It was near sunrise. Angel returned to the mansion only minutes after Willow and Spike had gotten through the door. The moment he walked in, he was informed by Spike that Willow had gone to bed and that Spike was on his way to bed in the room that he had commandeered. Angel, seeing the wisdom in getting some sleep, not to mention the fact that he was worn out both physically and emotionally from the earlier search for Willow, decided that he was going to get some sleep as well.
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Willow waited until after sunrise to get up. She crept out of the room that she had taken and looked for any sign of movement in the mansion. Finding none, she slipped out of the mansion and into the daylight.
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Wesley awoke in his hospital bed to find Willow standing over him with no expression on her face.
"You tried to kill me." she said in a flat emotionless voice.
"I-I-I had to s-stop it." Wesley stuttered out.
She cocked her head and replied "That wasn't very nice of you."
"You are dangerous and must be stopped"
"No, not nice at all. I wonder what the Watchers Council does to watchers who try to kill innocent people? After all, we saw what they tried to do to Faith and she's a Slayer and it was an accident. Whereas you deliberately tried to kill someone and you're just an easily replaceable watcher." She looked up absently, obviously mulling something over. Finally she looked back down at him and said "But then again, the council can be so tedious, and they could get it wrong. We wouldn't want that, now would we?" She began tapping her fingers on the bed as she muttered "Hmmm.... What to do, what to do...."
"I did what-" Wesley began.
"I know!" Willow exclaimed, cutting him off. "Let's just forget all about the council and settle this here and now!" With that, she grabbed his wrist and Wesley screamed as the feeling of white-hot lava invaded his bones.
After a few minutes of this, Willow released him and he curled up in a fetal position, whimpering.
"Now, you aren't going to try anything stupid like that again are you?" she asked with a sugary-sweet smile.
"N-n-no" he managed to whimper.
"Good." She lifted her hand slightly, and Wesley felt
icy fingers surround his heart. "I hold your heart in my hand, all I have
to do is squeeze, and
then no more Wesley. And I can squeeze at any time, so
just remember that the next time you get the urge to kill."
All Wesley could do was nod weakly.
"Now, you hurry up and get better. After all, Buffy needs a watcher. Bye" she said nicely as she walked out the door.
Wesley tried to curl up further, as the tears of pain and fear rolled down his cheeks.
Willow hummed to herself as she walked back to the mansion, a smile on her face and a bounce in her step.