BTVS fic: Lucy Westerna's Night Out
Title: Lucy Westerna’s night out
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: It's hard for me to say what's right, when all I wanna do is wrong. ~ Prince // Gett Off (Fanfic_fiesta)
Challenge: none
Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Angel, Spike, and Buffy
Characters mentioned: Xander, Giles, and Oz
Pairings: Angel/Willow, Willow/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: May be AU
Word Count: 1303
Summary: A story told from Willow’s POV, Willow decides to see what happens if she dressed up like one of the characters from Dracula for the annual Halloween bash at the Bronze
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: This is in honor of Gabrielle’s writing anniversary. Have a wonderful anniversary darling
All month long, I have been feeling invisible. It all started the first day of the month when Giles left me a note of research he needed done, and then Buffy and Xander had passed me five times that day without noticing me. It seemed like similar things have been happening all month.
Today was Halloween, and I have decided that instead of being the shy, quiet Willow who hides from the world and doesn’t really confront her friends when they ignore her, I am going to go to the Bronze for their annual Halloween Party. I am going to wear a costume that is definitely going to get me notice.
Early today I had gone shopping, and found this beautiful white gown, and had bought it and several other things like a bunch of makeup. It had a very low neckline, and seemed like an almost copy of something that might be worn about a hundred years ago. I decided that I was going to dress like Lucy Westerna from the novel Dracula, complete with stocking and these high heels that I had found.
She is typically thought of by many as Blond, but I don’t really care how many people recognize me right away. I think the costume will look better with my red hair, especially in a sea of brunettes and blonds. And I figured if I work hard to fight any thought telling me not to let loose, that a lot of people will ask who I am. I haven’t decided if I am going to put the neck bites in my neck or make my skin look pale yet. I’ll decide later as it gets closer.
I make sure my stockings are on correctly. This type requires a garter belt, and I am a little nervous about it. But I figured I am probably going to be the only one to see it tonight, when I pull it off before bed. I slip on my shoes. They are this very nice pair of white heels that I found in my closet. I haven’t worn heels in a long time, and I hoped I wasn’t going to trip, but I had practiced earlier walking in them, so maybe I will be okay.
I brush my hair out the rest of the way. I thought of leaving my hair a little unkempt since I am supposed to be undead, but even though I could let loose a little, I don’t think I could do that, not tonight anyway. I tie my hair with a white ribbon, and look at myself in the mirror.
I think I do need the bite marks. I take the Halloween makeup I got, and very carefully a set of two. I add a few drops of the fake blood to each wound. Then, I use a lot of powder and make my visible skin appear almost a translucent white.
I take very dark red lipstick, and with a lipstick brush apply it on my lips, deliberately making my bottom lip darker to make it look like there is a spot of blood I forgot to wipe off. I then take a black eyeliner pencil and outline my eyes, to give them a more sunken look. For the finishing touch, I put a pair of fake vampire teeth in my mouth.
I grab the small beaded white clutch that I had got, it wasn’t really a period bag, but it was the best I could do on such short notice, and I needed somewhere to keep the $3 cover charge that the Bronze was having tonight, and also the small vial of holy water just incase I need it.
I then start the walk to the bronze, and a block away I almost chicken out and head back home. It takes me a full minute to convince myself that nothing bad is going to happen because I stepped out of the house revealing so much skin. The world is not going to end because Willow Rosenberg decided to show some of her cleavage.
When I get through the door, the party seems in full swing. I decide since everyone else has been ignoring me this month, I wasn’t going to look for them right off the bat. I decide instead to hit the dance floor, and find myself dancing between a guy dressed as Batman and a guy dressed as a prisoner.
After a few songs, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn gracefully to find Angel dressed like Sherlock Holmes, standing behind me. He gave me a smile. “I didn’t know I was going to meet Miss Lucy Westerna here.” He pulled a fake pipe out of his mouth, his brown eyes seeming to smile with amusement.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Holmes.” Angel looked funny in a way, but not in a bad way. I would have thought before tonight that he might dress up as one of those romantic figures of the world, but it was nice to see I wasn’t the only one deviating from the roles that people thought we might play. I extend my hand to him, like Lucy probably would if she met Sherlock Holmes.
