A/N
Once again, I'm sorry for the massive delay in updating. Those of you who are also reading my other work in progress, Darkling, are au fait with some of the reasons why. Short story, the real world is regrettably taking up more and more of my time. My first screenplay is almost ready to be sent out to companies with a note saying 'please hire me'; my second is halfway through the first draft (which basically means that half of it is missing); I'm now also writing a play. I may shortly be moving house; I'm not actually staying in my house at present (I haven't been for the past month or so). And I've just got more hours at work; I have a murder dinner to perform on Saturday; The play I'm in opens in two weeks today and we still haven't run the whole darn thing so rehearsals have been upped to five a week; I officially have no time off!
I'll update whenever I can, but please be patient. As you can see, I'm a busy person right now. Give me a month or so and things should have settled down somewhat and updates will pick up again.
In the meantime, a massive THANK YOU for being so patient.
Kennie
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Buffy had heard enough. Dropping the phone, and leaving Xander literally hanging in mid-air as the receiver swung crazily from side to side on its short wire, she sprinted from the room.
"Willow!" She called as she headed for the stairs, Dawn hot on her heels.
"Willow!" Dawn echoed as the sisters reached the staircase.
"Buffy?" Xander asked from the other end of the phone line.
Buffy and Dawn reached the landing, Buffy just in front.
"Willow!" Buffy shouted, and kicked the door to Willow's bedroom open.
The sisters stood in the doorway to Willow's bedroom. It looked as though a hurricane had passed through. Drawers were open and articles of clothing were strewn all over the place. But there was no sign of Willow and her bed hadn't been slept in.
"Willow." Dawn whispered.
Buffy turned and left. Leaving a devastated Dawn still standing on Willow's threshold, she went back downstairs to talk to Xander.
Dawn crept silently inside Willow's bedroom and surveyed the damage. Gingerly, almost as though expecting Willow to pop her head around the door to the bathroom and tell her to leave her stuff alone, Dawn picked up a jumper, folded it carefully and placed it back in a drawer. In silence, she tidied Willow's room, putting everything back in its place. Only then, did she sink down onto the bed and allow the tears that had been threatening to fall ever since she had first read the morning's paper. Sobbing, Dawn curled up on Willow's bed, clutching a pillow.
Dawn had no idea of how long it had been before she came to her senses. Hiccupping, she sat up and wiped her tears away. Underneath her something crinkled and, frowning in puzzlement, Dawn pulled out a piece of paper. She unfolded it and began to read.
To Everyone.
I've gone. Please don't try to find me, it'll be more than I could bear right now. You see, last night, something happened that I've been trying to hide for too long. Oh, that makes no sense. But this is the fourth time I've written this letter and if I want to get out of Sunnydale before the news breaks then I don't have time to write another. Okay, I'll just tell you. I'm a mutant. I've known since Senior Year although I'm pretty sure that I have been ever since we got locked in the boiler room by Marcy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was scared I guess. Of myself, and what it would mean and of your reaction. I think Angel came pretty close to guessing a couple of years ago but I don't think he ever actually realised. It was pretty easy to hide at first. I think doing witchcraft drains my power somehow because ever since I quit it's been almost out of control. And then last night happened. And there was a reporter there. And he had a photographer. And oh God this is going to look bad when it hits the press. Last night I was at the mall (which you may already know) and a bunch of vampires attacked. They were about to kill everyone and I stopped them. With my mutant power. If you want to get all technical, I actually turned them into oxygen, molecule by molecule. You see, I can see things on a subatomic level. I can also manipulate things on a subatomic level. And because matter is constantly being created and destroyed on a subatomic level… Well, I'm sure you get the idea. Anyway, a massive can of worms is about to open and I'm taking the only course of action that's still open to me. Technically I'm a murderer now, no court of law is going to accept a plea of 'please Sir, they were already dead' (I checked) and the anti-mutant hysteria is so big now that it would be impossible for me to stay. So I'm running. Maybe I'll get a chance to check up on you all in a decade or so. Until then, please try not to hate me for what I've done.
All my Love,
Willow