Rating: R (or something like it)
Pairing: W/S/A(us)
Summary: Will gets turned- various POV's
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot, the bits of songs I used belong to the artists and the characters belong to Joss
Feedback: PLEASE!!!! I need to know if I should keep sending stuff out there! (And thanks to everyone who liked "Innocent" and "Meaning of Life")
Notes: *grin* once again I did a song-fic... Actually, it's bits and
pieces of a bunch of songs chosen to accompany the story. I 'borrowed'
the title from a Laurell K. Hamilton book... Those of you who haven't read
her books, should. They're *AWESOME*... Anyway, tell me if you like it...
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Matchbox20
she had said, don't cry
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*~ I can't really remember exactly what happened that night. It was raining, and I was... I wasn't there when she fell. Not Buffy. As much as it would hurt if it had been the slayer, this was much worse. Willow. My beautiful friend. My best friend.
*~ She's gone. Or at least what had made her Willow is gone. Her soul. Her body's still here, still beautiful. But her soul left. I wish I could've been there. I wish I could have done *something*. I wish I could have died with her.
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Matchbox20
"Tired"
but hurt's a funny thing and
it makes you stronger
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Buffy's POV
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*~ I not only lost a best friend, I've also lost a piece of my own soul. I'm the slayer... I'm supposed to protect the innocent. I'm supposed to protect them. I failed.
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Orgy
"Platinum"
what might have been was never the way you visioned things
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Giles' POV
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*~ She was like a daughter. Closer to me than even my slayer. I loved her. I still love her, despite what she's become. It's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that she's a demon with the face of a friend. I have the curse... It was written in my journal just in case of something like this.
*~ I'm afraid I'll be too late.
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Disturbed
"Want"
your mind wont let you say that you're wondering now, pondering now, hungering won't let you say that you're questioning, wavering, weakening you mind won't let you say that you're hearkening, listening, heeding me now won't let you say that you want
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Angel's POV
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*~ Looking at her, I can tell she's happier. But then, that could be because of the presence of my favorite childe and the absence of her soul.
*~ "Come on, grandad," she purrs, standing mere inches away from me, her green eyes sparkling with mirth. It's hard to believe she's one of us. One thin, pale hand touches my chest and I can feel her coldness through my shirt. I strain against my bonds, trying to break free. "You can be my teacher... My lover..."
*~ Spike clears his throat and moves behind her, his hands reaching out to grasp her hips and pull her back against him, hard. "It'll be just like old times," he smirks at me, his blue eyes showing a depth of emotion I'd thought him incapable of. Despite the screaming of my soul, I feel my body responding both to Willow and to my eldest childe.
*~ "I do think he likes us," Willow says as she grinds against Spike coyly. I watch as Spike's eyelids close halfway and a low growl slowly trickles out of his mouth. He smirks over at me as he lowers his mouth to nibble at the tender skin of her neck with his blunt teeth.
*~ "I do think you're right," he replies, raising his ice-blue eyes to look determinedly into mine. With that one look, I knew I was lost.
*~ The ability to deny my eldest was never a trait I possessed. I never could resist him in anything.
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Duran Duran
"View to a Kill"
dance into the fire
to fatal sounds of broken dreams
dance into the fire
that fatal kiss is all we need
dance into the fire
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Willow's POV
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*~ I finally have everything I've ever wanted. Power, love, and life. As I watch my two lovers moving together gracefully, I smile wickedly. I have what I want. But that won't stop me from taking more. And more.
*~ The Watcher is going to try to curse me. Little does he know that I have already thought of it... and I have destroyed all record and all memory of the curse. The spell is gone. And as soon as I finish with the Watcher and his little slayer, they won't be thinking of curses. Neither will my best friend. Little boy will be mine as well.
*~ Just as Spike and Angelus are mine, soon so will they.
*~ But not yet. Spike grabs my ankle and pulls me underneath him. I have too much to... do here. They're not going anywhere. But they will... I kiss my sire, fangs slicing his tounge as we- all three- move toward climax. I'll make sure of it.
*~ We'll be a family. And we'll dance...
END!!!