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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4,375
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Chapter Two
Willow looked around the Magic Box, a smile slowly tugging at her lips. "I know where you are," she said to herself. "After all this time, I can finally feel you."
Willow knew what she had to do, but there was a small part of her that disagreed. A small part of her telling her not to give in to the pain and fear and vengeance. 'But that is the old Willow' she thought to herself. 'A Willow that no longer exists.'.
Smiling broadly, almost maniacally, Willow spoke a few words of Latin and disappeared from the Magic Box.
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"Is she going to be okay?" Xander asked as he spotted the Doctor coming in to the waiting room.
"Well, we managed to extract the bullet and her vital signs have stabilised. The next few hours are going to be critical. As long as nothing unexpected happens, it looks as though she'll pull through." The doctor spoke in as comforting a manner as possible.
"She's been very lucky. There's nothing you can do now, so you'd be better off going home and getting some sleep; she's not going to be up to visitors for quite a while anyway."
"Okay," Xander responded numbly, knowing that he wouldn't leave the hospital while Buffy was still there. He'd slept in the waiting room enough times over the years that it was almost like a second bedroom to him.
Finding a payphone, Xander shoved all the spare change he had in his pockets into it then dialed the number he needed from memory. He heard the phone being picked up quickly, than after a short delay, a strong English accent came through.
"Rupert Giles speaking."
"Giles," Xander began, then paused, not sure exactly how to say what he needed to.
On the other end of the phone, Giles could tell something was wrong, Xander's voice lacked its normal jovial tone. The pause after he said his name spoke more than any words could have.
"What is it, Xander? What's happened?" Giles asked, an urgency in his voice. The coven he was involved with had not long since contacted him to tell him of a magical upsurge in Sunnydale, and now, coupled with Xander phoning him, his mind was racing with the possibilities.
"It's Buffy," Xander replied hesitantly, his voice almost cracking from the thought of what had happened. "She's been shot. The doctors have got her stable, but it's still touch and go. I need you here, Giles. We need you here."
"And Willow? Is she okay? What about Dawn and Tara?" Giles asked.
"Oh God, Giles. I don't know. Willow's disappeared. I don't know where Tara is and Dawn should still be in school. Somebody needs to get Dawn, Giles, but I can't leave Buffy." Panic had now come over Xander, and he was reduced to babbling. "I need to be here when she wakes up."
"I'll be there soon," Giles responded and then hung up the phone, not giving Xander the chance to respond.
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"I knew you'd choose here." Willow whispered to herself. The knowledge she'd sucked from the old books allowing her to use the teleportation spell to take her almost directly to a specific person.
Conjuring up a guiding light, she asked her question of it and off it flew through the woodland with Willow running quickly behind.
Within a few minutes the woodland started to clear, making the ground Willow was traversing easier to run over, and then opened up to reveal a temple of sorts.
"No." Willow said to herself. "Not a temple. A monastery. How amusing."
Willow walked confidently into the monastery, still following the light she'd conjured, until she saw who she had been looking for. He didn't notice her at first, caught up in his contemplations, but he slowly became aware of a figure having entered the room.
Turning around, Oz saw a face that he had never dared hope that he would see again. But he could immediately tell that something was off with Willow and it wasn't just because of what, to him, looked like a very drastic makeover.
"Willow?" He asked, almost nervously.
"Hello lover." Willow said as she quickly wrapped her arms around him and whispered the words of Latin that now came to her so easily, whisking them both away from the monastery back to Willow's room, complete with the dead form of Tara still lying on the floor.
"Willow, what's going on?" Oz asked as he tried to buy time to take in his new surroundings.
"Vengeance" was Willow's simple reply before again relying on her new knowledge, binding Oz's hands together and sending him into the wardrobe.
"I'll be back, lover," she said to Oz, almost congenially. "I need to rest and then make sure that we won't be disturbed."
