Again, I do not own Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or
Charmed. They all belong to their respective owners: JK Rowling, Joss
Whedon, and Constance M. Burge.
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For the beginning, I just took the dialogue straight out of the script. I think there are only a few minor changes. I did remove scenes that really didn't matter to the plot, like Buffy and Giles talking in the training room or Xander, Dawn, Jonathan, and Andrew running from Willow. It's pretty self-explanatory when it starts being my stuff. Other than that...I hope you enjoy! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Day the Magic Died
Chapter Two
Hello Humanity, My Name's Willow
~*~Sunnydale, California; the Magic Box~*~
"Uh, oh. Daddy's home."
Willow pulled her torso up so she could see the man she was making fun of.
"I'm in wicked trouble now," Willow taunted.
"You've no idea," Giles said. He wanted so much to save Willow from this path. "You have to stop what you're doing."
"Ooh, sorry. Can't do that," Willow said sarcastically. "I'm not finished yet." Willow tried to stand. She figured she could get rid of Giles quite easily if he was caught off guard.
"Neither am I." Giles unexpectedly waved his hand, "Stay down."
Willow fell back as if someone had pushed her down hard. Willow look was one of astonishment.
Anya lifted herself up and looked stupidly at Giles, whose gaze was fixed on Willow.
"How did you..." Anya started.
"New trick from the old dog," Willow said wryly. "That's borrowed power. No way it's strong enough to-"
"I'm here to help you," Giles said, cutting her off.
"Thanks, but I can kill a couple of geeks all by myself, if you'd like to watch..." Willow's tone changed from sarcastic from hurtful. "I mean that's what you Watchers are good at, right? Watching...Butting in on things that don't concern you..."
"You concern me, Willow. Stay on this path and you're going to wind up dead." Giles was so afraid for Willow's life. He wanted only to save her.
"Willow, listen to him," Buffy said. "I don't want to fight you anymore." Buffy shook her head as she spoke. She fought so hard to keep any tears from falling.
"I don't want to fight you either," Willow said with all sincerity. Suddenly, she switched her eyes from Buffy to Giles. "I wanna fight him."
Willow put her hands behind her and started to lift herself up.
Giles made the same gesture as before, "Stay down."
Willow waved her hand in front of her chest, "No." Willow began to continue from her earlier spar.
"Remember we had that little spat before you left? When you were under the delusion you were still relevant here?" Willow asked these questions as if she wanted an answer for them.
"You called me," Willow adopted a snooty English accent as to mock Giles, "a rank, arrogant amateur." Willow dropped the accent and stopped beating around the bush. "Well, buckle up, Rupert..." Willow's normally green eyes grew darker and darker, as though it were a tidal wave of black washing out all the beautiful color. "'Cause I've turned pro."
Willow's voice took on that same eerie resonance and time seemed to stop for Buffy. The last thing she heard was that voice; the voice that made Buffy cringe; the voice that told Buffy, cruelly reassuring her, that Willow was slipping farther and farther away from her. She hated the sound that came from Willow each time the magicks became significantly strong in her. It made her think of everything that was bad and wrong with the world. It made her think of death, of Angel's death, her mother's death, Tara's death, her death...and how she was ripped out of the one place that ever made her feel complete and happy.
And all she could see was green...bright green...unusually bright green. Time had started again. Buffy threw her head up and saw that it was Willow who was shining so brightly. And she could hear that...voice...chanting.
"Asmodea, bring forth..."
"Vincire!"
Giles had cut her off...stopped her from wreaking the havoc she knew she would regret when they turned her back. But then a thought ran through Giles' head; he couldn't help but think it.
"If we can turn her back."
Giles came back to the scene right in front of him. He watched as...
A green force field had begun to wrap itself around Willow. She became confused; almost crazed.
"What-? No! Off me-" Willow's normal Willow voice had come back to her. She tried unsuccessfully to fight off the force field around her. "Solvo! Libero-" Her efforts were futile. Willows head fell back and she was lost in a semi-catatonic state. The force field closed fully around her and she began to bob in mid-air, right in the middle of the Magic Shop.
