Willow, the Witch-Queen
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Willow sat on a park bench, and though it was the middle of the night she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. Her spell didn't work, she couldn't bring Buffy back, and nothing mattered anymore. Despite all of her power and abilities she couldn't bring the one person whom mattered most to her back from the grave.
While Willow wallowed in the depths of misery a vampire known only as the Shadow Walker came wandering into the park. He sniffed the air and smelt Willows' scent. He recognized also the smell of sadness, very strong sadness. He knew that people this sad usually didn't care if they died or not. He smiled and his face warped.
Willow heard a snap of a twig and looked up to see the Shadow Walker and his vampire face. She didn't move even though she could have fried him. As he drew near she pulled her hair back and tilted her head so that her neck was in the perfect position. The vampire growled in delight.
"One condition," said Willow lightly. "You have to make me a vampire too."
"Done," he said and dove in.
* * *
"I'm worried about Willow," said Tara as Xander and Anya sat down.
"What for?" asked Xander.
"She's been gone all day and she usually makes it home for lunch at least and always before nightfall," Tara explained. "And she's been really depressed since her spell to get Buffy back didn't work."
"She's right ya know," said Anya. "What with the fact that she's a very powerful witch one wouldn't imagine she could take care of herself."
"Anya, honey..." began Xander. But his sentence was cut off when a massive Earthquake rocked the house. They heard a loud crash upstairs and when the quake subsided they ran up to see if Dawn was all right. When they saw that she was, they all went back downstairs.
"I still think that we should go look for," began Tara, but stopped when she saw..."Willow?"
Willow was standing in the living room dressed in tight black leather pants and a red shirt (Think of the Vampire Willow from when Buffy never came to Sunnydale.) as she looked up everyone noticed that her eye's had gone black.
"Willow?" asked Tara cautiously as she walked forward.
"Stickum," said Willow as she held up a hand. Tara jerked to a halt.
"Willow what are you doing?" Asked Tara as tears filled her eyes.
"This," she said and her face warped and she grabbed Tara and moved in for her neck. Xander pushed Willow back and Anya pulled Tara away.
"Willow," said Xander grabbing her arms. "I know you've been through a lot recently. But we all have. Now what's going on?"
Willow growled and bore her fangs and then swung her arms up breaking free of Xander's grip. And with a yell sent a blast of wind at the three. At this point Dawn had wandered down stairs and upon seeing Willows face screamed and ran back up stairs. Willow ran after her and grabbed her neck.
"No!" wailed Dawn and swung a fist at Willow. The backhand hit her full blast and sent her falling down the stairs. Willow lay there stunned and then a low growl started at the pit of her throat and then became a scream, like a banshee's.
"YOU CAN'T BE!" Willow screamed, rattling the house. "IT ISN'T SUPPOSED YOU BE YOU! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE BUFFY!"
Willow stood up and a whirlwind started around her. Things began flying everywhere. Everyone blocked their eyes and as the whirlwind began to stop they noticed Willow was gone, but her voice echoed through the halls.
"You can't be the Slayer..."
As the Willow storm swirled through the town the Shadow Walker followed the easy trail. It lead to the cemetery where the destruction stopped in front of an open tomb. The Walker went inside to find Willow kneeling on the floor crying.
"How weak," he said. "What a weak vampire you turned out to be. Crying here like a child."
Willows head whipped around and the other went flying across the room. Willow stood and stalked forward.
"Weak?" she asked. "I'll show you how weak I can be."
"You think that just because you're a witch that you're special," he began. "You aren't the first magician-vampire and you won't be the last."
"No?" She said raising an eyebrow. "Well I've bet none of them have ever done this before."
Willow twirled the Walker around and outside the tomb hosts of vampires were lined up. All of them looked ready to rip the Shadow Walker apart. Willow leaned forward so that her mouth was inches from his ear.
"You can just call me Willow, the Witch-Queen."
* *
Willow sat on a park bench, and though it was the middle of the night she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. Her spell didn't work, she couldn't bring Buffy back, and nothing mattered anymore. Despite all of her power and abilities she couldn't bring the one person whom mattered most to her back from the grave.
While Willow wallowed in the depths of misery a vampire known only as the Shadow Walker came wandering into the park. He sniffed the air and smelt Willows' scent. He recognized also the smell of sadness, very strong sadness. He knew that people this sad usually didn't care if they died or not. He smiled and his face warped.
Willow heard a snap of a twig and looked up to see the Shadow Walker and his vampire face. She didn't move even though she could have fried him. As he drew near she pulled her hair back and tilted her head so that her neck was in the perfect position. The vampire growled in delight.
"One condition," said Willow lightly. "You have to make me a vampire too."
"Done," he said and dove in.
* * *
"I'm worried about Willow," said Tara as Xander and Anya sat down.
"What for?" asked Xander.
"She's been gone all day and she usually makes it home for lunch at least and always before nightfall," Tara explained. "And she's been really depressed since her spell to get Buffy back didn't work."
"She's right ya know," said Anya. "What with the fact that she's a very powerful witch one wouldn't imagine she could take care of herself."
"Anya, honey..." began Xander. But his sentence was cut off when a massive Earthquake rocked the house. They heard a loud crash upstairs and when the quake subsided they ran up to see if Dawn was all right. When they saw that she was, they all went back downstairs.
"I still think that we should go look for," began Tara, but stopped when she saw..."Willow?"
Willow was standing in the living room dressed in tight black leather pants and a red shirt (Think of the Vampire Willow from when Buffy never came to Sunnydale.) as she looked up everyone noticed that her eye's had gone black.
"Willow?" asked Tara cautiously as she walked forward.
"Stickum," said Willow as she held up a hand. Tara jerked to a halt.
"Willow what are you doing?" Asked Tara as tears filled her eyes.
"This," she said and her face warped and she grabbed Tara and moved in for her neck. Xander pushed Willow back and Anya pulled Tara away.
"Willow," said Xander grabbing her arms. "I know you've been through a lot recently. But we all have. Now what's going on?"
Willow growled and bore her fangs and then swung her arms up breaking free of Xander's grip. And with a yell sent a blast of wind at the three. At this point Dawn had wandered down stairs and upon seeing Willows face screamed and ran back up stairs. Willow ran after her and grabbed her neck.
"No!" wailed Dawn and swung a fist at Willow. The backhand hit her full blast and sent her falling down the stairs. Willow lay there stunned and then a low growl started at the pit of her throat and then became a scream, like a banshee's.
"YOU CAN'T BE!" Willow screamed, rattling the house. "IT ISN'T SUPPOSED YOU BE YOU! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE BUFFY!"
Willow stood up and a whirlwind started around her. Things began flying everywhere. Everyone blocked their eyes and as the whirlwind began to stop they noticed Willow was gone, but her voice echoed through the halls.
"You can't be the Slayer..."
As the Willow storm swirled through the town the Shadow Walker followed the easy trail. It lead to the cemetery where the destruction stopped in front of an open tomb. The Walker went inside to find Willow kneeling on the floor crying.
"How weak," he said. "What a weak vampire you turned out to be. Crying here like a child."
Willows head whipped around and the other went flying across the room. Willow stood and stalked forward.
"Weak?" she asked. "I'll show you how weak I can be."
"You think that just because you're a witch that you're special," he began. "You aren't the first magician-vampire and you won't be the last."
"No?" She said raising an eyebrow. "Well I've bet none of them have ever done this before."
Willow twirled the Walker around and outside the tomb hosts of vampires were lined up. All of them looked ready to rip the Shadow Walker apart. Willow leaned forward so that her mouth was inches from his ear.
"You can just call me Willow, the Witch-Queen."