Title: In death you find life.

Author: Brandy

or Stephanie_macmahon_

Disclaimer: I own Don. Buffy and gang belongs to Joss. The WWE people belong to Vince.

Rating:R for graphic images and violence.

Disclaimer: Own Don only. Everyone else is owned by the gods of my world... also known as Vince and Joss.

Pairing:It's a suprise.

Spoilers: None. No roster split.

Summery: Can't really say without giving away the chapter. But just think what would have happened if instead of killing Willows fish Angeluse had killed something else.

A/N: Ok a few changes. Jenny is still alive. Oz was freaked out after the whole vampire being dust thing at Buffys birthday. I can't spell all that well I have ran this through a spell check so just let me know if I have any spelling mistakes that it missed. And Please no Flaming.

Sixteen year-old Willow Rosenberg walked home from her best friend Buffy Summers' house. The wind blew softly, whipping her red hair in her face. Willow swatted it away, as she thought about everything that had happened the last few days. Buffy's birthday had been a disaster, Oz hadn't called her since, Xander had been secretly dating Cordelia Chase and Giles and Jenny were fighting. Worse of all, Angel--the resident vampire of the gang--was evil. Not just evil; he was now back with his old running buddies, Dru and Spike. He was now Angelus, the worst vampire in history.

Willow sighed as she reached the French doors to her room. She opened the door and walked into her house. Her phone was ringing, so she ran to her bedside table and picked it up, just knowing it was Buffy.

"Hello?" Willow answered as she brought the phone up to her ear.

"Wills. Hey, I was calling to check on you. I was worried. Why didn't you want me to walk you home? It would have been safer." came the Slayer's reply.

Willow sighed again and responded that she just wanted to be alone and think. Buffy then cracked that Willow thought too much and thinking too much was dangerous.

Willow started to reply when she saw an envelope on her bed. It was an ordinary looking envelope and it had her name on it. Willow listened as Buffy asked her about the math homework.

That was the thing about Buffy. No matter how worried she was about trying to find a way to get Angel back, she was just as worried about failing all her classes. Willow was just trying to remember what the assignment was when she pulled out the papers that the envelope contained.

Willow was so shocked that the phone dropped to the floor. Willow's mind raced back to that morning when Buffy told them that Angelus had been in her room and he had drawn a picture of her while she slept.

Willow was now looking at similar pictures to the one Buffy had shown them. The difference was instead of Buffy on the pages it was Willow's parents. Willow backed away from the bed and picked up her stake. The phone forgotten, Willow slowly made her way to the living room. Willow raised the stake and was prepared to fight when she glanced around the corner into the living room.

The sight that greeted her was gruesome to say the least. It was worse then the sight at the student lounge, a year earlier. Willow could not tear her eyes from the bodies of her parents. Her father Ira had been spiked to the floor, no doubt courtesy of Spike via Angelus. And he had been cut to ribbons. His eyes looking up in horror, he had spikes shoved in different parts of his body, and the floor was covered in his entrails. The sight made Willow want to puke.

Her mother Sheila wasn't anywhere near as gruesome as her father. Sheila was tied to the coffee table and the way her clothes were shredded told Willow that Angelus not only killed her mother but he also violated her.

"Oh God. NO!" Willow screeched. It was her fault. She had invited Angel into her home, and now he had killed her parents.

Willow sank to the floor and sobbed, she was the reason her parents were dead. Willow didn't remember the neighbors banging on the door after hearing her screams. She didn't remember them hauling her out of the house to wait on the cops. The only thing in WIllows' mind was the images of her mom and dad murdered in her living room.

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"Buffy where are you going?" Joyce Summers asked her sixteen year-old daughter. Who was currently running down the stairs.

"Mom can I have the car?" was the urgent reply.

Joyce looked at the blonde standing before her. The girl never drove. "Mom please? Something is up with Willow."

"I will drive you." the older Summers woman responded heading toward the door.

"Thanks mom."

Joyce opened the door and standing there was Giles, Xander and Cordelia Chase.

"Hey Buffster we...What's up?" Alexander Harris asked taking in the mother and daughter rushing out of the house.

"Willow," was the single word that came from the younger womans' mouth and the three standing in the door way turned and ran to the cars that they were in and followed the Summers women to the red heads'.

"Mom do you think Wills is ok?" Buffy asked as they drove the six blocks to the girls' home.

"I don't see why she would't be ok. What happened that makes you think something is wrong anyway?" Joyce asked her frightened daughter.

"We were talking and she just stopped and the next thing I heard was the phone dropping to the ground. She never picked it up."

"Well.......... oh my gosh." Joyce started as they turned on the road that Willow lived on.

There were cop cars and an ambulance and the whole neighborhood was on their lawns to see what was going on.

"Mom, that's Willow's house." Buffy said, as she jumped out of the car soon followed by Xander jumping out of Cordelia's car.

The two rushed up to the police tape and they could see Willow sitting on her knees on the ground just staring out into space. Cops were kneeling in front of her asking her questions, but were not getting any answers. The neighbors were standing just behind her with looks that could only be described as worried.

Xander ducked under the tape and started toward Willow when a cop stepped in front of him.

"Where do you think you are going?" the officer asked.

"I am her best friend," he answered. The cop looked back to ask the neighbors and when they saw Xander they nodded.

Willow took Xander's hand in her own and started making little motions on the back of it. Xander just held onto her.

"Ok, she isn't gonna talk. Lets get her out of her. Did anyone get a hold of her family?" asked the chief.

"Yeah they are waiting for us to call back," answered one of the officers.

"Then let's go."

The officer who had been standing off to Willows' left knelt down and hauled her to her feet. He started toward the car with her when Buffy cried out. "Where are you taking her?"

"Away from here," was the reply.