Willows Night Off
"Huh, Yah, Kia" Grunts coming from behind the rows of tombstones in Sunnydale cemetery. Blood beginning to pool.
"Xander! I'm coming!"
"Dusted" he calls back to the feisty looking blonde running towards him. "Big Bad and Ugly bit leg though"
"We need to get you patched up" Buffy says in an exasperated and worried tone. "Cummon, up you get"
"Yay. Piggy back ride" mutters the now pale slayerette. "And not at all demeaning to me in any way."
"Well seeing as you have no pride to lose …" The reply was cut short as the silence, other than the pitter-patter of the rain against dew dripped grass, echoed around her brain.
After 15 minutes of non-stop jogging to the Magic Box, 5 of those minutes spent sprinting with a heavy male lump on her back, the slayer collapses in front of Giles and Willow.
"What happened?" gasps the panicky witch.
"Yes please, fill us in" said the British born Watcher
"Okay, but first, less chatting, more healing" panted Buffy.
" Oh right, of course. Willow I can stanch the bleeding but I need you to find Krauses Tome of healing magicks and blessings. Well go on then!"
"Okay!" Willow began frantically searching through the dusty oaken shelves for a book she had never even heard of, let alone seen. "Here book book book", she whispered out load 'and don't I hope it doesn't answer back' she hastily thought and giggled at her own foolishness. "Books cant speak" she muttered in a mantra style murmur. After no success in the restricted section or the basement of her favourite shop, thoughts of doubt began to sneak in under the cover of panic.
"If you were a better witch you could find this book."
"If you don't find the tome you have killed your lifelong friend. How useless and pathetic are you?"
The voices hissed in a malicious manner, chilling her to the bone.