Through the Dark
By: Lady Neptune
I never once thought that you had killed those kids, Will. The thought never crossed my mind. You're a witch. That's true. That's part of who you are. Part of why I love you. Did you know that, Willow? Did you know that I, Daniel Osbourne, love you? Well, I do.
But back to the whole witch thing. You do good. I know that. You'd never hurt innocent kids. Other, more evil Witches might, but never you. Never my sweet, considerate, loving Willow. You have a pure heart. And I'll stick by you and that heart, no matter what. Just like how you stick by me when I got bit. I can always stick by you. And I'll always try to protect you. But I haven't protected you, have I? When you needed me, I couldn't protect you. I should have protected you. From your mother and from that whole mob. Should have broken into your bedroom window and helped fight them off. Should have. But I failed. And now, through the dark I can hear chanting, the snap of a fire. But worst of all I can hear your screams Willow. Screams and calls for help that send chills down my spine. That make me weep and my soul ache. Because they're hurting you. They're scarring you. And no one hurts my Willow. No one scares my Willow. No one.
At this moment noting matters except your safety. Not our past, not Xander, not even that kiss. I just want to see you, be with you, know that you're all right. That you're safe.
I have no special powers. No telepathy. But still, through the dark I will you to hold on. With my own, feeble mind I will you to endure the pain, to just stay alive until I can get to you. Until I can save you. You can't die, Willow. Not now, not after I've just got you back. I can't live without you. I know that, without a doubt. I love you and can't go on without you. So, hold on Willow. Just hold on.
It's dark in here. Behind me I can hear Xander breathing hard. Mice, rats and other things unseen scurry around us, over our hands. No doubt my legs and elbows are covered in bruises. Scratches cover me hand and my knees are scrapped almost to the bone. The wolf in me can smell blood. My blood. But this I can ignore. For I must get to you. I must save you. So still I crawl. Still I make my way through the darkness. My head aches from the numerous times I've hit it against the low ceiling of the ducts. Yet through the darkness I come. I come in love. In worry. In search for you, My Willow. My precious Willow. Through the dark I come to you. To you my precious little Wiccan Willow. To you, I come. Through the Darkness.
By: Lady Neptune
I never once thought that you had killed those kids, Will. The thought never crossed my mind. You're a witch. That's true. That's part of who you are. Part of why I love you. Did you know that, Willow? Did you know that I, Daniel Osbourne, love you? Well, I do.
But back to the whole witch thing. You do good. I know that. You'd never hurt innocent kids. Other, more evil Witches might, but never you. Never my sweet, considerate, loving Willow. You have a pure heart. And I'll stick by you and that heart, no matter what. Just like how you stick by me when I got bit. I can always stick by you. And I'll always try to protect you. But I haven't protected you, have I? When you needed me, I couldn't protect you. I should have protected you. From your mother and from that whole mob. Should have broken into your bedroom window and helped fight them off. Should have. But I failed. And now, through the dark I can hear chanting, the snap of a fire. But worst of all I can hear your screams Willow. Screams and calls for help that send chills down my spine. That make me weep and my soul ache. Because they're hurting you. They're scarring you. And no one hurts my Willow. No one scares my Willow. No one.
At this moment noting matters except your safety. Not our past, not Xander, not even that kiss. I just want to see you, be with you, know that you're all right. That you're safe.
I have no special powers. No telepathy. But still, through the dark I will you to hold on. With my own, feeble mind I will you to endure the pain, to just stay alive until I can get to you. Until I can save you. You can't die, Willow. Not now, not after I've just got you back. I can't live without you. I know that, without a doubt. I love you and can't go on without you. So, hold on Willow. Just hold on.
It's dark in here. Behind me I can hear Xander breathing hard. Mice, rats and other things unseen scurry around us, over our hands. No doubt my legs and elbows are covered in bruises. Scratches cover me hand and my knees are scrapped almost to the bone. The wolf in me can smell blood. My blood. But this I can ignore. For I must get to you. I must save you. So still I crawl. Still I make my way through the darkness. My head aches from the numerous times I've hit it against the low ceiling of the ducts. Yet through the darkness I come. I come in love. In worry. In search for you, My Willow. My precious Willow. Through the dark I come to you. To you my precious little Wiccan Willow. To you, I come. Through the Darkness.