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"
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"