Giles walked over to Willow. Even after all the wrong choices she had made and bad she had done, he still couldn't help but love her. But as he looked at her, he realized the Willow he loved was not there, and if she was, she was buried deep beneath all the magick and revenge and hate. Her red hair was gone and now a deep hateful looking black. Her eyes screamed how much torture the real Willow was in. The veins...all those veins...they poisoned her beautiful face.
"I'm very sorry about Tara," Giles said in hope that it would bring a little of the real Willow back to them.
"This...won't hold me...forever," Willow choked.
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Anya began to do the only thing she thought might take her mind off things...inventory. She stood in her favorite place in the store-behind the cash register. She counted the money...twenty, forty, si-
"Anya..."
"W-Willow?" Anya asked bewilderedly. She walked over to a paralyzed Willow. She had her eyes open for the first time since she talked to Giles and she was staring at Anya with full intent to stay in her mind.
"I need you, Anya. I need you to do something for me."
"I know what you're trying to do. Hate to burst your bubble, but mind control doesn't work on vengeance demons, so why don't you just-"
"Stop talking and listen to me."
Why was it now suddenly so hard to resist her now? Just say no.
"Okay," Anya said compliantly.
"You need to free me."
Anya tried to resist Willow. Even though Willow's hold on her was strong, Anya knew that letting her go would cause all sorts of damage.
"No..." Anya started towards the training room, where Buffy and Giles had taken refuge in.
"You don't want to call out to them. You want to take away this binding spell," Willow coaxed.
Anya, finally giving up said, "I...I don't know how."
"I do. Do you want me to tell you how?"
"If you want me to take it away, you have to, Willow," Anya responded.
"Ok. All you say, Anya, is laxo. Ok? Laxo."
"That's it? Laxo?"
Willow fell to the floor, the green force field had dissolved into nothing and Willow, and all her magick, was free. Anya stepped back quickly. Her eyes were wide and she put her hand over her mouth, knowing full well what she had just done. Willow picked herself up and walked over to Anya.
"Thanks, Anya. You really did me a big favor," Willow said as that same sarcastic tone found its way back to her.
Anya looked terrified as Willow pulled her hand back and smacked her with the back of her hand. Anya dropped to the floor in a big heap of unconsciousness.
"Yeah, Anya...a really big favor," Willow said to the knocked-out demon at her feet. Willow turned around and looked at the entrance to the training room. She pondered for a second, trying to decide if she should go and attack Buffy and Giles.
"No," Willow thought," I've got bigger fish to fry...well nerdier at least."
Willow started for the exit, stepping over a sleeping Anya, and not even looking back.
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Willow walked down the main street, passed the Espresso Pump and the movie theater. She walked and she walked and she walked and the image of Tara found its way into her head. She could see their bed and Tara was laying on it. She looked so beautiful. Her hair billowed behind her head and her bare legs were uncovered. Tara moved her head and it was as though she looked straight at Willow. Tara's smiled and her face lit up with happiness.
And then all Willow could see was red. Blood red. And then she was lying on the floor in their room, holding the love of her life. Everything she loved about her had left her body. It had escaped through the hole that bastard had created in her chest. That hole...that evil hateful hole. It took everything away from her...and Willow. If she could she would kill that sorry fuck all over again...only slower, more painful, more cruelly.
Willow snapped out of her vision. She was on her knees in the middle of the street and she was sobbing and she was screaming Tara's name.
"Tara, please come back, baby! I need you...I...need you," Willow sobbed. She cried and abruptly, she stopped.
Willow picked her head up and began heaving. And she took off. She ran. She ran as fast as she could. She had yet to figure out where she was running to. She just ran. It was strange. When she was running, she forgot who she was, or what she had done. She felt like Artemis chasing animals in the forest.
The forest. She stopped and there she was; the spot where she killed Warren. She dropped to her knees and dug her fingers into the earth.
"AAHHHH!!! Why'd you take her away from me, you bastard!?" Willow yelled at the spot where she had bound Warren only a few hours before. "I hope you're burning in hell for what you've done to her...for what you've done to me." Willow's voice turned into a soft whisper.
