in
contentment, unwrapping the first of her tacos. "What the
hell?" She dropped the food in disgust, rolling her eyes.
Her stomach was growling at the nearness of the food, but she
refused to eat it looking like *that*.
"What's wrong, luv?" Spike growled, inching closer to
her to look at the food that had been ordered. He looked
from the half-wrapped taco then at his red head then back to the
taco, not understanding what was wrong with it.
"It. Has. Tomatoes."
The bleached blonde growled, grabbing the tray and storming up to
the counter. He glanced around, not seeing either of the
employees. "Heeellloooo?" His normally attractive
accented drawl rang out through the almost deserted store. There
was no reply from the back. "Would one of you stupid chits
get your arse up here?"
The employee who had originally rung him up peeked around a back
door, cigarette in hand. She rolled her eyes and threw the lit
stick out into the back parking lot, storming up to the counter.
"Can I help you?"
"Sure you can, ducks," Spike grinned, trying to quell
the demon that was raging for her blood by being charming
instead. "You can get your little arse back there and make
these tacos with NO tomatoes, like we asked." He flashed her
another smile, the sarcasm in his words palpable in the quiet
store.
"You didn't ask for no tomatoes," the employee said
snidely. She rolled her eyes in a way that made the bleached
blonde vampire want to rip them from her head.
"Yes. We. Did." Spike growled, his eyes flashing
yellow. He sighed, letting his demon come fully forward. The
scent of the employee's fear was like a rare perfume, filling the
air. "Now fix it."
The girl shuddered, screaming to the back, "Two soft taco
supremes and hold the damn tomatoes." She backed away from
the counter slowly, trying to place as much distance between
herself and the vampire as possible.
"Spike." Willow purred, rubbing gently at her lover's
back. "Put away the game face." She continued rubbing
his back until he had calmed down enough to wear his human mask
again. Smiling, she kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Pet, promise me you will never make me come to this bloody
place this late in the soddin night again?"
The red head grinned. "Yeah, baby, I promise." She
licked at his earlobe, glaring at the employee as she slid the
new tacos across the counter. "*These*," Willow
smirked, indicating the tacos. "Had better be right. Or I
won't blame my boyfriend for ripping your heart out and grinding
it up in your little shredder thingie." She smiled
innocently at the frightened girl, winking at her lover before
walking back to the table.
Angel pushed the full plastic cup of Pepsi over to his lover,
smiling as she sipped delicately at the straw. He could almost
picture her doing the same thing over a mug of blood and the
images aroused him. There were still two more years until she
would join him and Spike in eternal bliss. Until then, he had to
sate himself with the knowledge of what she *would* look like
*when* it happened.
Willow unwrapped the first of her tacos, checking it quickly for
any sign of the little red food she hated so much. Satisified
that there were none there, she bit deeply into it, moaning
softly with pleasure. She finished it quickly, unwrapping and
starting on the second as her lovers watched on in amusement.
"What?" She asked around a mouthful of food.
"How does something as small as you eat so quick?"
Angel grinned, wiping a dab of sour cream from the corner of her
mouth with his thumb. He wiped the digit on a paper napkin,
watching as she shoved the last of her second taco into her
mouth. "Do you need more? I promise not to let Spike
growl at the girl too much."
Willow shook her head quickly, eliciting some laughs from both of
her lovers. "Quite full, thanks." She wiped her hands
on a napkin, throwing the trash on her tray.
"Let me, Red," Spike purred, grabbing the trash laden
tray and dumping it into a nearby trashcan. He smirked, letting
the plastic tray fall into the trash along with the wrappers and
napkins. Let the stupid chit fish it out of there later, when it
was covered in runny, sticky mess.
"That's just evil, Blondie," the red head purred,
slipping her arm through first his then Angel's as they walked
out to the parking lot.
"Well what do you expect? I am a bloody demon after
all."
"Uh huh." Willow smirked, winking at Angel. "A
demon who gets his kicks throwing trays into trash cans. How
scary." She shivered in mock fear, rolling her eyes at him
playfully.
Spike glared at his mate, growling playfully at her. "I'll
give you something to fear, witch. I'll make you bloody
scream."
Willow squealed, pulling away from the two laughing vampires to
run across the parking lot to Angel's car. She stuck her tongue
out at them, watching as they took their time to get to her.
Finally, having had enough and ready to get home, the red head
called out,
"C'mon Blondie! I thought you said you'd make me scream.
Lets get home and get to it!!!"