With that, Willow closed the wardrobe doors on Oz, leaving him alone in the darkness to contemplate what Willow had in store for him.
Willow knew what she had to do, but there was a small part of her that disagreed. A small part of her telling her not to give in to the pain and fear and vengeance. 'But that is the old Willow' she thought to herself. 'A Willow that no longer exists.'.
Smiling broadly, almost maniacally, Willow spoke a few words of Latin and disappeared from the Magic Box.
__________________________________________________________________________________
"Is she going to be okay?" Xander asked as he spotted the Doctor coming in to the waiting room.
"Well, we managed to extract the bullet and her vital signs have stabilised. The next few hours are going to be critical. As long as nothing unexpected happens, it looks as though she'll pull through." The doctor spoke in as comforting a manner as possible.
"She's been very lucky. There's nothing you can do now, so you'd be better off going home and getting some sleep; she's not going to be up to visitors for quite a while anyway."
"Okay," Xander responded numbly, knowing that he wouldn't leave the hospital while Buffy was still there. He'd slept in the waiting room enough times over the years that it was almost like a second bedroom to him.
Finding a payphone, Xander shoved all the spare change he had in his pockets into it then dialed the number he needed from memory. He heard the phone being picked up quickly, than after a short delay, a strong English accent came through.
"Rupert Giles speaking."
"Giles," Xander began, then paused, not sure exactly how to say what he needed to.
On the other end of the phone, Giles could tell something was wrong, Xander's voice lacked its normal jovial tone. The pause after he said his name spoke more than any words could have.
"What is it, Xander? What's happened?" Giles asked, an urgency in his voice. The coven he was involved with had not long since contacted him to tell him of a magical upsurge in Sunnydale, and now, coupled with Xander phoning him, his mind was racing with the possibilities.
"It's Buffy," Xander replied hesitantly, his voice almost cracking from the thought of what had happened. "She's been shot. The doctors have got her stable, but it's still touch and go. I need you here, Giles. We need you here."
"And Willow? Is she okay? What about Dawn and Tara?" Giles asked.
"Oh God, Giles. I don't know. Willow's disappeared. I don't know where Tara is and Dawn should still be in school. Somebody needs to get Dawn, Giles, but I can't leave Buffy." Panic had now come over Xander, and he was reduced to babbling. "I need to be here when she wakes up."
"I'll be there soon," Giles responded and then hung up the phone, not giving Xander the chance to respond.
__________________________________________________________________________________
"I knew you'd choose here." Willow whispered to herself. The knowledge she'd sucked from the old books allowing her to use the teleportation spell to take her almost directly to a specific person.
Conjuring up a guiding light, she asked her question of it and off it flew through the woodland with Willow running quickly behind.
Within a few minutes the woodland started to clear, making the ground Willow was traversing easier to run over, and then opened up to reveal a temple of sorts.
"No." Willow said to herself. "Not a temple. A monastery. How amusing."
Willow walked confidently into the monastery, still following the light she'd conjured, until she saw who she had been looking for. He didn't notice her at first, caught up in his contemplations, but he slowly became aware of a figure having entered the room.
Turning around, Oz saw a face that he had never dared hope that he would see again. But he could immediately tell that something was off with Willow and it wasn't just because of what, to him, looked like a very drastic makeover.
"Willow?" He asked, almost nervously.
"Hello lover." Willow said as she quickly wrapped her arms around him and whispered the words of Latin that now came to her so easily, whisking them both away from the monastery back to Willow's room, complete with the dead form of Tara still lying on the floor.
"Willow, what's going on?" Oz asked as he tried to buy time to take in his new surroundings.
"Vengeance" was Willow's simple reply before again relying on her new knowledge, binding Oz's hands together and sending him into the wardrobe.
"I'll be back, lover," she said to Oz, almost congenially. "I need to rest and then make sure that we won't be disturbed."
With that, Willow closed the wardrobe doors on Oz, leaving him alone in the darkness to contemplate what Willow had in store for him.