She walked with them, she even hummed a diddy in her head. These girls weren't her friends, they were people who left their homes to hide what horrors lay in the closets. Rape, incest, murder, secrets. They all had a story to tell, they all had a past to rid themselves of. They also were all afraid of Faith. Maybe because she could disable police equipped with guns, or the fact that her primitive urges of killing and sex lye more on the surface.
"Faith where are we going?" one of the voices called from the crowd.
"Shut up. I give the orders I tell the tales. You are all nothing, so be quiet. Be quiet." she laughed a little.
They stopped in unison. Faith kicked the door that stood in front of her open. She had disregard for the restaurant titled 'Dave's Ribs'. She knew the group was low on money. She needed to keep the pack able to fight and die for her. She had no care that the owner, appropriately named Dave kept a shotgun behind the desk. She just knew he was going to give the money and they were going to walk. At least that's how all the other nights ended.
Faith ran towards the cashier, an alarm had been going off. Dave stood up from his perched position up on the stairs. He ran for his desk, Faith tripped him, and kicked him in the ribs over towards a booth. Hah, she had kicked Dave in the ribs, in his restaurant titled 'Dave's Ribs'. She broke the cashier on the floor and grabbed all the 20's and 10's and 5's. Singles meant nothing to her. She seemed to be crouching like a child does over a new bug. Faith began to walk towards the door. They never saw it coming. They just all witnessed bills and blood fly through the air. They watched her curled brown hair flutter to her face and shape her cheeks. They watched her body fall beneath her to the ground. They watched as she twitched and the casings of the shotgun fall to the moment. This all happened in less than a minute. And in less than a half a minute the girls had fled the scene. The invincible, once slayer known as Faith, lay dead on the checkered floors with paper bills at her side.
Willow Rosenberg had been praying for this day. Her friends all loved how she looked in that gown. How her fiancé complimented her. But Willow loved it the most. It was her life. They never knew she was capable of rendering the world helpless or that her powers could turn your blood cold. They never knew she was lesbian or that she helped create a soldier or once vulnerable young women. They just knew that today was her wedding to Matthew Greenwich, son of Gerald Greenwich of the realty company Greenwich and Greenwich or that his wife Martha Greenwich was just a normal stay at home mother. She stepped down the aisle with her closet friends all in awe. It was rehearsal, she wanted it perfect. One last step, and then it was over. Martha took her by the wrist and twirled her. She was so happy her son had met this beautiful woman.
"Oh you must be so ecstatic" Martha giggled and sat down on third row end seat to rest.
"I try Mrs. Greenwich. I will soon be the same title!" the fake smile faded but no one noticed.
Willow set a small charmed crystal at her feet and the room never noticed she walked off to the side. They were seeing a mirror of Willow. Answering the questions, smiling at the appropriate intervals and nodding and giggling. Willow couldn't be a witch to them. She didn't save the world ever Tuesday. They just knew she was a woman who had been in love with Matthew for nearly thirteen months.