A/N: Gawd… I never update *sigh* I'm SO sorri I keep forgetting to update… but I have so much homework *super sigh* Damn Jackaroo… gawd… anyways… I'll stop my ranting, because if I start I'll prolly never stop, hehe. Anyways, please be kind and review! I swear the last chapter, the one after this one, will be out as soon as possible! Which isn't that soon, but that's besides the point ^-^ So REVIEW!
There has to be something I can do, Willow's thoughts screamed inside her head as she ran as fast as she could. Giles had been her only hope. Now he was gone. There was Angel, however. Somewhere, deep inside her, Willow still didn't fully trust him. What if it was all a ploy to kill her? To make her trust him, and then, at the last moment, he would kill her? Willow shook her head, gasping for breath. Where could she go? Home wasn't safe, and neither was the Bronze or the library. Giles apartment could be of no help, and there were no homes to go to. Everyone that she trusted was dead, or worse than dead.
Willow's mind drifted. There was something… there had to be… Angel's face kept popping into her head. Angel… something about Angel… if only she had more time. Willow stumbled and fell onto a rock. Yet the pain meant nothing, as she finally thought of something. Angel was a vampire. Buffy was a vampire. Angel had a soul. Buffy didn't. Angel was given a soul by Romanies, gypsies.
And I can be the one to give Buffy her soul.
Willow set her way to the library. It was one of the worst places she could be, a place Buffy could freely enter. It was her last… her only hope.
"Then why don't you just kill me?!" Angel cried in fury. It killed him, seeing people who had once been Buffy's friends die, from Buffy's hand no less.
"This is so much more fun!" Buffy shouted perkily.
The cheerleader from hell, Angel thought, almost chuckling at the thought, practically slapping himself after thinking of his thoughts. He was almost chuckling about random things that weren't even chuckle-worthy, when Buffy was a vampire and plotting to kill Willow?
"Kill me, do whatever you want to me. Leave her out of this," Angel pleaded.
"Should I be jealous?" Buffy asked, an odd glint in her eye.
"Why do you want to worry yourself with a little girl?" Angel asked.
"I told you. It's never been about them. It's all about you. Once she's gone, you'll be all mine. There won't be anything keeping you like this."
"So this is just some sick fun?!" Angel yelled. "Your friends are dying!"
"They're not my friends. I'm not the old me, I'm strengthened! I feel powerful, invincible!" Buffy shouted, laughing.
"Immortality will do that do you," Angel said wearily. Angel shot up. He was making jokes at a time like this? What was wrong with him? He seemed to be caring less and less about Willow, and more about how Buffy's lips would feel on his. His heart ached for his love, but it was useless. Buffy was gone.
"I'm right here, my love," Buffy said, Angel not realizing he had spoken aloud. "And soon you'll be with me. I just have to rid of that little Willow."
"I'm not going to let that happen!" Angel shouted. Buffy knocked Angel down with a plant.
"How exactly will you stop me?" Buffy hissed at Angel's unconscious body.
Willow furiously made her way through the books. There was nothing! Absolutely nothing! All her attempts were useless.
"Curse of frogs, cursing mushrooms so when someone bites into them, their face turns purple," Willow muttered to herself, looking through a book of old, ancient curses, collected from places all over the world. "Cursing teachers, curse of lawyers, curse of song and dance, curse of a soul, curse of warts, curse of raining cows, curse of--" Willow quickly turned the page back.
"Curse of a soul!" she shouted triumphantly. "Orb of Thesulah… I think I saw one…" Willow went into Giles back room. "Here it is!" Willow read the rest of this spell.
I can do. I'm going to save Buffy, I really will be able to. Buffy will get back her soul!
Buffy ran through the night. Willow wasn't at her place, Cordy's, Xander's, Gile's, the Bronze, any of the normal places. There was only one place left to check, the most obvious place. It had been so obvious Buffy had dismissed it, yet Willow had to be there.
The library.
Angel groaned, rubbing the back of his forehead. Buffy had outsmarted him. She was going to kill Willow, just like she had the others. Though outsmarted wasn't really the correct term. Angel hadn't thought at all. Why hadn't he? Buffy was a vampire, trying to kill everyone close to her, yet Angel let her stand, even taunt him. Why hadn't he doen something? Staked her, knocked her out before she could? Inside Angel knew. He still loved this monster that held Buffy's face. She was still his Buffy, somewhere deep inside there she loved him. Maybe even a little farther outside than he thought. He could never hurt her. This time, however, it looked like he'd have to. Angel got up quickly, grabbing a stake as he left Gile's premises.
Everything was set. The Orb of Thesulah was surrounded by the candles in a sacred circle. She had somehow found two others to help her cast the spell, Amy and Oz.
Amy's mother had been a witch and had switched places with Amy. Willow had noticed Amy having a slight magical aura and suspected that Amy too was a witch for quite awhile. They were relatively good friends, and Amy wouldn't be freaked out about what they were doing, so she had asked her to help. Amy had easily agreed.
It was a lot harder to find another person to help perform the spell. Everyone else that could have possibly helped her was dead. Willow had ran into Oz, a guitarist of Dingoes Ate My Baby, a band that frequently played at the Bronze. Willow wasn't sure why she could trust him, but she felt she could. She had been madly searching for a third person to help, and accidentally, literally, ran into him. He had noticed the pain and despair in her eyes, and had asked if he could help. Willow suddenly found herself pouring out her secrets, telling everything. Oz had strangely decided to help.
It was an odd group, not even knowing Oz. Yet it would have to do. Time was of the essence, and it was quickly running out. They had returned to the library, agreeing it was the easiest place to cast the spell. Everything was in place. Amy waved some herbs and incense over the Orb as Oz stood on the other side of the Orb holding a Latin book. Willow sat in the last available spot with a Romanian spell in front of her, the curse that had been used on Angel.
"A-are you ready?" Willow asked, her voice squeaking. Amy and Oz both slowly nodded and Willow exhaled deeply. Here goes nothing, she thought.
A/N: I changed my mind. I'm going to prolong this by adding another chapter to my list of future chapters, plus an alternate ending if you hate angst. Anyways, please review, and I'll try to add more soon ^_^