Angel kissed my hand. “You look absolutely beautiful, Willow. I never knew…” He stopped himself with a nervous chuckle, “You know you are the Belle of the Ball tonight, everyone is talking about you. And Oz and Xander have been fighting about who gets to dance with you first.”
I feel myself blush, and I hope it can’t be seen through the makeup. My head drops for a second, “I’m sure your kidding.”
He took my chin very softly between two fingers, and raised my head so our eyes would meet. “I know you like to hide in the shadows sometimes, but you really are a beautiful person, Willow. You always have been beautiful.”
I find a small smile, forming on my face, as I remind myself this is why I had dressed like this. I had wanted people to notice me and it was definitely working. And the fun part was that it was Angel. I always had a small crush on him, but I hadn’t dared told anyone because I knew Buffy still liked him, and I didn’t think it was right to move in on people’s love interests. Well, most of the time I believed that, and tried to live by that.
A slow song had started playing on the speakers. “Would you like to dance?” He asked, giving me a gentlemanly bow.
“Yes, I would like that.”
He takes my hand, and put his other hand on my waist, and I put the hand with my clutch on his shoulder. He seems to bend his head close to me as if he was about to whisper something in my ear. It seems for almost the whole song that we were the only couple on the dance floor, though I know that was just in my head.
A few seconds after the last notes of the song hit the air, and Angel said “You want to go someplace else,” did I realize that Buffy is standing behind Angel. She is dressed as a demon vixen, in a slinky red outfit.
“I’ve been looking all over for you Angel…Oh, hi Willow.” She says, before she dragged him off.
I have no time to ponder her lack of mention of my costume, because Spike is right beside me. He is dressed up as a Hammer Film version of Dracula, and he is amused by my costume. A disco song had started to play, and we start to boogie the night away. I’ve only been here about fifteen minutes, and I know that wearing a non-typical Willow costume was definitely worth it.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: It's hard for me to say what's right, when all I wanna do is wrong. ~ Prince // Gett Off (Fanfic_fiesta)
Challenge: none
Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Angel, Spike, and Buffy
Characters mentioned: Xander, Giles, and Oz
Pairings: Angel/Willow, Willow/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: May be AU
Word Count: 1303
Summary: A story told from Willow’s POV, Willow decides to see what happens if she dressed up like one of the characters from Dracula for the annual Halloween bash at the Bronze
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: This is in honor of Gabrielle’s writing anniversary. Have a wonderful anniversary darling
All month long, I have been feeling invisible. It all started the first day of the month when Giles left me a note of research he needed done, and then Buffy and Xander had passed me five times that day without noticing me. It seemed like similar things have been happening all month.
Today was Halloween, and I have decided that instead of being the shy, quiet Willow who hides from the world and doesn’t really confront her friends when they ignore her, I am going to go to the Bronze for their annual Halloween Party. I am going to wear a costume that is definitely going to get me notice.
Early today I had gone shopping, and found this beautiful white gown, and had bought it and several other things like a bunch of makeup. It had a very low neckline, and seemed like an almost copy of something that might be worn about a hundred years ago. I decided that I was going to dress like Lucy Westerna from the novel Dracula, complete with stocking and these high heels that I had found.
She is typically thought of by many as Blond, but I don’t really care how many people recognize me right away. I think the costume will look better with my red hair, especially in a sea of brunettes and blonds. And I figured if I work hard to fight any thought telling me not to let loose, that a lot of people will ask who I am. I haven’t decided if I am going to put the neck bites in my neck or make my skin look pale yet. I’ll decide later as it gets closer.
I make sure my stockings are on correctly. This type requires a garter belt, and I am a little nervous about it. But I figured I am probably going to be the only one to see it tonight, when I pull it off before bed. I slip on my shoes. They are this very nice pair of white heels that I found in my closet. I haven’t worn heels in a long time, and I hoped I wasn’t going to trip, but I had practiced earlier walking in them, so maybe I will be okay.
