Night to Begin
by Jane and Octavia
Time passes on
But never erasable
And so two bonds strengthen
as two old bonds begin to weaken
from the birth of a summer
that happened so long ago
“Why wasn’t the vampire working?” Willow asked him.
Angel couldn’t help but grin.
“I have no idea.”
“He was on his coffin break,” she replied with a smile, followed by a giggle.
Angel couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Okay, I have another one. Why did the vampire’s lunch give him heartburn?”
“You’ve got me.”
“Because it was a stake sandwich,” she replied with a sly smile.
“That was bad,” he replied with a smile.
“Not a bad idea, though.”
“I have one. What is a witch with poison ivy?” Angel asked her.
“Uh... okay... red?” she replied with a giggle.
“An itchy witchy,” he replied with a smile.
“That was so cute,” she replied with a giggle.
“Thought you might like it.”
“I did. So where are we going tonight?” Willow asked as she placed the last pin in her hair.
“Someplace I thought you might like,” he replied being vague.
“And that would be?” she asked, knowing he was keeping her in suspense.
“Oh, I was thinking about... are you ready yet?” he asked her tapping on the other side of her bedroom door, effectively changing the subject.
“I think so. I’m just not sure were this one thing goes.”
Angel entered, smiling as he looked her over. She had elected to were a dress from his time - two centuries ago. The green dress fit her snug, emphasizing her small waist. She had brushed up her hair, letting him see the curve of her neck.
“Where exactly is this supposed to go?” Willow asked him as she flashed him the piece of material.
Angel took the garment, too much of a gentleman to reply.
“Don’t worry about it. You won’t need it,” he replied as he tossed it on the bed.
“So what do you think?” she asked as she made a quick twirl.
“I think you look wonderful.”
Willow smiled, blushing.
“Now let’s take a look at you,” she said as she motioned for him to take off his coat.
“Not until we get there,” he replied.
“Oh no...,” she replied as she took a bold approach and separated his cloak.
Willow nearly gasped. He looked as elegant and handsome as ever in his count Dracula outfit.
“I still can’t believe you convinced me to wear this,” he said as he rolled his eyes.
“Well, I think you look great.”
“We should get going.”
He helped place her cloak on and took her arm, leading her downstairs to his car.
“Can you tell me now?” she asked again, sweeter.
“A masquerade ball I heard about.”
“Where? I didn’t see any in Sunnydale.....”
“I never said it was here,” he replied.
Willow settled back in the car, looking at him with a smile.
They never saw the
woman wearing a similar dress as Willow’s head there way, but she did see