Title: Three times the bad
Author: Willowisagoddess
Disclamer: None! I own nothing—all credit character wise goes to Joss & Co., the WB, UPN, FOX, and all the other acronyms that secretly have dibs! (I want 'em though!) All songs copyrights go to respected artists.
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Buffy: So Drusilla, we meet again?
Drusilla: Yes. Love, my tummy's grombly.
Spike: Pet, who were you just talking to?
Drusilla: That slayer. The one you loved. Her essence filled you. It was sickening.
Spike: You mean Buffy? Wow- she was a good one to roll in the
Buffy comes up and kicks him with clearly all her slayer strength. Angel proceeds with the attack in staking him. Finally the blonde is dead. Drusilla is mad about this. So is Anya.
Drusilla: You killed my love.
Angel: Dru, get over it.
Drusilla: Angel. Is that you?
Anya: I will curse you for taking yet another man from me slayer!
Faith comes up from behind and rams the famous 'knife' we saw through season three in the back of Anya's neck.
Buffy: Faith—as long as you are with my sister—or in Sunnydale for that matter—you won't kill humans.
Faith: Anya wasn't human anymore. She was demon.
Cordelia has a vision. We see that it's Willow doing a spell and her slipping.
Cordelia: Oh my god. No.
Buffy: What is it Cordelia?
Cordelia: Willow, Wicca, bad.
Buffy: What?
Angel notices Drusilla slipping away. He runs up, and stakes her finally.
Coredlia: Willow, Wicca, Bad. Willow is being Wicca- witch again. Going bad.
Buffy: Wasn't she over watch with Dawn? She'd never do magick near Dawn again.
Faith: She said she'd never do Magick again.
They hurry off to the hospital. 311's "All Mixed Up" is playing in the background. We see a lot of screen shots again.
Cut to: Willow, Xander, Tara, Wesley, Dawn and Oz. They are all trying to get Willow to stop shaking from the spell. Her eyes are still that dark black. Tara is twice as worried, since it was only a minor spell.
** You've got to trust your instinct
And let go of regret
You've got to bet on yourself now star
'Cause that's your best bet
Watch me now with a wicked and wild and I said
We come with the funky style
That gets us known for the show
And we'll mix the hip hop reggae if we say it is so
And freak the naysayers cause they don't mean a thing
'Cause this is what style we bring**
Cut to Buffy entering hospital room. Her and Tara just share a knowing look. It's time.
**Now it's morning but last night's on my mind
There's something I need to get off my chest
And no matter what may come to shine
The dream will always be mine
All mixed up you don't know what to do
Next thing you turn around and find the person is you
Thought a freak might be the thing
But the first could be the last so just get off your a*s
All mixed up you don't know what to do
Next thing you turn around and find the person is you
Thought a freak might be the thing
But you know this will pass so just get off your a*s**
They all get together and do a spell on Willow so there is no more Magick. Otherwise, she'd slip into a state of catitonia. Willow is fine now. So is Dawn. They leave.
Later at the Bronze.
Buffy and Angel, and all other respective couples are dancing. There is a new band featured tonight. It's Fuel.
Buffy: This has been one long long weekend.
Angel: Yea, but we made it. Like we always have.
Buffy: I love you.
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She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable
And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label
She says she's ashamed
And can she take me for awhile
And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past
But maybe I'm not able
And I break at the bend
Chorus:
We're here and now, but will we ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools who fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend
(chorus)
It's too far away for me to hold
It's too far away...
Guess I'll let it go
Author: Willowisagoddess
Disclamer: None! I own nothing—all credit character wise goes to Joss & Co., the WB, UPN, FOX, and all the other acronyms that secretly have dibs! (I want 'em though!) All songs copyrights go to respected artists.
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Buffy: So Drusilla, we meet again?
Drusilla: Yes. Love, my tummy's grombly.
Spike: Pet, who were you just talking to?
Drusilla: That slayer. The one you loved. Her essence filled you. It was sickening.
Spike: You mean Buffy? Wow- she was a good one to roll in the
Buffy comes up and kicks him with clearly all her slayer strength. Angel proceeds with the attack in staking him. Finally the blonde is dead. Drusilla is mad about this. So is Anya.
Drusilla: You killed my love.
Angel: Dru, get over it.
Drusilla: Angel. Is that you?
Anya: I will curse you for taking yet another man from me slayer!
Faith comes up from behind and rams the famous 'knife' we saw through season three in the back of Anya's neck.
Buffy: Faith—as long as you are with my sister—or in Sunnydale for that matter—you won't kill humans.
Faith: Anya wasn't human anymore. She was demon.
Cordelia has a vision. We see that it's Willow doing a spell and her slipping.
Cordelia: Oh my god. No.
Buffy: What is it Cordelia?
Cordelia: Willow, Wicca, bad.
Buffy: What?
Angel notices Drusilla slipping away. He runs up, and stakes her finally.
Coredlia: Willow, Wicca, Bad. Willow is being Wicca- witch again. Going bad.
Buffy: Wasn't she over watch with Dawn? She'd never do magick near Dawn again.
Faith: She said she'd never do Magick again.
They hurry off to the hospital. 311's "All Mixed Up" is playing in the background. We see a lot of screen shots again.
Cut to: Willow, Xander, Tara, Wesley, Dawn and Oz. They are all trying to get Willow to stop shaking from the spell. Her eyes are still that dark black. Tara is twice as worried, since it was only a minor spell.
** You've got to trust your instinct
And let go of regret
You've got to bet on yourself now star
'Cause that's your best bet
Watch me now with a wicked and wild and I said
We come with the funky style
That gets us known for the show
And we'll mix the hip hop reggae if we say it is so
And freak the naysayers cause they don't mean a thing
'Cause this is what style we bring**
Cut to Buffy entering hospital room. Her and Tara just share a knowing look. It's time.
**Now it's morning but last night's on my mind
There's something I need to get off my chest
And no matter what may come to shine
The dream will always be mine
All mixed up you don't know what to do
Next thing you turn around and find the person is you
Thought a freak might be the thing
But the first could be the last so just get off your a*s
All mixed up you don't know what to do
Next thing you turn around and find the person is you
Thought a freak might be the thing
But you know this will pass so just get off your a*s**
They all get together and do a spell on Willow so there is no more Magick. Otherwise, she'd slip into a state of catitonia. Willow is fine now. So is Dawn. They leave.
Later at the Bronze.
Buffy and Angel, and all other respective couples are dancing. There is a new band featured tonight. It's Fuel.
Buffy: This has been one long long weekend.
Angel: Yea, but we made it. Like we always have.
Buffy: I love you.
| |
She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable
And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label
She says she's ashamed
And can she take me for awhile
And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past
But maybe I'm not able
And I break at the bend
Chorus:
We're here and now, but will we ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools who fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend
(chorus)
It's too far away for me to hold
It's too far away...
Guess I'll let it go