Chapter 2:

Buffy paced around the magic shop with a determined look on her face, muttering to herself.

"Ok, ok. It's no big deal. I just have to kill one of the best friends I have ever had. It's no biggie. I mean, she's working with the vamp that has killed two slayers already and she and him are kind of, like.gross. But I can do this. All I need is.a really big axe. Yeah, that's it." She rubbed her forehead in a stressed manner. "Giles, I can't do this! I mean, it's Willow!" Giles looked at her sympathetically. "Buffy, I know this is hard on you, it's hard on all of us, but you have to do this. This is not our friend. This is a demon. A harsh, cold blooded demon who would quite happily drain every drop of blood from our bodies so I suggest you do something about it!" Buffy's face began to look more determined. The realisation of what he had just said was beginning to sink in. There was no point in trying to save Willow, she was already dead. She turned to look at Xander and her face softened as she saw him staring idly at the floor. The loss of their friend had been particularly hard on him. He looked up at Buffy and narrowed his eyes. "We need a plan."

"Will, pet, you ready?" Willow swept into the room, dressed in a long black leather coat, thick baggy black jeans and a low-cut black corset, decorated with tiny metallic red teardrops. She grinned maniacally at him and nodded slowly. Spike grinned back and held out his hand to her. She grasped it and they strode off out of the mansion, carrying some hefty luggage.

Everyone was gathered round the table at the magic shop. Giles had laid out a number of books on the table and they were all studying them, trying to come up with some solution to their problem of Spike and Willow. There was a faint tapping at the door. Buffy's eyes darted around the room, grabbed a stake and went to the door. She was all ready to kill the person on the other side of the door, until she realised it was Dawn. "I told you to stay at home! It's after sunset! Anything could have happened!"

Dawn ducked under Buffy's arm and into the shop. "Mom told me to come see what you were all up to." Buffy looked at her disbelievingly. "She did! She had to go out for a bit so she told me to come here." Buffy sighed and reluctantly agreed.

A few hours later, they still hadn't come up with a half decent plan. Xander was tugging at his hair, hoping that an idea would come to light soon. Giles had just gone to make himself a cup of tea when they heard a faint noise from outside. Before any of them had a chance to get up, the door burst open. Spike and Willow stood framed in the doorway, each holding some huge weapons. Spike grinned at Buffy. "Duck, Princess." The huge gun he was holding did not fire bullets. Instead an enormous stream of red-hot flame burst out of the end. Quite a lot of the magic shop was now alight. Buffy looked at Spike in shock. "Isn't a flame-thrower a little dangerous with vampires around?" Willow stepped forward. "Not if it's aimed away from them. Willow fired a round of bullets from the machine gun she was holding. Everyone dropped to the floor. Buffy and Xander hadn't made it in time, though. Buffy had been hit in the stomach and Xander in the shoulder. Anya rushed to Xander's side, whilst keeping as low as possible. "Are you ok?" Xander groaned whilst clutching his shoulder. "I'll be fine. Just make sure you guys win, k?" Anya nodded and smiled slightly. Then screamed as the table she was crouched next to burst into flames. Buffy was clutching her stomach whilst trying to remain conscious. Through her blurry vision she saw a tall, dark figure approach her.

"Give me one reason why I should let you live, Slayer." Buffy squinted, trying to see Willow clearly. "I was kinda hoping you'd remember me. You know, the old Willow still in there?" Her vision was almost completely faded now. She had a number of painful holes in her stomach and she could feel reality slipping away. She heard one last word before she became unconscious. "Hah!" Willow drew her gun back and dealt Buffy a hefty blow to the head. Willow stepped back. "Not a chance." she muttered before she turned on her heel and strode back to Spike. "Let's go, Pet." Willow nodded and followed Spike out of the shop, after firing another round of bullets just to make sure.

They strolled down to Spike's black rusty car and drove away. Out of Sunnydale, out of their old life. Away from any innocence that Willow had left.

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