And she knelt there in silence. She stared at the spot. Just stared. Nothing went through her head. No thoughts or pictures of anyone.
No one.
Silence.
Nothing.
And suddenly, she came back. And she could feel herself come back to her. A part of the real Willow, not all of Willow, but a tiny sliver, had found its way back to this unfamiliar body. She picked herself up and stood there. She didn't even notice the sharp pains in her legs.
"Is this what humanity feels like?"
She took one last look at that place. And then she left. She wandered aimlessly in the pitch blackness of the forest. She couldn't really see what was in front of her. A tree here or there. A bush, some dirt. Green?
She felt a tug below her belly button. Blinding green light and black orbs surrounded her. It pulled her against her will. She tried to think of a spell to kill the orbs, but it rendered her incapable of all thought.
Finally, she gave into the feeling to let the swirl of green and black take her away from everything.
She landed in a gray room. It smelled of fear, anger, deception, and evil. It was cold...in more ways than one.
She saw the outline of a man, but she couldn't see his face.
"Who are you?" Willow asked harshly. "Why'd you bring me here?"
"To give you power, power beyond your wildest dreams." The stranger's voice was cold...and high.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I already have power," Willow retorted with her smart-ass tone.
"But I can tell you haven't much power left. You've been drained of it."
"Yeah? Drain this...Asmodea," Willow began to chant the same spell she was going to use against Giles when...
"You do not want to do that, Willow."
"Why not?" Anger surfaced in her voice.
"Shh......" The stranger whispered,
"Who are you?" Willow asked one more time. The stranger rose from his throne-like chair. He walked over to Willow and came into the light. When she laid eyes one him, a little part of her was scared, but the rest of her felt...like she was in good company.
"I am Lord Voldemort."
She looked at him for a moment and then a look of confusion donned on her.
"Who?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I was so surprised. I also want to say sorry for the long wait for the new chapter. I got major writers block on top of mountains of homework. But winter break is coming up and I hope to get the new chapter written during that time. As for the next chapter, here's what I see happening. Phoebe's thoughts as she copes with Prue's death. Thanks for reading. Happy Holidays!
For the beginning, I just took the dialogue straight out of the script. I think there are only a few minor changes. I did remove scenes that really didn't matter to the plot, like Buffy and Giles talking in the training room or Xander, Dawn, Jonathan, and Andrew running from Willow. It's pretty self-explanatory when it starts being my stuff. Other than that...I hope you enjoy! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Day the Magic Died
Chapter Two
Hello Humanity, My Name's Willow
~*~Sunnydale, California; the Magic Box~*~
"Uh, oh. Daddy's home."
Willow pulled her torso up so she could see the man she was making fun of.
"I'm in wicked trouble now," Willow taunted.
"You've no idea," Giles said. He wanted so much to save Willow from this path. "You have to stop what you're doing."
"Ooh, sorry. Can't do that," Willow said sarcastically. "I'm not finished yet." Willow tried to stand. She figured she could get rid of Giles quite easily if he was caught off guard.
"Neither am I." Giles unexpectedly waved his hand, "Stay down."
Willow fell back as if someone had pushed her down hard. Willow look was one of astonishment.
Anya lifted herself up and looked stupidly at Giles, whose gaze was fixed on Willow.
"How did you..." Anya started.
"New trick from the old dog," Willow said wryly. "That's borrowed power. No way it's strong enough to-"
"I'm here to help you," Giles said, cutting her off.
"Thanks, but I can kill a couple of geeks all by myself, if you'd like to watch..." Willow's tone changed from sarcastic from hurtful. "I mean that's what you Watchers are good at, right? Watching...Butting in on things that don't concern you..."
"You concern me, Willow. Stay on this path and you're going to wind up dead." Giles was so afraid for Willow's life. He wanted only to save her.
"Willow, listen to him," Buffy said. "I don't want to fight you anymore." Buffy shook her head as she spoke. She fought so hard to keep any tears from falling.
"I don't want to fight you either," Willow said with all sincerity. Suddenly, she switched her eyes from Buffy to Giles. "I wanna fight him."
