Rated: PG-13 (for swearing and violence) could be R soon.
Disclaimer: Willow and BtVS characters along with Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon, UPN & the WB. The plot though is all ours.
Spoilers: Everything up to the episode Wrecked on BtVS and all three seasons of Angel just to be safe.
Distribution: A Rose In Shadows, Diana C's Fiction, Fallen Angel's Saviours and any other site that wants to post this fic.
Summary: Willow's changed, embracing her dark side there's more behind it than meets the eye. Hell bent on revenge will she destroy the old gang or herself?
(When you thought it was the end, sometimes embracing the dark is the way back to the light)
Classification: Romance, Horror, Time Travel & Angst.
Pairing(s): Willow/Angel(us) & Willow/Spike.
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Dedication(s):
(From Diana C.) - Thanks to my muse, as I named him Terrann, finally I have something! To Kermit of course for being my partner in crime, it's a miracle we got anything out, one down how many to go? Lastly to Chrissy for BETAing the fic, your a life savior. Lastly thanks to Christmas break and of course Orlando Bloom... Oh and NUMBER 1 is to the readers of this fic for even taking the time... and Willow Fans Forever!
~Prologue~ (This part written by Aidan Paige (aka Diana C.)
December, 2003. Sunnydale Psychiatric Facility
"Let me out!" the figure screamed, slamming her whole body at full force upon the padded walls. Anger coursed through her veins as uncontained rage flew like uncontrolled energy around her, making the lights break and flicker in and out.
Trying to tare up the walls she continued to slam and pound yelling in fury. It sometimes went like this for hours. Grabbing her head she felt mind racking pain vibrate throughout her body, making her tremble.
<They laugh at you, they want to control you> a sinister voice echoed in her mind. The words were cruel and mocking, repeating like a broken record.
"NEVER!" Her cut nails dug into her ragged un-kept hair as she pounded her legs with fury, crying out.
"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! I SWEAR!!!!!" she bellowed. Leaping to her feet she continued to pound. Using her energy she lashed out, ripping off part of the padded side wall. Her temples pounded and she felt blood start to pour out her nostrils as she forced her imprisoned energy to barely come out.
Whipping back like an elastic band, she felt the energy slam back making her almost pass out. Her knuckles bleeding, she pounded the now unpadded wall, hoping for a way out.
The locked doors burst opened and Willow whipped around starting to charge but was caught, multiple guards and nurses rushed in holding her down. She screamed in fury, fighting, clawing, like a caged animal she fought desperately for freedom.
Finally being overpowered, she still continued to kick. Yelling for help she clenched her teeth while trying to slap and then bite. Her eyes widened as she caught the site of familiar forms outside her door.
They looked at her with such pity that her eyes glowed black with rage, she cursed them, fighting with renewed strength. "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE! YOU HEAR! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!!! I CURSE THE DAY WE WERE EVER MET; I'LL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!!" Struggling, she didn't notice one of the guards take out a vial, and a newly unwrapped needle being stuck into it, only aware of the betrayer and her following band of mice.
Her eyes bled as she tried with all her might to lash out, rage blinded her, red fury bellowed. Never had she hated as much as she hated them.
"Their hurting her." The bitch's voice rang out in distress.
<Oh great, good show, play it up all you want whore> she laughed cruelly, her eyes like hot coals, piercing her enemy.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN HOLD ME FOREVER!???? YOU CAN'T, YOU MAKE MY RAGE GROW STRONGER. YOU WILL PAY, I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!! KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HEAR ME??? BUFFY! I'LL DEDICATE THE REST OF MY LIFE TO HUNTING YOU DOWN AND MAKING YOU SUFFER! I'LL NEVER FOR-"The needle pieced her skin, the drugs burned, and the drugs worked quickly.
Before Willow gave into darkness, she laughed cruelly; her lifeless, cold eyes being dilated, as only a few now held her. She lay down looking up into the cracked lights as she continued to laugh, unknown to people around her. As they let go, leaving her laying there, a single tear slipped out of her eye, trailing down her pale skin. Her hands and feet lay limp, she couldn't feel them anymore.
"I'll never-forgive you, it's only a matter. of. time-"with that Willow gave into darkness, her last thought was of the cruel laughter that echoed all around her, bitter dreams and broken hopes lay all around her. Memories of betrayal echoed, of what would never be, of what once was, and what could never again be.
Crying could be heard in the distance, the redhead never heard.
~Part 1~ (by Diana C.)
Mist hung in the air masking the outer edge of Sunnydale Cemetery. The spot was hidden away from the other terrifying ordeals of the night. A refuge of sorts, with a figure gone unnoticed, covered by the shadows within.
A flicker of light could barely be seen; faint traces of smoke cleared the mist, and floated into the night air as they faded away into oblivion. Shallow breathing could scarcely be detected, but they were there all the same.
Slightly away from the secluded spot where the figure watched on with interest, a female battled savagely with no mercy. The woman fought swiftly, fighting half a dozen figures that rushed upon her. None of them noticed their audience.
As the battle raged on, the red figure's hair came slightly into the open. Smiling cruelly, she threw her cigarette on the ground as she watched the last of the figures vanish, being defeated by the blonde fighter. Using the heel of her boot the redhead snuffed out the remains of her burning cigarette, but not the burning of her rage.
"Still never changes Buffy, still the same as always," the figure whispered as she tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears, eyes narrowing in dismay at the girl. Buffy brushed herself off making some witty half comment to her dead foes.
Shaking her head, she watched tears slip out of the Slayer's eyes. Watching, measuring, thinking, always thinking, always planning.
"Oh poor Buffy, wallowing in self pity. I can see through your act Buffy, maybe you can't but I can."
The Slayer turned her head around in the direction of which redhead stood. Willow smiled stepping quickly back into the mist.
"That's right. cry, you are at your weakest. Even though they know it, the weakling's can do nothing but watch, they're pathetic. just like you. If Angelus knew any thing other than his own torn pride and think beyond his cock than maybe you'd be dead already. But you see where they failed I will not, I fully intend to take advantage of the situation. I will break you Slayer; it's only a matter of time. A time when you least expect it, from the most unlikely of sources." Willow chuckled insanely, watching the Slayer's retreating back.
"Will"
Whipping around, Willow stopped when she came face-to-face with her only ally.
"Amy"
"Why didn't you do something?" the blonde witch asked looking after the Slayer, while pointedly meeting her companions eye's once more.
"Patience, it's a virtue, a gift, the key you see. To do something so fast would be spoiling the goods. No, I have much bigger plans, painful lessons for our 'sweet' Buffy. Ones I plan to follow through on and ones I plan to succeed at."
Looking at Amy her eyes glittered with excitement, "Who says I can't have a little fun, that we can't have a little pleasure hmm?"
Turning back to the barely visible Slayer, "What will be has not yet come into effect, she will not understand and I intend to break her before she can ever wound me."
"What about the others?"
"The others will play their part too, for what is a Slayer without friends? They will all get what's coming to them. They are my pawns and I am their master."
"What about Angelus and his gang?"
"What of them?" Willow stated turning away and meeting her friend's eyes.
"Won't they cause problems? I mean it is conflict of interest."
"They play their own part, we can all play nice, they stay out of my way, I'll stay out of theirs. If they can damage them like they did before than it will be an even greater opening for me. If they get in the way, 'conflict of interest' you but it, then we'll deal with them when it comes to that."
Turning, the figure disappeared into the shadows, her companion trailing behind and vanishing completely from sight.
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