Reviews, reviews, reviews! What every author asks for! Please? Pretty Please? Okay, if at least four different people review…I'll write a chapter that is…four pages long in Word! How about that? That's really, really long for me? Eh? Ah…look how low I've sunken! Bribes! tisk tisk. I don't take it back though! Four people! Come on…it isn't hard!
I've been getting a lot of reviews asking how Willow and Spike became close. When watching parts of seasons 5-7 I can totally see Spike and Willow joking around like old friends. And I think given the right circumstances, they could have been. But this is just my opinion and I'm insane, so…
Oh, and I've gotten a LOT of reviews saying that my chapters are short. I know. :'(
This is because my original fictions, (not posted online) were written without chapters. The whole stopping point thing is new to me. So the first chance I think is a good one I go for it. I'll try to make them longer, but no promises. I have a short attention span and have a hard time writing one thing for long periods of time.

Willow The Witch

Chapter Nine- Athanick

Willow and Xander walked into The Magic Box hand in hand. Spike and Dawn were sitting on the couch. Tara and Giles were at the table, and Anya was at the cash register.
"Hello all."
"Shut up, Harris. Can we get this over with? I have patrol." Spike sighed.
"Oh goodie, the bleached wonder is here. I was hoping for something to make this more crappy."
"Boys." Willow warned. "Okay, I'm the Slayer. Simple put huh?" Willow sat down by Tara. "Now…hmm…there isn't as much to talk about as I thought."
"Sure there is. We can discuss your training and patrol." Xander smiled, trying to be as cheerful as possible.
"And the fact that your old." Spike spoke bluntly.
"Hey!" Willow threw one of the smaller books that sat on the table at the vampire. "I'm not old!"
Spike caught the book, "You're not sixteen." He raised an eyebrow at her, tossing the book back on the table with a loud clank.
"Spike does have a point, even if he may not have spoken the right words." Giles started to clean his glasses. "As far as I know, you're the oldest Slayer ever to be called. I can't possibly think of a reason. Potentials…well lose their chance after reaching a certain age."
"Potentials?" Dawn asked.
"Yes, um, Potential Slayers. Those who have the ability to become a Slayer if, well, an opportunity has…does…open."
"If a Slayer kicks it?" Spike rolled his eyes at Giles britishness.
"You would know all about that process wouldn't you Mr. William The Bloody?" Xander replied coldly.
"Shut your gob, whelp. Nobody asked you."
"Why don't you come over here and make me shut my gob!" Xander used a poor English accent.
Spike stood up. "Chip or not, I'm not afraid of you."
Xander stood, "Maybe you should be."
"Little boy."
"Old man."
"I am not old!"
"You're the oldest one here! And Giles is in the room!"
Xander and Spike were inches away from each other.
"I bet your glad Willow's the new Slayer. Make an easy target…chip or not."
Spike snapped at Xander. Literally, her flashed to game face, and snapped in his face.
Xander jumped back.
"Hey!" Willow bellowed, her eyes turned black and as she slammed her fists on the table, it turned to ice.
Xander and Spike both jumped back looking at her.
Willow's eyes turned back to normal, and the table unfroze. She sat back down in her chair and looked at Giles. "W-what was that?!"
He had the same surprised expression as everyone else. "I have no idea. Has that every happened before?"
"No. Defiantly no." Willow was clearly shaken.
"Maybe your new Slayer powers are interfering with your old powers."
"Or…" Tara put a hand on Willow's back, although looking at Giles. "Maybe her Slayer powers, that enhanced her speed and strength, a-also enhanced her powers."
"It is possible I suppose."
"I-I think it's been another way too long night." Willow stood. "I think we should call it a night."
"It's been less than ten minutes!" Dawn complained, not ready to go home.
"Come on Dawnie." Tara stood by Willow.
The teenager huffed, but got her things together and said goodbye to Spike.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Willow hugged Giles briefly, smiled at Xander and left.

A little while later, Willow was standing in front of the mirror in her and Tara's room. She put her brush down and climbed in bed, soon followed by Tara.
"What was it like?" Tara asked.
"What was what like?"
"The thing, earlier. With the ice."
"Oh. It was intense…it took a lot out of me."
"And?"
"And nothing."
"Will, I saw the look on your face. That wasn't just a 'whew, that was tiring face'."
"It…it wasn't good."
Tara just looked at her, confusing clear on her face.
"The magic. It…it wasn't good. It was evil. I just had this strong feeling…and I know it was. What if you're right? What if this is all me. My power, just given a little boost. Does that mean that I'm evil?"
Tara was quiet for a moment. Then climbed out of bed and walked over to the bookshelf.
"What are you doing?"
"I…I read something a while back." She faced Willow. "It was…um, about magic doses? You know? Well, it was about a witch from the 16th century. Athanick, I think. She was a normal witch. In secret of course, but some goddess dosed her. And it boosted her powers." Tara faced the shelf again, looking for the book. "She sought out the goddess, about it. Beuwen, I think. She confronted her on it. Beuwen wouldn't tell her why she did what she did, but told her it was nothing she added to her. Just pushed her. Within the next month, Beuwen did it again, and Athanick went evil. She killed people for 12 days before she returned to her old self." Tara picked up a big book, and walked back over to the bed, flipping threw the pages as Willow looked over her shoulder. "She immediately went back to Beuwen, weeping, and asked her why she had turned evil. The goddess told her that she was adjusting to the powers. As if it was simple as that. She told Athanick to never return to her, and that she would come to her, when the time was right. Beuwen didn't know what she meant, but followed the instructions, and left. But that's as far as this book went on the story." Tara stopped on a page and Willow gasped at it. It had a large drawn picture of Beuwen, her long golden hair, sweeping behind her as she stood facing Athanick, a young girl with long red hair. Athanick was crying, her hands in front of her, as though pleading to the goddess.
"So…you're saying I'm going to go evil and kill people, or that I was dosed by a goddess?"
"No, no. I'm just saying, that the evil feeling…it doesn't mean anything. It's just your powers getting used to themselves at new height. I didn't want you to get worried over it." Tara set down the book and laid back down.
"Thanks." Willow put a smile on her face, laying down. She felt Tara's arms wrap around her from behind. Her girlfriend meant to calm her about her new powers. But she just made it worse. Willow closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing mind.