Willows Greif
Everything you recognise is not owned by me
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The anger was bubbling inside of me. It was growing, expanding, all over my body. The fools that did this, every bone in their body should melt inside their own skin, their skin itself should turn inside out and their heart slowly pulled from their body and crushed, just as it felt mine had after she died, my Tara. Why did this happen, to us of all people, no- one could understand my pain, not ever. She was the one thing keeping me going, the one thing that changed me from the mousey Willow to this, someone that could be anyone they wanted. I couldn't bring her back from the dead, I had already tried so hard, even bargained, just not well enough; I was an awful witch, just a stupid, awful witch. I was bad at magic, weak you could say, unable to control myself, even for her, when she needed me and my powers the most I did nothing, I just let this happen. I was a terrible person, not even able to protect her, love her in the ways that she deserved and needed, going against everything she had said to me before, never listening to her advice, and what wise advice it was.
Her body was limp in my arms; blood stained her dark blue top, from the bullet, the little puny bullet that had killed her, her wound was unbearable to look at, my white top stained with her blood also, my tears were falling onto her face uncontrollably. Her hair was perfectly in place just as she had brushed it this morning, Tara's eyes were closed, it was like she was sleeping, dreaming peacefully, why was it neither of us could be sleeping? If this were a dream it would be the worst one I have ever had, but at least it wouldn't be real.
Osiris was an evil asshole, filled with rage and too much power, wanting it all to himself, that or I didn't do the spell right, probably the latter, it worked with Buffy after all, after all of the hurt and the pain I went through with her, I would go through a million times the pain for Tara, why wouldn't it fucking work for Tara, not my Tara. Her last words couldn't escape my mind repeating themselves as if it couldn't dare leave me... "Your shirt…"… she saw her blood on my shirt, her blood. This event couldn't be real, my only reason was gone, Tara was gone.
I walked out of the bedroom, out of the house. Buffy, where was she? Had the fucking psychopath killed her too?
"Come on Buff, hang on, we're taking you to the hospital" I heard Xander from somewhere in the garden, I didn't seem to care anymore, the anger and confusion and over washed me as I walked straight down the path in the Summer family's garden, I heard someone coming over to me, he had noticed me. "Willow, god, are you okay?" he looked concerned, worried, staring at the shocking amount of blood standing out from my white shirt, "How did this happen?" I asked ignoring his question,
"Warren he had a gun."
"Warren." My anger had grown all over my body; it was the only thing that was powering me to do anything, keeping me from falling to my knees crying, again over Tara, my perspective had changed, he had been ruining our lives for the past few months now, the cunt deserved more than torture. How could he? Why would he, after all we had done for him and his friends? He killed my girlfriend and tried to kill my best friend. I was determined, quickly walking down the garden to get to the Magic Box.
"It happened to fast I couldn't stop it!" Xander called out far behind me in a pleading voice, I still didn't care what he had to say, he was no longer a part of this, I just wanted Warren's death.