CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Continued Temptation
The next day when Willow was on her way to the Magic Box, Amy suddenly appeared at her side. It had been a while since they'd seen each other.
"How are you?" Amy asked. "Have a nice holiday in your jail?"
Willow kept on walking, looking straight ahead. "I told you, I'm not in jail."
"It sure sounds like it to me," Amy said with a toss of her hair.
"Well, it's not."
"Come on!" Amy stepped in front of Willow, forcing her to stop. Her pretty face was very serious. "Are you going to tell me that you like going without magic? I mean, honestly?"
"Well . . ." Willow hesitated.
"You know don't. So leave and come with me. Rack still wants you back. Willow, you have no idea the kinds of things I've been learning about with his coven." Amy spoke in a half whisper, as if she were trying to hypnotize her friend. "The power . . . the glorious power. Each spell takes you higher and higher. It's nothing in comparison to those little highs we experienced in his office. This time you're in control of what happens. You're part of the process. The possibilities are limitless. And you'll feel like you've never belonged anywhere as much as you belong there." That was the most important point for Amy. Her return from ratdom and the loss of time had left her feeling very lost. Admission to Rack's coven gave her a reason for existing. A place to belong . . . A family. Right after she'd returned from her transformation, she'd hoped that she and Willow would be family. After all, Willow had been the one to care for her through all those years. But instead Willow had shut her out. And as far as Amy could see, Willow was shutting out part of herself as well . . . Her magical self. "You won't be disappointed, I promise you," she continued. "It's beyond even your wildest dreams."
Willow swayed slightly. She was very tempted. But then she saw Tara's face in her mind. Tara was supposed to be meeting Dawn that day for an outing. And she was pretty sure that her ex-lover would be coming to the Magic Box at some point during the day. She was almost trembling at the thought of seeing her. It made all things magic pale in comparison. "I can't," she said.
"Suit yourself," Amy said with a shrug of her shoulders. "But you're wasting your talent. I don't pretend to understand what you're doing. If your friends where really your friends, they wouldn't ask you to give up part of yourself." And with that, she lifted her nose into the air and walked off down the street, her heels clicking away confidently.
Continued Temptation
The next day when Willow was on her way to the Magic Box, Amy suddenly appeared at her side. It had been a while since they'd seen each other.
"How are you?" Amy asked. "Have a nice holiday in your jail?"
Willow kept on walking, looking straight ahead. "I told you, I'm not in jail."
"It sure sounds like it to me," Amy said with a toss of her hair.
"Well, it's not."
"Come on!" Amy stepped in front of Willow, forcing her to stop. Her pretty face was very serious. "Are you going to tell me that you like going without magic? I mean, honestly?"
"Well . . ." Willow hesitated.
"You know don't. So leave and come with me. Rack still wants you back. Willow, you have no idea the kinds of things I've been learning about with his coven." Amy spoke in a half whisper, as if she were trying to hypnotize her friend. "The power . . . the glorious power. Each spell takes you higher and higher. It's nothing in comparison to those little highs we experienced in his office. This time you're in control of what happens. You're part of the process. The possibilities are limitless. And you'll feel like you've never belonged anywhere as much as you belong there." That was the most important point for Amy. Her return from ratdom and the loss of time had left her feeling very lost. Admission to Rack's coven gave her a reason for existing. A place to belong . . . A family. Right after she'd returned from her transformation, she'd hoped that she and Willow would be family. After all, Willow had been the one to care for her through all those years. But instead Willow had shut her out. And as far as Amy could see, Willow was shutting out part of herself as well . . . Her magical self. "You won't be disappointed, I promise you," she continued. "It's beyond even your wildest dreams."
Willow swayed slightly. She was very tempted. But then she saw Tara's face in her mind. Tara was supposed to be meeting Dawn that day for an outing. And she was pretty sure that her ex-lover would be coming to the Magic Box at some point during the day. She was almost trembling at the thought of seeing her. It made all things magic pale in comparison. "I can't," she said.
"Suit yourself," Amy said with a shrug of her shoulders. "But you're wasting your talent. I don't pretend to understand what you're doing. If your friends where really your friends, they wouldn't ask you to give up part of yourself." And with that, she lifted her nose into the air and walked off down the street, her heels clicking away confidently.