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They were a vision.

Dark and light.

Evil and insane.

A double dose of trouble.

If you were unfortunate enough to run into them- well, they might make

it quick.

If you're not naughty.

Katherine sighed as she looked at her two new cohorts.

Giles' place

Angel and Faith ran inside Giles's house, carrying Willow. They had

been on their way back inside from training, when they saw her lying

on the ground. Their first instinct was that she was dead, which

scared both of them tremendously. When Faith discovered that she did

indeed have a pulse, they rushed her inside to get her some medical

help. Or at least, Giles's first aid kit.

Tara was the first to see them, gasping as she saw Willow. She ran

over to them, tears welling up in her eyes. "What happened to her?!"

She cried out, as she grabbed Willow's hand. She felt very distraught

and upset at seeing her love hurt. She didn't know who did this to

her, but she was ready to get some fiery revenge. Nobody hurt her

Willow.

Faith shrugged, appearing less concerned than she actually was. "We

found her like this, she's alive though." Faith laid her down on the

couch and went to go get the first aid kit. Faith knew she wasn't very

comforting to people, so she let Angel handle the job.

Angel looked at Tara, his heart breaking for her, knowing how it felt

to see a loved one hurt. His mind turned immediately to Buffy, and he

tried to push the gnawing sensation of worry that always overcame when

he thought of her. "I'm sure she'll be okay." He too wasn't one for

the right things to say, and hoped Faith would hurry with the first

aid kit. By now, the others were gathering around them, and Angel

felt relieved. He slipped back into the shadows, as the others

circled around Willow.

Xander knelt next to his best friend looking over her body to find out

exactly what had happened to her. "Her shirt was torn- there could've

been a fight." He couldn't believe anyone would do this to her- Willow

was his best friend in the world, and he was very angry at the culprit.



Anya snorted unsympathetically. "Duh Xander, of course there was a

fight. Did you think she just ran into a tree?" She ignored all the

glares that shot her way and wondered if she always had to be the

voice of reason. Those who knew Anya best chose to ignore her

comments, and those who didn't know her were too shy to speak up, and

just looked at Willow, wondering what could've happened to her.

Deraina's lair

Deraina sat down in her private room, in the house that she owned.

She was the only one that would ever be able to see the room, she

bewitched it so that others would never be able to see, even if they

were standing right next to it. In it were various amounts of

potions, dark magical tools, and a huge map of the world, that would

point out anyone within this dimension. Next to the map was an oval

mirror, gold around the edges, without a smudge in sight. She used

the map to locate Willow, who's face appeared on the mirror.. Her

mirror not only allowed her to see one's she has marked, but also to

allow her to communicate with them.

"Wake up Willow," she whispered softly. "Wake up, and we'll discuss

what's next."

Giles's place

Willow blinked, as she slowly woke up, the world coming into focus.

Okay, she had to remember what happened. Something about Oz- then- she

must've hit something. "That girl," murmured Willow, looking around at

the people around her. She hoped she was okay, and that Oz had gone

back to normal. "Where'd she go?"

Tara knelt next to her, and clasped her hand. "The girl you were

with?" She knew it wasn't like that, but she heard her mention Oz- and

Oz always made Tara uncomfortable, no matter how much Willow had

assured her it was over.

Willow rubbed her head, and winced; she felt a major headache coming

on, which usually happened after one is knocked unconscious. She

struggled to sit up, and looked Tara in the eye, worried that she

didn't remember what was going on. "Yeah- what happened- I don't

remember." Willow looked like she was under a lot of distress, trying

to recall all that happened.

"Angel and Faith found you outside by the tree- you were knocked out."

Tara whispered. "Can you remember anything at all? What's the last

thing you remember?" She was trying not to push Willow, but she knew

they needed answers.

Willow frowned and squinted her eyes. "I was- some girl- said

something about Oz. I needed to straighten things out- and that's it."

Things were becoming a little clearer now, she just needed to

concentrate. She took a couple of deep breaths and tried to focus on

remembering what happened, but her mind produced only blank spots.

She let out a groan of frustration.

Tara smiled gently at her. "It's okay if you don't remember- we'll

just try and find the girl to see what happened." She knew that she

didn't trust this girl, something fishy was up about her. Tara fully

intended to find out what it was.

Anya snorted- either the girl was lying or she was werewolf food.

They'd never see her again either way "Good luck with that!"

