Willow lay in the cold ally wondering when life passed

her by without

her noticing it's departure. And as she watched her

blood form a large puddle, she remembered her friends

and how she was the last to die. And as the

streetlight flashed over the shiny knife that even now

moved with her shallow breathing from it's place in

her stomach she wondered if she would die alone.

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered

Buffy's last

battle, a battle that had killed her and Giles, and

how Xander had never really been the same afterwards.

Willow didn.t see much of him after that. He gave up

the good fight and died ironically in a motor

accident.

Willow on the other hand would not give up. She

improved her magic abilities, and was now considered

an expert witch. She had also taken it upon herself

to learn a form of martial art and both these things

had helped her live five years longer than her

friends. But Willow liked to think of it more in

demon terms than years, so she

had lived 138 demons longer than them.

As the blood continued to leave her, Willow

contemplated the thought of an after life. She liked

the idea and knew she would find out for herself soon

enough. The thought of dying alone bothered her more

than anything else, but she considered that even if

she was surrounded by many people, dying is something

you do by yourself.

It was just as her last pints of blood left her body

that she saw them and they were so faint she thought

she was hallucinating, but as she inched closer to

death, they became clearer. Willow tried to speak but

no sound left her lips. The grey figures surrounding

the dying witch heard her though.

"Buffy? Giles?, Xan......d.....e.....r?"

The spirit that was once Buffy Summers held the hand

of Willow.s spirit and stood her up, leaving her dying

shell on the ground. "Willow, we're here, you didn't

let us die alone, how could we let that happen to

you?"

The spirit that was once Rupert Giles smiled at the

new spirit. "Hello Willow. We waited for you."

Willow looked at herself lying on the ground and

watched herself take her last breath. "I missed you

guy's." She finally spoke with a smile.

Xander then spoke. "We missed you too Will, now lets

paint heaven Red!"

They all laughed as Buffy, Giles and Xander led Willow

to the warm inviting light where she didn.t have to

carry a stake or check under her bed at night so she

could sleep, a place of calm and good.

Willow Rosenberg

1981-2010

"She fought the good fight"