CHAPTER TWO: WILLOW
A/N: A big thanks to wiffyscoob for her help.
:Tuesday, 10th October 2000:
I stomp into the training room at The Magic Box in the foulest of moods. I am beyond cranky, beyond pissed, beyond the limits of my vocabulary. And it's a darn big vocabulary. Also, I'm kind of worried.
"GILES!" I yell, transfixing him with my most resolute scowl.
Giles is flustered, makes a series of vowel sounds and stuttered consonants as he tries to find words. Buffy is quicker to recover of course.
"What ya do to your hand, Will?" she asks.
I give her a baleful glance. Last week, she did the whacky, accusing me of hurting her mom. There was an apology, there was chocolate, and there was ice-cream. But Buffy DIDN'T explain why. Screw her, even if there were mochas, too.
"That spell, Dawnie asked you to do?" I say to Giles. "The one to see if someone's a demon?" Can you believe it? Dawn found out that Tara's dad and brother told her she'd grow up to be a demon. My gentle Tara, a demon! Poopheads!
"Er, yes. What about it, Willow?" he asks me in a cautious tone.
I hold up my injured southpaw, waving it in front of them. Severe bruising, a wrist sprain and a dislocated pinkie. Ouch! "Tara did this!" Now this is why I'm scared. Did Giles and Dawn screw up?
"My God!" Buffy begins to tool up for Slayer mode. "Tara really is a demon!"
"Stay where you are, Buffy Anne Summers!" I order her sternly. If looks could maim, I'd have me a bottle-blonde wig and a nifty Buffy bodysuit. "No slaying my girlfriend without permission, missy!"
"That spell is a very reliable one. It's been taught to Watchers for generations. "There is concern in Giles' face. "Perhaps you could tell us exactly what happened, Willow?"
So I tell them about this morning.