Deraina's lair

Deraina chuckled as she saw Anyanka, recognizing her as the vengeance

demon who focused her attacks of vengeance on men. "Who would've

thought? Anyanka helping them." She shook her head, greatly amused by

what she saw. "Well, Willow, let's test this out. Why don't you

attack, but not kill Anyanka, saying how she's evil and all." She

smiled, and sat back to watch what'll happen.

Anyanka- who would've thought?

Giles's place

Willow sat up suddenly, her eyes glazed over, ignoring Tara's protests

of how she should take it easy. She had one thing on her mind. Attack

Anyanka. She walked toward her, her fists balled up, ready to attack.

She could vaguely hear shouts of protests in the background, but she

could only see one thing. Anyanka. She was evil, and she would hurt

Xander. Her best buddy Xander- she couldn't let that happen.

Anya could see Willow advancing toward her, and she wondered what was

going on. "What are you doing!" she squeaked. She didn't like the look

on Willow's face- it was purely animalistic. She couldn't see any

traces of Willow's humanity inside. This wasn't her doing- not this

time.

Willow jumped and tackled Anya, pinning her to the ground. She punched

Anya repeatedly, wondering how she obtained this extra strength.

Normally she wouldn't be able to do much damage at all, not without

magic, but now- it was brutal...

Anya was getting bruised and bloody as she tried to push the Wiccan

off her. She didn't like it at all. She kept screaming at Willow to

stop, but Willow didn't seem to be able to hear her. She wondered if

this was spell that backfired. If it was, it was typical, Willow

always did mess up at magic. Anya cried out for help again as Willow

punched her in the nose, causing it to break. Finally Xander ran in

and tried to get Willow off her. But the red head proved to be too

strong for him, so Angel joined in the attempt.

Deraina's lair

Deraina had herself a good laugh at Anyanka's expression. It was as

though nobody ever expected Willow to do anything violent. She decided

to take pity on the two men trying to hold her back, they could hold

on to their fragile egos another day. They would never be able to

pull Willow off her, not while she was under Deraina's command. "It's

good Willow, you may stop fighting and go back to normal." She smiled,

and watched what would happen next. This was too much fun.

Giles's place

Willow stopped fighting immediately, and Angel and Xander pulled her

off of something. She wondered why she wasn't on the couch anymore.

She smiled uncertainly at Angel and Xander, who seemed to be holding

on to her for the world. "Okay guys, you're hurting my arms now. Let

me go." She wondered what was going on, maybe it was some sort of

training activity. She must've blacked out again or something, because

she had no memory of what was going on.

"So you can go and attack Anya again! No way!" Xander yelled angrily,

tightening his grip on her arm. Normally he wouldn't say that to his

best friend, but seeing her beat Anya to the bloody pulp made him snap.

Willow froze, wondering what on earth Xander was talking about.

"What?" She asked, looking at Tara, her eyes full of confusion. Tara

looked away from her and glanced at Anya. "I wouldn't do that!" Why

would anyone accuse her of hurting someone- she wouldn't do that, not

even to Anya.

Anya groaned in pain, still laying on the floor. "You just did you

bitch!" Max went next to Anya and offered to heal her wounds, and

Anya gladly accepted the offer. Max left his silver hand print on her

as he healed her, and Anya felt much better. She thanked him for his

trouble and glared at Willow.

Willow's eyes grew in horror as she saw Anya laying there on the

ground. She couldn't have done that to her- not even if she wanted to!

Buffy was the one with super strength, Willow just did the magic.

Wesley glanced up from his book, his eyes grew in horror as he saw the

fading mark on Willow's back. He flipped though the book he was

reading, trying to prove himself wrong. He wanted to be wrong. Very

badly.

But he wasn't.

"Willow- I believe you have the mark of Deraina."

Sunnydale Cemetery

"The moon is shining brightly upon me. Soon, it will be dark, and the

sun will shine no more." A raven-haired woman whispered to her blonde

companion.

"That's right Drusilla- soon darkness will reign." The blonde agreed.

She loved it when Drusilla had her visions, it always paid to have a

psychic as a grandchilde. She'd have to remember to thank Angel about

this later- she never appreciated Drusilla back in the good old days,

but now she's been handy.

Drusilla twirled under the moonlight, spreading her arms out as if she

were a ballerina. "My Angel reigns here, Grandmother," she murmured,

thinking of the time when she and Spike and Angelus were all together.