Willow put her hands behind her and started to lift herself up.
Giles made the same gesture as before, "Stay down."
Willow waved her hand in front of her chest, "No." Willow began to continue from her earlier spar.
"Remember we had that little spat before you left? When you were under the delusion you were still relevant here?" Willow asked these questions as if she wanted an answer for them.
"You called me," Willow adopted a snooty English accent as to mock Giles, "a rank, arrogant amateur." Willow dropped the accent and stopped beating around the bush. "Well, buckle up, Rupert..." Willow's normally green eyes grew darker and darker, as though it were a tidal wave of black washing out all the beautiful color. "'Cause I've turned pro."
Willow's voice took on that same eerie resonance and time seemed to stop for Buffy. The last thing she heard was that voice; the voice that made Buffy cringe; the voice that told Buffy, cruelly reassuring her, that Willow was slipping farther and farther away from her. She hated the sound that came from Willow each time the magicks became significantly strong in her. It made her think of everything that was bad and wrong with the world. It made her think of death, of Angel's death, her mother's death, Tara's death, her death...and how she was ripped out of the one place that ever made her feel complete and happy.
And all she could see was green...bright green...unusually bright green. Time had started again. Buffy threw her head up and saw that it was Willow who was shining so brightly. And she could hear that...voice...chanting.
"Asmodea, bring forth..."
"Vincire!"
Giles had cut her off...stopped her from wreaking the havoc she knew she would regret when they turned her back. But then a thought ran through Giles' head; he couldn't help but think it.
"If we can turn her back."
Giles came back to the scene right in front of him. He watched as...
A green force field had begun to wrap itself around Willow. She became confused; almost crazed.
"What-? No! Off me-" Willow's normal Willow voice had come back to her. She tried unsuccessfully to fight off the force field around her. "Solvo! Libero-" Her efforts were futile. Willows head fell back and she was lost in a semi-catatonic state. The force field closed fully around her and she began to bob in mid-air, right in the middle of the Magic Shop.
Giles walked over to Willow. Even after all the wrong choices she had made and bad she had done, he still couldn't help but love her. But as he looked at her, he realized the Willow he loved was not there, and if she was, she was buried deep beneath all the magick and revenge and hate. Her red hair was gone and now a deep hateful looking black. Her eyes screamed how much torture the real Willow was in. The veins...all those veins...they poisoned her beautiful face.
"I'm very sorry about Tara," Giles said in hope that it would bring a little of the real Willow back to them.
"This...won't hold me...forever," Willow choked.
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Anya began to do the only thing she thought might take her mind off things...inventory. She stood in her favorite place in the store-behind the cash register. She counted the money...twenty, forty, si-
"Anya..."
"W-Willow?" Anya asked bewilderedly. She walked over to a paralyzed Willow. She had her eyes open for the first time since she talked to Giles and she was staring at Anya with full intent to stay in her mind.
"I need you, Anya. I need you to do something for me."
"I know what you're trying to do. Hate to burst your bubble, but mind control doesn't work on vengeance demons, so why don't you just-"
"Stop talking and listen to me."
Why was it now suddenly so hard to resist her now? Just say no.
"Okay," Anya said compliantly.
"You need to free me."
Anya tried to resist Willow. Even though Willow's hold on her was strong, Anya knew that letting her go would cause all sorts of damage.
"No..." Anya started towards the training room, where Buffy and Giles had taken refuge in.
"You don't want to call out to them. You want to take away this binding spell," Willow coaxed.
Anya, finally giving up said, "I...I don't know how."
"I do. Do you want me to tell you how?"
"If you want me to take it away, you have to, Willow," Anya responded.
"Ok. All you say, Anya, is laxo. Ok? Laxo."
"That's it? Laxo?"
Willow fell to the floor, the green force field had dissolved into nothing and Willow, and all her magick, was free. Anya stepped back quickly. Her eyes were wide and she put her hand over her mouth, knowing full well what she had just done. Willow picked herself up and walked over to Anya.
"Thanks, Anya. You really did me a big favor," Willow said as that same sarcastic tone found its way back to her.
