After The End Of The End

Willow started shrieking hysterically when Ace climbed on top of her, flashbacks of the past mixing with the present as she hit his chest as hard as she could, not caring about her broken wrist. Throat growing tired, she tried to beg in a strangled voice, 

"Please.. Please dont.." Ace simply smirked, 

"Finally, some begging!" The look in his eyes caused Willow to tremble harder, screaming again despite her mangled throat. Tears streamed down her face, soaking her hair as she called for her lover, 

"TARA!! HELP!" With a soft sob, she continued desperately, "HELP, SOMEBODY!" Ace just laughed, slamming her back against the floor by her shoulders when she tried to get up again, 

"Scream all you want! Nobody can hear you!" Willow made a strangled sob as he tore the rest of her clothes from her, sneering down at her exposed body, "Nobody is coming to save you!" Suddenly, the door crashed open, revealing an enraged, blonde beauty. 

"I beg to differ." Ace snarled in frustration of two kinds, freezing when his magic was suddenly bound. 

"You.. You bitch!" Without his magic, his confidence flattered slightly. In an instant, Willow found herself lifted off the ground, held tight against Ace with a knife at her throat. "Stay back there! Come any closer - or try any magic - and I'll kill her!" To emphasize his point, he pressed the cold metal against Willows skin enough to draw a drop of blood. Willow bit back a whimper of pain and fright, looking up at Tara. Images of those dead women flashed in her mind, and her stomach clenched once in fear then hardened. 

"Do it!" She yelled to Tara, smiling slightly when she noticed a glimpse of what must be the gang behind her. A small wince slipped when Ace pressed the knife harder, taking steps back and pulling her with him. "Just kill him.. Its okay." Tara shook her head, 

"W-Willow-" Willow blinked sadly at the pain in Taras eyes, 

"We can't let him kill more women.. We know he wont stop unless he's dead." Ace backed up more, 

"Is it worth her life?" He hissed, a hint of fear in his voice. With a regretful glance at the floor, Taras initial shock and dismay faded and she took a deep breath, lifting her hand, which sparked. Willow tensed for the pain when the knife pressed even harder, as Ace prepared to pull it harshly across her throat.

((All I can say is that we're nearing the end, folks.))