It had been a fun time, but then Angel and Spike had to go all soft,

and team up with the Slayer.

Darla rolled her eyes, disgusted at the way those in her family had

been behaving lately. The Master was probably looking up at them in

repugnance from the pits of Hell, wondering how he helped create such

beings that disgraced the line. She laughed at the expression on his

face that she imagined him having. "Not for long." She smiled evilly.

She knew Angel was going down, and coming right back where he belonged.

With her.

Drusilla nodded, looking up at the stars melancholically. "The pretty

lawyers wanted us to come here and fight," she whispered sadly. "Why

did we do so?"

Darla sighed impatiently, sick of all the questions. She loved

Drusilla and all, but she could get so damn annoying, Darla always had

to repeat everything. "Because, Dru, Angel will be fighting- this is

the deciding battle. We have to work on getting him to lose his soul."

Drusilla breathed an unnecessary breath at the prospect. "Bring Daddy

home." She giggled excitedly at the thought, of having her daddy back

with her. Things were always so much more fun- he brought a darkness

that neither she nor Darla quite had- a darkness that Spike never

could have. Her sire was quite extraordinary.

Darla smiled, knowing exactly how Drusilla felt. "Yes, and besides now

you can talk to the stars and the moon without the buildings being in

your way." Darla smirked, remembering the time Drusilla complained

endlessly about them while they were in L.A.

Drusilla pouted at the mention of the buildings. "Dreadful things-

they were always trying to listen in to our conversation."

Giles's place

Willow sat down on the couch, with Xander and Angel standing guard

around her warily. She was stunned by Wesley's news. She couldn't

believe that Deraina had gotten to her. Now, her she was, well, her

bitch. Wesley had explained that she wouldn't remember what happened,

which would explain her forgetting the attack on Deraina. But Willow

couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was hardly the first

day on the job, and she was, if you thought about it technically,

crossed over to the dark side. Her eyes teared up in frustration at

not being able to do something more.

Tara knelt in front of her on the couch and clasped Willow's hand.

"Don't worry Will, we'll find a way to stop this," she smiled

comfortingly. Willow managed a weak grin at her girlfriend, despite

not being able to find a way to smile about this.

"Thanks Tara. I- uh- I think I need to get some rest. Being knocked

unconscious made me sleepy." Willow kissed Tara quickly to not worry

her, and started up to her room.

Maria watched her leave, and moved next to Michael. "Can you believe

this? We're barely here, and all ready someone's- well, you know." She

said nervously, wondering if perhaps Michael had been right to want to

leave. "And she lives here, what do you think could happen to us if

anyone evil decides to and they get a chance?" For the first time,

Maria was getting really scared, it was like reality had sunk in.

Michael sighed and rolled his eyes, not feeling much sympathy. He had

tried to warn them this would happen, but everyone just thought this

was going to be an easy ride. "This is why I wanted to leave in the

first place." He looked at her accusingly. "But you wanted to stay."

Too bad nobody listened to him earlier. Well he could say 'I told you

so' when they all died.

Maria groaned and copied his eye rolling. "Look Spaceboy, I know we're

dating and all, but that doesn't mean I have to side with you on

everything, because heaven knows you don't side with me on anything."

She rolled her eyes again sarcastically; sometimes Michael could be so

maddening.

Michael shrugged, still bitter. "Whatever."

Sunnydale Cemetery crypt

Drusilla was pouting angrily in the corner. She didn't like this new

girl, who called herself Katherine; she was mean and was very cross at

Dru. Darla entered the room and sat next to Dru.

"What's wrong Dru?" she asked, not really concerned. Drusilla told

her. "Dru, honey, Katherine's here to help us get Angel back, just

deal with her for a while, then we can kill her. She just has magic

uses we don't have." Darla herself wasn't fond of Katherine, but

Wolfram and Hart decided it was necessary to hire her and send her to

live with Darla and Drusilla.

Drusilla still pouted. "But she's quite mean to me, she doesn't like

me. She likes you though."

Darla patted her hand, not necessary for comfort, just to get Drusilla

to shut up. "Just remember this is for 'Daddy'. Now, how would you

like to go kill some Sunnydalians?" Darla was always up for a good

kill, and she knew it would make Dru feel better.

Drusilla smiled. "I would like that a lot."