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Willow The Witch

Chapter 8- Old Friends and Giant Bug Movies

Willow pulled herself off of Tara and stood up. "I'm gonna do it."
"Do what?"
"Be the Slayer. And I'm gonna do it good" Willow put on her resolve face.
"I know you are." Tara smiled.

When Willow walked into the front of the store, everyone tried to appear that they hadn't heard her cries from the training room. "Giles, we'll start training tomorrow."
He seemed surprised but nodded in agreement at her.
"Do we need to talk about this?" She asked the room.
"About what?" Dawn asked.
"Me. Being the Slayer. We all know, but we haven't really talked about it."
"Well, yes. We probably do need to talk about it. What it means." Giles sat down at the table, looking at the redhead.
"Then we will. Tonight. Eight o'clock?"
"Why can't we just get it over with now?" Spike asked the witch.
"I have someone to talk to." She smiled lightly, walking out of The Magic Box.

Willow knocked on the door and waited for it to open. When it did, she pushed in and turned to the person who opened it. She smiled at her life-long friend.
"Hey." She sounded kind of unsure.
"Hey." Xander walked past her, to the couch. He sat down and picked up his earlier discarded beer.
"I-I just wanted to talk to you. About last night. You seemed pretty upset." She sat down beside him.
"Willow, you're the Slayer." He faced her.
"I know." She paused. "Big step huh?"
"Yeah." Xander sighed. "I'm scared for you."
"I'm scared for me too." She smiled at him.
"This isn't a joke Willow. Slayers die. Look at Buffy." He spoke the words bitterly, getting up from his seat.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I can't lose you."
"You won't. I'll do this. I can do it. Or…I think I can. But if I can't then I will die. But everybody dies."
"Not at twenty."
"Some do."
Xander just shook his head.
"Xander…" Willow stood up, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. "…you're my best friend. I need you in this. I won't be able to do it without you. Original Scoobies remember?"
He gave her a small smile. "Yeah."
"Speaking of…" She let go of him. "Scooby Meeting tonight at eight."
She shrugged. "Wanna go catch a movie?"
"Sure. I hear they have a new movie about a giant bug."
"Always exciting."
"Always."