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Dress Me Up- Chapter One
Her instrument was silver and gleaming, perfect for her purpose. She smiled grimly as she put the finishing touches on her last goodbye to the world. The note was short and concise, this girl not one to bother much with details when writing.
She sat on the edge of her bed and held the tool gently in her hand. It reflected the little light that managed to seep through the black velvet curtains into her dark emerald eyes. She slowly realized that it was afternoon. She had been awake since four AM, studying photos of herself when she was young and had something to offer.
She picked up the picture frame on the bedside table. The two in the photograph had been best friends during childhood. The picture enclosed was of two eight-year-olds. The boy was holding the girl on his back. The boy, with brown hair and eyes, looked the part of the product of the working class. His bright smile could light up a room, even now. She, on the other hand, had looked and acted the rich daughter of detached parents. They were never there, especially when she needed them.
For this, they would be sorry.
“It really was a shame that it had to be this way.” She muttered to herself as she held the sharp implement in her right hand.
Willow ran the tiny blade over her left forearm, wincing as the blood began to gush, and marveling at how something so tiny can cause so much destruction. She let the crimson liquid flow down her arm and off of her fingertips, spilling drops onto the faded gray carpet.
She repeated the ministrations on her right forearm and let a few drops of blood fall from her fingertips onto the suicide note next to the bed. The crimson drops only served to cement her point and she touched the paper, leaving smeared fingerprints in the blood.
She glanced over at the bottle of blood thinners, as they were allowing the blood to flow that much faster, and smiled. This would be over quickly.
Her white tank-top was now red and drenched in blood. She fell into a laying position on the bed, with her legs dangling over the sides as she watched the bed sheets absorbing her pain.
“So this is how it ends...” She whispered softly to herself as she fell onto the bed, the room's air cold on her body.
A dark haired man entered the room soon after her collapse, running to her motionless body and weeping openly. "No, baby... No."
This was his best friend, his first kiss when they were five and dating. She held him together, and now… Now she was never going to be his because he was too stupid to realize what he had. He held her to his chest, smearing blood on his clothing.
Xander looked down at her lifeless body and kissed Willow’s cold lips for what they both knew would be the last time, and…
"CUT!” The director ended the take and smiled at both of them. "Excellent work, both of you! That's all for today.” He turned to an assistant and barked, “turn the heat back on Willow’s lips are turning blue…"
Willow got up off the bed and went straight to her dressing room.
She removed the fake blood soaked shirt and bra, then the pajama pants she had been wearing for the scene, and finally, her underwear. She looked at her body in the mirror and laughed at the red appearance of her skin. "I'm all tomatoey!"
She picked up her bathrobe and put it on, walking out of the room. "Giles, can I get a shower now?"
The director-writer-producer of the movie smiled at his leading actress. "If it's alright with your manager...”
Willow sighed and nodded, then went to ask Buffy.
Getting approval for her bath, Willow walked to the bathroom quickly.
She took her time bathing, and then headed back to her dressing room in her robe. Buffy stopped her in the hallway on her way back. “Will, you know how Anya’s pregnant?”
Willow nodded, not quite comfortable with having this particular conversation, or any conversation for that matter, in her bathrobe. “Can I get dressed before you finish?”
Buffy then noticed Willow’s attire and nodded. “Sorry.”
Willow smiled, “It’s alright. I’ll be done in a few minutes.”
After dressing, Willow combed her hair and headed to Buffy’s office. Buffy was sitting at her desk reading through a very thick stack of papers. “Willow, do you realize how many perks you get out of this contract?”
Willow grinned mischievously. “I have some idea…”
“No mention of frogs or actual frogs in any scene you’re required to be in?!?”
“Well, I don’t like frogs… why am I here?”
Buffy looked slightly confused, and then remembered what she had to tell Willow and put the contract in a drawer on her desk. “Right… There’s a new costume designer since Anya’s going on maternity leave. She should be here any…”
Buffy was cut off by a knock on the door. Xander walked in before she had a chance to tell him to and he was followed by Giles, Anya and a blonde that Willow didn’t recognize. She figured that she was the new designer.
The new woman glanced around the room curiously. Giles smiled at her, then willow, and began to explain. "Well, as you know, Willow, Anya is going on maternity leave...” Xander grinned proudly. "So we needed a new wardrobe master, er, mistress. This is Tara Maclay."
Tara smiled confidently and offered her hand for Willow to shake. "Nice to meet you."
Willow accepted the proffered hand and the moment their hands touched, they each felt a bolt of electricity emanating from the other. There was something in the connection that neither could explain. They were both sure they didn’t really want to explore the possibilities at the moment.
Startled by the power of the contact, Tara looked up from their joined hands into Willow's eyes.
Willow stared into Tara's deep blue eyes and lost herself to the beauty before her. Tara’s smile shifted from confident and determined to tentative and shy. The shift was barely perceptible, but it was there.
They were drawn out of their reverie by Buffy clearing her throat at something Anya had said. Willow quickly pulled away, as did Tara, both of them moving to opposite sides of the room in an attempt to compensate for the wayward handshake.
“What did you say, Anya?” Willow looked overly interested in what the ex-designer had to say.
Anya smiled. "I said, ‘I hope she dresses her really sparsely to show off her small, but perky breasts.’” Xander’s eyes went wide, hearing this for the first time since he hadn’t been paying attention previously.
Xander sighed. "I think it's time for her nap.” He dragged Anya from the room, her protesting her lack of tiredness the entire way. Anya's voice slowly dissipated as she was pulled farther and farther from the room.
Buffy looked around, wishing she hadn’t heard Anya’s statement. "Okay, then. Be here by seven AM."
Giles nodded and they both quickly exited, leaving Tara and Willow alone.
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