A/N: I don't own anything. Reviews are very much appreciated. Blah blah blah.
Gone
Glass breaks, a look of shock is on my Tara's face.
The blood of my lover is splattered across my white blouse.
She weakly says, "Y-your shirt."
And then, she's gone.
Slowly, her perfect body falls to the softly carpeted floor of our bedroom.
Shock passes over me.
She's gone.
She's dead.
I glance out the window, and see Buffy laying on the ground, bleeding.
Blood. The word is bitter and cold. It's a word of hurt. A word of loss.
I also see someone fleeing the scene.
Warren.
My eyes narrow.
He did this to my Tara. He took away her light.
He WILL pay.
I don't care what I have to do, I will get revenge.
I Willow Rosenburg, vow to avenger Tara McClay, the sweet, forgiving Wicca.
It's on.
Watch out, Warren.
The games have only just begun.