Return of Dark Willow

by TLCdemon

Dark Willow never turns back to normal Willow; she just decides not to destroy the world. I wanted to show a different side to Dark Willow. After taking the power from Giles she becomes a champion for the PTB, but no one knows but her that she isnt evil. And she is presented with a way to bring Tara back.

2. Chapter 2

I sit staring at this screen, willing it to change, willing it to contort into something more, something that can express what needs to be expressed. But then you don't know do you little screen? You don't know the expressions that play across their faces, the raw emotions that I do. You are but a screen little and compact, lights and pigments make up your ideas. My ideas are mine and mine alone, you cannot write them for me, no I must will myself to write, I must express myself through my words, you are but my instrument. My piano, my fingers press and words are born, stories are told, worlds are created.

And this, this is my story. The story of how my lover died in my arms, the story of how I avenged her death by creating more death, how I feel no remorse. This is my story.

I stared into her eyes, those eyes that filled me with want, filled me with desire moments before. Now all that is left is that blank stare how empty it is. I look up, looking to find comfort, but comfort no longer exists, it did once, once in those cold dead arms that fall to her side. The comfort of this body is gone, empty, just like her blank eyes.

It all hits me at once, the bullet hole in her chest, I feel as though I am shaking all at once, though I am sitting still. My heart erupts in a volcanic explosion, magma fills my veins, nothing can be contained, raw emotion makes my head spin. And all that escapes me is a whimper, then a tear. And all the world stops, my spine feels as though it is collapsing on to itself and all my body does is shake in one fetal motion, my mouth is open wide and no sound escapes, one single tear is all that falls and the rest are stuck inside, everything is stuck inside.

My dead lover is in my arms and all I can do is scream, scream her name over and over again.

It fills me, rage it rises to the top only to find the top has risen more and the rage must fill it, a never ending cycle. And I rise, I rise out of my stupor feeling my world's dead head limply fall out of my hands and thud on the floor. I am not dead, I am not empty, rage is all that I know it is all that I feel. My empty veins now flow with life, not a life spent searching for love, no a life searching for the man who took my love, the man who embedded my love with this bullet, who pulled a trigger and took her life from her beautiful eyes.

This is my Ode to that man The Ode of Vengence, for I shall not rest till he lies empty, and his soul finds its way to hell.

My mind goes blank, my body empty of emotion, my eyes turn black, and I call upon Osiris. Though he cannot save her I know, I still feel the power rising ever more. And as the power fills me, so does the rage.