The Wolf, The Witch and The Wardrobe
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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The Wolf, The Witch and The Wardrobe
"No." Willow screamed as she held Tara in her arms, blood splattered across her top.
"Bring her back, you have to."
"This was a natural death, you have no right to request her return." With that statement, the ethereal face that Willow had conjured before her disappeared.
"How is this natural?" Willow shouted to the empty space. "This could never be natural." The last statement was more to herself than anyone else as she realised that she was alone in the room.
Lifting her head, tears streaming down her face and mixing with Tara's blood, Willow realised what she had to do, what she needed to do to take the pain away. Slowly, she closed Tara's open eyes, kissed her gently, then stood up and strode away to find the man responsible for her pain.
Walking out of Buffy's house, Willow didn't even take in the scene before, and hardly heard Xander's words.
"Not now, Xander. There's something I've got to do."
"But… Buffy," was all that Xander managed to get out before he realised that Willow wasn't listening, and he turned back and concentrated on what the paramedics were asking him.
"One gunshot." Xander told them. "About twenty minutes ago. Yeah, I'll ride with you." And with that Willow was totally forgotten about.
Willow had taken no heed of Xander, and honestly, she wasn't really interested in anything that he had to say. Tara, the only person she had ever truly loved, had been taken and the man who had made her feel this much pain had to pay. Vengeance would truly be hers, and the anger in her heart was the only thing she could think of.
Willow kept on walking, not letting anything deter her from her path. She didn't even spare a glance at the oncoming traffic as she crossed each street.
Finally, the Magic Box came into view and Willow automatically drew out the spare key she kept for the few times that Anya wasn't there. Unlocking the door, Willow was silently thankful that this was one of those times. Still, she knew it truly wouldn't matter. Anya would never be able to stop her from doing what she had to do. Willow quickly locked the door behind her, not wanting to be disturbed while she took what she needed for her plan. She could feel her mind opening up, ready to absorb the knowledge she sought. It was almost as if the grief she felt for Tara was feeding her magical powers, giving her some understanding as to why the spell she'd cast after Oz left had been so potent.
Willow knew that Giles had left the books she needed, they were too volatile to be moved over a long distance, plus they would have aroused suspicion going through customs. The titles alone would have given rise to serious doubts over Giles' personal life being all that healthy, especially regarding virgins. Willow was glad that he had left them behind; the Dark Magicks were what she needed now, what her grief was guiding her towards.
Putting all of the books on the table, Willow looked almost gleefully at them, not knowing how she knew what to do next, just that she did know and that HE must pay for the pain she was going through. That HE must know the pain that she was feeling and that, if she could, she would make him feel that same pain. Her anguish and grief guided her, letting her know which books to select and which ones weren't needed until the table was groaning under the weight of so many old volumes.
Willow opened the first book and just put her hands palm down on it, absorbing the magic that was buried within its pages, allowing it to flow freely into her willing mind, to fill the gaps in her magical knowledge, allowing her a magical capability she never knew she could achieve. Willow didn't even feel the change as her hair turned black, almost as if the ink that was draining from the books as she absorbed their essence was dyeing her hair. Her eyes turning the same colour, just as they had when she had cast several major spells before. The veins on her face became prominent, almost standing out and pulsating with the flow of magic through her system. She could feel herself tingling with magickal energy creating an almost sexual need within her that blended with her grief into something painful yet powerful. It was a need she had to satisfy.
It only took a few minutes for Willow to suck the books dry, leaving behind her a table full of books with empty pages, as useless as kindling in the Southern California summer. All their power was now stored in Willow, driving her desire for revenge even further until that was all that was left in her, the need for vengeance and for the man that did this to her to suffer as much as she was.
"Watch out world, Mommy's come out to play."
"Bring her back, you have to."
"This was a natural death, you have no right to request her return." With that statement, the ethereal face that Willow had conjured before her disappeared.
"How is this natural?" Willow shouted to the empty space. "This could never be natural." The last statement was more to herself than anyone else as she realised that she was alone in the room.
Lifting her head, tears streaming down her face and mixing with Tara's blood, Willow realised what she had to do, what she needed to do to take the pain away. Slowly, she closed Tara's open eyes, kissed her gently, then stood up and strode away to find the man responsible for her pain.
Walking out of Buffy's house, Willow didn't even take in the scene before, and hardly heard Xander's words.
"Not now, Xander. There's something I've got to do."
"But… Buffy," was all that Xander managed to get out before he realised that Willow wasn't listening, and he turned back and concentrated on what the paramedics were asking him.
"One gunshot." Xander told them. "About twenty minutes ago. Yeah, I'll ride with you." And with that Willow was totally forgotten about.
Willow had taken no heed of Xander, and honestly, she wasn't really interested in anything that he had to say. Tara, the only person she had ever truly loved, had been taken and the man who had made her feel this much pain had to pay. Vengeance would truly be hers, and the anger in her heart was the only thing she could think of.
Willow kept on walking, not letting anything deter her from her path. She didn't even spare a glance at the oncoming traffic as she crossed each street.
Finally, the Magic Box came into view and Willow automatically drew out the spare key she kept for the few times that Anya wasn't there. Unlocking the door, Willow was silently thankful that this was one of those times. Still, she knew it truly wouldn't matter. Anya would never be able to stop her from doing what she had to do. Willow quickly locked the door behind her, not wanting to be disturbed while she took what she needed for her plan. She could feel her mind opening up, ready to absorb the knowledge she sought. It was almost as if the grief she felt for Tara was feeding her magical powers, giving her some understanding as to why the spell she'd cast after Oz left had been so potent.
Willow knew that Giles had left the books she needed, they were too volatile to be moved over a long distance, plus they would have aroused suspicion going through customs. The titles alone would have given rise to serious doubts over Giles' personal life being all that healthy, especially regarding virgins. Willow was glad that he had left them behind; the Dark Magicks were what she needed now, what her grief was guiding her towards.
Putting all of the books on the table, Willow looked almost gleefully at them, not knowing how she knew what to do next, just that she did know and that HE must pay for the pain she was going through. That HE must know the pain that she was feeling and that, if she could, she would make him feel that same pain. Her anguish and grief guided her, letting her know which books to select and which ones weren't needed until the table was groaning under the weight of so many old volumes.
Willow opened the first book and just put her hands palm down on it, absorbing the magic that was buried within its pages, allowing it to flow freely into her willing mind, to fill the gaps in her magical knowledge, allowing her a magical capability she never knew she could achieve. Willow didn't even feel the change as her hair turned black, almost as if the ink that was draining from the books as she absorbed their essence was dyeing her hair. Her eyes turning the same colour, just as they had when she had cast several major spells before. The veins on her face became prominent, almost standing out and pulsating with the flow of magic through her system. She could feel herself tingling with magickal energy creating an almost sexual need within her that blended with her grief into something painful yet powerful. It was a need she had to satisfy.
It only took a few minutes for Willow to suck the books dry, leaving behind her a table full of books with empty pages, as useless as kindling in the Southern California summer. All their power was now stored in Willow, driving her desire for revenge even further until that was all that was left in her, the need for vengeance and for the man that did this to her to suffer as much as she was.
"Watch out world, Mommy's come out to play."