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Body withered,
Body Died
Time to take
Away this life
-3 Doors Down-
"Down Poison"
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*~ She was dying. She knew it better than she knew her
own name. There was blood everywhere, most of it
pouring from the wound around the knife still sticking
in her ribs, puncturing her left lung. It was getting
harder to breathe, and she struggled to draw in
breath. She coughed weakly, involuntarily. It hurt.
She turned her head to the side and spit the blood
pooling in her mouth. Gathering her strength, she
wrapped her small hands around the knife blade and
pulled.
*~ She screamed weakly as it came loose and clattered
to the concrete floor beside her. She coughed and
moaned, gagging on her own blood. She rolled over on
her side, gasping at the pain, gasping for air. Her
green eyes roamed the area, looking for any sign of
the people who'd done this to her. The vampires, and
the Slayer gone bad.
*~ There was no sign of the vampires, but the Slayer
was still there, sitting on a crate, swinging her
sneakered feet back and forth idly. She gritted her
teeth, resisting the urge to cough again. More blood
was coming up, and she put her hands underneath her
and pulled herself into sitting position by pure
stubbornness alone. She spit the blood on the ground,
nearly gagging again.
*~ "Damnit, Red, why aren't you dead yet?" the dark
haired slayer asked, her dark eyes flashing with
amusement. "I wanted to wrap you up all nice and send
you to Slutty for her birthday."
*~ "S-... sorry..." her voice was hoarse and strangled
and barely over a whisper. "T... t... to dissapoint...
you."
*~ "Oh, you didn't dissapoint me, not at all," Faith
chuckled, getting to her feet in one quick, graceful
movement. "You're still bleeding."
*~ Willow squeezed her eyes shut and pulled on more of
her rapidly disappearing strength and pulled herself
to her feet using another crate. She was dying, she
knew that, but maybe she wouldn't have to stay dead.
She remembered a spell she'd seen in Giles' stash of
magick books. A smile touched her bloody lips as she
looked at the slayer.
*~ "Why are you smiling, Red," Faith demanded harshly,
stepping closer. "Doesn't look to me like you've had a
lot to smile about tonight."
*~ "B'cause you're a stupid person, Faith, if you
think I'm going to die this easily." Willow's lips
hadn't moved, but Faith had heard her voice anyway.
Silently, Willow spoke the words that would seal her
fate forever. When it was over, there were no flashing
lights, no loud booms, nothing spectacular. Willow
Rosenburg fell to the cold, unforgiving floor of an
obscure warehouse, and ceased to breathe.
*~ "Aw, poor little Red," the dark haired slayer
purred, a smirk playing across her scarlet lips. "What
shall we do with you now? Hm... how about..."
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