Anya looked terrified as Willow pulled her hand back and smacked her with the back of her hand. Anya dropped to the floor in a big heap of unconsciousness.
"Yeah, Anya...a really big favor," Willow said to the knocked-out demon at her feet. Willow turned around and looked at the entrance to the training room. She pondered for a second, trying to decide if she should go and attack Buffy and Giles.
"No," Willow thought," I've got bigger fish to fry...well nerdier at least."
Willow started for the exit, stepping over a sleeping Anya, and not even looking back.
~*~*~*~
Willow walked down the main street, passed the Espresso Pump and the movie theater. She walked and she walked and she walked and the image of Tara found its way into her head. She could see their bed and Tara was laying on it. She looked so beautiful. Her hair billowed behind her head and her bare legs were uncovered. Tara moved her head and it was as though she looked straight at Willow. Tara's smiled and her face lit up with happiness.
And then all Willow could see was red. Blood red. And then she was lying on the floor in their room, holding the love of her life. Everything she loved about her had left her body. It had escaped through the hole that bastard had created in her chest. That hole...that evil hateful hole. It took everything away from her...and Willow. If she could she would kill that sorry fuck all over again...only slower, more painful, more cruelly.
Willow snapped out of her vision. She was on her knees in the middle of the street and she was sobbing and she was screaming Tara's name.
"Tara, please come back, baby! I need you...I...need you," Willow sobbed. She cried and abruptly, she stopped.
Willow picked her head up and began heaving. And she took off. She ran. She ran as fast as she could. She had yet to figure out where she was running to. She just ran. It was strange. When she was running, she forgot who she was, or what she had done. She felt like Artemis chasing animals in the forest.
The forest. She stopped and there she was; the spot where she killed Warren. She dropped to her knees and dug her fingers into the earth.
"AAHHHH!!! Why'd you take her away from me, you bastard!?" Willow yelled at the spot where she had bound Warren only a few hours before. "I hope you're burning in hell for what you've done to her...for what you've done to me." Willow's voice turned into a soft whisper.
And she knelt there in silence. She stared at the spot. Just stared. Nothing went through her head. No thoughts or pictures of anyone.
No one.
Silence.
Nothing.
And suddenly, she came back. And she could feel herself come back to her. A part of the real Willow, not all of Willow, but a tiny sliver, had found its way back to this unfamiliar body. She picked herself up and stood there. She didn't even notice the sharp pains in her legs.
"Is this what humanity feels like?"
She took one last look at that place. And then she left. She wandered aimlessly in the pitch blackness of the forest. She couldn't really see what was in front of her. A tree here or there. A bush, some dirt. Green?
She felt a tug below her belly button. Blinding green light and black orbs surrounded her. It pulled her against her will. She tried to think of a spell to kill the orbs, but it rendered her incapable of all thought.
Finally, she gave into the feeling to let the swirl of green and black take her away from everything.
She landed in a gray room. It smelled of fear, anger, deception, and evil. It was cold...in more ways than one.
She saw the outline of a man, but she couldn't see his face.
"Who are you?" Willow asked harshly. "Why'd you bring me here?"
"To give you power, power beyond your wildest dreams." The stranger's voice was cold...and high.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I already have power," Willow retorted with her smart-ass tone.
"But I can tell you haven't much power left. You've been drained of it."
"Yeah? Drain this...Asmodea," Willow began to chant the same spell she was going to use against Giles when...
"You do not want to do that, Willow."
"Why not?" Anger surfaced in her voice.
"Shh......" The stranger whispered,
"Who are you?" Willow asked one more time. The stranger rose from his throne-like chair. He walked over to Willow and came into the light. When she laid eyes one him, a little part of her was scared, but the rest of her felt...like she was in good company.
"I am Lord Voldemort."
She looked at him for a moment and then a look of confusion donned on her.
"Who?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I was so surprised. I also want to say sorry for the long wait for the new chapter. I got major writers block on top of mountains of homework. But winter break is coming up and I hope to get the new chapter written during that time. As for the next chapter, here's what I see happening. Phoebe's thoughts as she copes with Prue's death. Thanks for reading. Happy Holidays!