Part One
“DUCK WILLOW”
Willow shrank back into herself as the demon they were fighting took
a swing at her.
“Thanks Buffy”
Willow looked around to wards Buffy for a second, a second too long.
Neither of them
saw the demon come up from behind Willow.
The demon plunged a knife into Willows back piercing her heart.
With a small whimper Willow fell to the ground.
Buffy screamed at the faceless demon, and launched into a frenzied attack
of punches
and kicking legs.
She was so out of control due to her grief that she never saw Spike
come out of the
shadows and pick the fallen Witch up.
The demon could sense her grief and played on it.
“You let her die too young Slayer, her time wasn’t up.”
Buffy felt all the fight go out of her as she heard the truth from
the demon, she
felt herself go limp as she waited for the blackness of death to surround
her.
“I`m so sorry Willow.”
Buffy then faded into the welcoming embrace of death, sighing her last
mortal breath.
Spike put the red haired Witch down in his crypt. He didn’t want
to say goodbye, in
the past months she had become his one and only friend.
He turned away from her, he could no longer stand to look at her blood
soaked
clothes.
Willows eyes flew open, and a ragged intake of air was taken.
She sat up and looked
down at the blood which covered her clothes, she was confused, why
couldn’t she feel
any pain?
Spike lifted his head from where it had been resting on his knees, he
thought he was
seeing things, surely Willow couldn’t be alive. He hadn’t turned
her so what the
bloody hell was going on?
Their eyes locked as they looked at each other across the crypt.
“Spike what is happening to me? Willow was so confused
“I can honestly say that I don’t know pet, I wish to hell I did know I really do.”
Willow moved over to him. “Was I dead?”
“Yes luv I think you were. And before you ask I didn’t turn you.”
“I need to know what is going on, where’s Buffy? Maybe she can help.”
Spike looked at her, how could he tell her that her best friend the slayer was dead?
Willow saw the flash of pain and anger in Spikes blue eyes, and she
knew that Buffy
hadn’t made it. She knew that Buffy was dead.
“She died didn’t she.” It wasn’t a question it was more of a quiet statement.
“Yes luv I am so sorry. She fought the demon after it `killed`
you. But the pain of
loosing you and the grief got too much and she gave up.”
“We should go and see Giles, maybe he can help me.”
“After you go home and get changed luv, you really cant go and see him
covered in
blood can you?”
Willow looked at herself and shook her head. She knew he was right,
and on the one
occasion she didn’t want her parents to be at home they were.
“Okay we go to my house to get some clean clothes. But we have
to be careful, my
parents are home this weekend.”
“Lets get going before the sun comes up, and I get turned into a big pile of ash.”
They both walked to Willows in silence, when they got to the front door
Willow hoped
her parents would be asleep. As soon as she stepped into the
house she saw her
Father standing at the top of the stairs.
“Willow what on earth is going on here? And why are you covered in blood?”
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