Welcome to No Matter How I Look At It, It Is Still You Girls' Fault. This anthology features characters from the It's You Girls' Fault For These Random Moments. However, the stories featured in this series relate to the plot none whatsoever. This series, or side stories, will serve as comic relief. The misadventures of Lincoln continues with his crazy harem. That way, it separates from the plot and hopefully, you guys enjoy this series.

As a precaution, this series is a complete work of fiction. I don't condone, endorse, support, and/or encourage any of the actions portrayed here. If you guys can deviate fiction from reality, then feel free to read.

As a reminder, No Matter How I Look At It, It Is Still You Girls' Fault will serve as side stories from the main storyline. Chapters in this series don't relate to the plot. It just serves as comic relief. So, lots of fun, error, and misadventures within this series. I hope you enjoy. Thanks, Happy Reading, and God bless!

It doesn't take long for the queen of the night to become easily frustrated. She can't help it. She has a quick, short temper and is ready to attack at will. However, since making her acquaintance with Lincoln, she is learning to calm down. She is even reading books on managing her anger. Speaking of anger management, she is dealing with a task at hand. It is a task that she never thought she had to deal with. She has prayed to the gods for hundreds of years of performing something so agonizing, so painstaking that she has said to give her the stake so she can end herself.

"Willow, you are starting to hurt me." Willow returns from her mind, a place she is normally used to residing in her thoughts. Willow and Lincoln are sitting in his parents' van in front of the local pharmacy. Standing before them is the challenge at hand.

Willow turns to Lincoln, holding his hand in a pleading position. "Please, Lincoln. I never thought in my many years of my undead heart of this task." She grabs his hand tighter. "I will give you an off day. I will let you have a one-time opportunity of dominating me." She widens her eyes, her hands trembling at the task in front of her. It is glowing red like her eyes. It shines brightly on the car that they have taken without permission. Thankfully, Willow hypnotized them. They should be out for quite a while.

"Willow, relax," says Lincoln, giving her a kiss on the hand. Willow is happy with Lincoln's support. She returns his kiss by doing the same with his hand, followed by rubbing his hair. "We have practiced. We have trained. We even did some simulations with this."

"The simulations were horrible," interjects Willow. "It was so real that it was very scary." She turns to him once more. "Lincoln, you know I am not a beggar. I gave you two of my choices and you damn well know it hurts me to the core for not ravishing you. Please, Lincoln, please."

Lincoln keeps his composure. He is very determined on the task Willow has to do. "Willow, do you trust me?"

She looks awestruck by the question, let alone the response. "Do I trust you?"

"Of course, do you trust me?"

"Of course, I do. To some extent."

"Do you care about me?"

"Yes. You know I love you. You are my blood doll."

"Have I let you gone astray. Have I ran from anything of the things you have done to me?"

"No."

"Have I ran from the times you have bitten me?"

"No."

"Won't admit it to myself, but have I ran from the forced sex we had every now and again?"

"No," she sways her hair. "Even if it was "forced," you enjoyed it in the end."

"Then, you should trust me. You are going to let something like that scare you?"

Willow looks at the challenge right in front of her. Once again, if someone gives her a stake, she will end herself. Right in front of her is the horrible, painstaking Redbox machine.

The fallacy of being a technophobe.

"It is saying that I am such a failure, Lincoln," she tells Willow. "There is no way I can check out a DVD from that machine. Is there a video store close by?"

He tries to hold his laughter without angering the queen of the night. "There isn't, Willow. How about this. I will come out of the car and I will assist you. And by I mean assist, I will tell you what to do."

She lets out a loud sigh, followed by a slight pout. "Fine." She opens the door and slams it loudly. She furrows her eyes at Lincoln. "You know after the movie, I am going to…."

He looks away. "I know, I know. My neck and my body is ready."

"It better be," she tells him with sternness.

The duo stands beside the Redbox machine. Lincoln urges Willow to walk forward.

"Are you ready," asks Lincoln.

She takes steady breaths. "I can do this. I can do this. I have battled with lions and executioners. I can handle a machine." She turns to Lincoln. "My instructions?"

"Okay, the first thing you need to do is browse what kind of movie you want to watch."

"Movie got it!" She puts her finger to her lip. As she is scrolling on the screen, something hit her mind. "What kind of movie can we watch?" She turns to her blood doll. "Have we decide on a movie?"

"Um, whatever you want, dear."

"I think we should get something we can agree on."

"Are you sure? I even doubt we will finish it because of your quickness in sex."

She furrows her eyebrows. "Are you getting smart with me?"

He shakes his head in disagreement. "No, ma'am. You know I won't ever do that."

"Just make sure. I love you very, very much. But, you know how I easily I can take my rage." She winks at him. "You, too, is not an exception."

Lincoln doesn't need the reminder for the claws on his back is a reminder. He makes a promise to never question Willow on who is the better actress in a vampire movie. Even though he believes Kirsten Dunst played a better role than Kristen Stewart.

"Pick an Adam Sandler movie if they have that," suggests Lincoln.

Her eyes widen in excitement. "Can we get Billy Madison?"

"Yeah, we can. Do you see it?"

Willow looks in confusion. She keeps touching the screen. Each press gets harder and harder. Lincoln becomes concerned.

"Willow, calm down. I can help you find…."

It is too late. Willow wraps her fist and punches the screen. She pounces on it a couple of times before kicking the machine in. A few people from the parking lot displays concern. One of which pulls out a cell phone.

"Willow, we have to go. I don't, I mean, we don't need to explain to the cops about this. Especially if you are a vampire."

Willow remains standing in position. Not wanting to face the police, Lincoln grabs Willows by the shoulder. Willow displays a furious look to Lincoln. "You, blood doll. Must feed! Must breed!" She drags Lincoln away until they are far enough for her to fly away to her domain.

As he is flying to another night of not so gentle biting and rough, ravishing sex, he kept a smile on his face.

Of course, she is going to take advantage of me. Of course, she is not going to let me live this down. However, I am proud of her. The last time we were at a Redbox, she bust the windshield of that car she stole from that random person. So, her clicking on the screen is progress. Maybe next time. Maybe next time. God, this is going to be harder than I thought.