---===Chapter Three===---
laundry day
Willow was working on her and Tara's laundry at her parents house while they were out of town. Sitting on the couch in the living room, she eagerly watched Fear Factor.
"I could so do this show and win the money...well with a little magic," said Willow, "make the bugs look like White Castle burgers or something."
In the background Willow heard the buzzer to the dryer announcing that another load of laundry was done. Reluctantly she got up and headed off to get another basket of laundry to fold, having great distaste for wrinkles she sped up her pace.
"Nothing funner than laundry on a Saturday night," Willow said, "wish Tara would've come". Dirty thoughts filled Willow's head of what they could have down with the time in between loads, leaving a smile on her face.
"Just wait until I get home," Willow started before she was interupted by the doorbell ringing, "Wonder who that is. Only Tara knew where I was at."
Willow looked through the peephole in the door and saw her best- friend Buffy standing there. Having not seen her that day she excitedly unlocked the door and opened it.
"Buffy," Willow said greeting her bestest friend, "Xander called and said..." stopping when she her friend standing there without the door blocking her emotions. Immediately her senses told her something was bad, very bad.
"xander's...." Buffy hesitated seeing the distressed look in her friend's eye. At one time that would of halted her and she would have comforted her.
"Xander and Tara are dead Willow," Buffy said, "not sure what got them yet, I'm sorry Willow. We will get it."
Willow fell apart, tears running down both sides of her face. Buffy took her into her arms, cradling her head attempting to calm her down. Willow's gaze fixed out the window, as if waiting for any moment that Tara would dash into her house, really not dead. Or Xander would be doing the snoopy dance for her amusement. None of this could really be true.
"I love you Willow and thats why your death will be the quickest," Buffy said with an evil grin.
Willow still in a daze came back to realizing what her friend just said. Thinking now that somehow this isn't her Buffy and there was hope for them all. Buffy grabbed her by the throat, tossing her body onto the couch. She continued to choke her while her body flopped around pointlessly. No one could stop the Slayer.
"Goodbye my friend," Buffy said as Willow's spirit faded from her body, "time to go."