I brush my hair out the rest of the way. I thought of leaving my hair a little unkempt since I am supposed to be undead, but even though I could let loose a little, I don’t think I could do that, not tonight anyway. I tie my hair with a white ribbon, and look at myself in the mirror.
I think I do need the bite marks. I take the Halloween makeup I got, and very carefully a set of two. I add a few drops of the fake blood to each wound. Then, I use a lot of powder and make my visible skin appear almost a translucent white.
I take very dark red lipstick, and with a lipstick brush apply it on my lips, deliberately making my bottom lip darker to make it look like there is a spot of blood I forgot to wipe off. I then take a black eyeliner pencil and outline my eyes, to give them a more sunken look. For the finishing touch, I put a pair of fake vampire teeth in my mouth.
I grab the small beaded white clutch that I had got, it wasn’t really a period bag, but it was the best I could do on such short notice, and I needed somewhere to keep the $3 cover charge that the Bronze was having tonight, and also the small vial of holy water just incase I need it.
I then start the walk to the bronze, and a block away I almost chicken out and head back home. It takes me a full minute to convince myself that nothing bad is going to happen because I stepped out of the house revealing so much skin. The world is not going to end because Willow Rosenberg decided to show some of her cleavage.
When I get through the door, the party seems in full swing. I decide since everyone else has been ignoring me this month, I wasn’t going to look for them right off the bat. I decide instead to hit the dance floor, and find myself dancing between a guy dressed as Batman and a guy dressed as a prisoner.
After a few songs, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn gracefully to find Angel dressed like Sherlock Holmes, standing behind me. He gave me a smile. “I didn’t know I was going to meet Miss Lucy Westerna here.” He pulled a fake pipe out of his mouth, his brown eyes seeming to smile with amusement.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Holmes.” Angel looked funny in a way, but not in a bad way. I would have thought before tonight that he might dress up as one of those romantic figures of the world, but it was nice to see I wasn’t the only one deviating from the roles that people thought we might play. I extend my hand to him, like Lucy probably would if she met Sherlock Holmes.
Angel kissed my hand. “You look absolutely beautiful, Willow. I never knew…” He stopped himself with a nervous chuckle, “You know you are the Belle of the Ball tonight, everyone is talking about you. And Oz and Xander have been fighting about who gets to dance with you first.”
I feel myself blush, and I hope it can’t be seen through the makeup. My head drops for a second, “I’m sure your kidding.”
He took my chin very softly between two fingers, and raised my head so our eyes would meet. “I know you like to hide in the shadows sometimes, but you really are a beautiful person, Willow. You always have been beautiful.”
I find a small smile, forming on my face, as I remind myself this is why I had dressed like this. I had wanted people to notice me and it was definitely working. And the fun part was that it was Angel. I always had a small crush on him, but I hadn’t dared told anyone because I knew Buffy still liked him, and I didn’t think it was right to move in on people’s love interests. Well, most of the time I believed that, and tried to live by that.
A slow song had started playing on the speakers. “Would you like to dance?” He asked, giving me a gentlemanly bow.
“Yes, I would like that.”
He takes my hand, and put his other hand on my waist, and I put the hand with my clutch on his shoulder. He seems to bend his head close to me as if he was about to whisper something in my ear. It seems for almost the whole song that we were the only couple on the dance floor, though I know that was just in my head.
A few seconds after the last notes of the song hit the air, and Angel said “You want to go someplace else,” did I realize that Buffy is standing behind Angel. She is dressed as a demon vixen, in a slinky red outfit.
“I’ve been looking all over for you Angel…Oh, hi Willow.” She says, before she dragged him off.
I have no time to ponder her lack of mention of my costume, because Spike is right beside me. He is dressed up as a Hammer Film version of Dracula, and he is amused by my costume. A disco song had started to play, and we start to boogie the night away. I’ve only been here about fifteen minutes, and I know that wearing a non-typical Willow costume was definitely worth it.