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Willow The Witch

Chapter Eleven- The First Attack

Willow was walking down one of the many darkened streets of Sunnydale, a bucket of chicken under one arm. When she had gotten home from her first training session today, she was happier than she had been since she found out about her new calling. Her, Tara, and Dawn had spent the rest of the day at the mall, spending important 'girl time', as Dawn had called it.
Willow's eyes snapped to the right as she saw something move across the street. She sighed realizing one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries lied on the other side of Sun View Drive.
The Slayer's pace quickened as she became nervous. She had a weird feeling something was following her. And she was right.
A large, horned demon appeared from behind her and tackled her to the ground. Now he stood above her, smirking at her. "Hello." His smile got bigger. "Slayer."
Willow crawled backwards, trying to put as much distance between her and the demon as possible. She stood quickly, facing him. As he lunged at her she moved quickly to the left. He fell to the ground, but was up quickly.
Willow was terrified, facing the Slayer in her was one thing, and that was hard enough, being the Slayer? She wasn't sure she was quite ready for that yet. Forgetting her fear she swung her fist at the demon, connecting with his face. She spun, kicking him in the gut. She smiled; this may be easier than I thought. But the demon recovered and came back strong. He punched her three times in the face, one right after the other. He kicked her in the ribs, and she cried out in pain. He then, took advantage of her surprised state and picked her up, tossing her several yards away, and into a tree, as if she was as light as a feather. Willow had tears in her eyes. She was lying at the base of the tree, struggling to get up. More terrified than she was before, and with good reason. This demon was about to kill her; she could feel it in her bones. She thought for a moment, that it wouldn't be so bad.
She would get to be with Buffy. But then other thoughts flooded her mind. Her dying this soon into her calling. That would be failing Buffy. And Dawn. Tara, she couldn't leave Tara. Giles, and Xander. No.
She finally stood up, hunched over slightly, she had blood running down her chin from her mouth. The demon was watching her intensely as he stomped over to her. He walked like he knew that she was going to die. That he was going to kill her, no doubt. And that pissed her off. She was the Slayer now; it was her job to put fear into demon's hearts now. And she is going to start with this one.
She straightened even farther, now to her full height. She turned, facing him. She ran, jumping on top of him, making both of them tumble to the ground. She was up in half a second flat; she kicked him while he was down, making him roll on his back. He jumped up, about to hit her when she hit him. Hard. Hard enough to knock him back down. He now had blood covering his thick, scaly face, and wasn't moving to stand back up. She smiled. But then the demon shook it off, jumping up. She sighed, and threw a punch at him, which he caught, in his palm. He put pressure on her hand until they both heard it crack, and Willow screamed in pain. The demon laughed, releasing her hand, and pushing her to the ground. Willow held her hand, as she stood once again, broken and bleeding. She had blood coming from her mouth, a cut on her forehead, and her shirt was ripped on her shoulder, where she had a big cut from one of the sharper tree branches.
The demon came at her again, this time he chuckled as he pulled out a knife from a holder tied around his leg. He had had it there all along, holder and everything, and Willow had never noticed. He swung the knife at her sloppily; apparently Willow had hurt him, at least a little. He had meant to get her on the neck but she tried to move away, and it somehow caught her in the stomach, tearing her shirt again, and making a big gash on her stomach.
Willow stumbled back, more blood flowing from her new wound. She needed to leave, but knew she couldn't get away from this demon unless he was dead. She fell on the ground, kind of dizzy from lack of blood. She was propped up by her elbows, and was able to sit herself up, although whimpering in pain. The demon was looking down at her. "You really are pitiful."
Willow didn't reply as she scanned everything around her for a weapon. She remembered what Giles used to say, a Slayer should be able to make anything a weapon. But, maybe she wasn't cut out for this because she couldn't think of anything. I guess I'm going to have to do this my way.
Willow, still sitting on the ground, her own blood all around her, held out her hand. "Incendia." She spoke clearly and a fireball appeared in her hand. She made a motion with the same hand and the fireball started circling the demon. He turned, frantically, watching it.
"Cremo!" The Wicca yelled, watching as the fireball consumed the demon. The demon turned into nothing more than ash, and Willow fell backward, hitting the ground in pain. She was still bleeding pretty badly, and she knew she had to get home.
Tightening her jaw, she stood, once again that night, in pain. Cradling her arm, and covering her serious stomach wound at the same time, and a small limp, she started off to home knowing that if she weren't the Slayer, with these wounds, she would be dead.

Tara and Dawn were sitting on the couch. Xander and Anya were lying next to each other on the floor, and Giles was sitting in the armchair. When Willow, Tara, and Dawn had gotten home from the mall, they decided with all the tension lately, they should have a Scooby gathering. Watch a movie or something. Everyone accepted, except for Spike, who declined politely. After watching Apocalypse Now, which Xander forced them to watch, Willow offered to go get dinner and then they could find something else to do.
They were all talking quietly with each other when they heard fumbling at the door. They all exchanged glances. "Maybe Wil forgot her key?" Xander asked, although they all doubted it, because they all knew the door wasn't locked. Although the group lived in what could be called the most dangerous town in the world…none of them ever locked their doors. Probably because the crime rate wasn't that high in Sunnydale. It was the demons you had to worry about. And if a demon wanted in, a locked door really wouldn't matter. Tara walked to the door followed by Xander, Dawn, Giles, and then Anya.
Tara opened the door to see Willow. She was bleeding from multiple places. She was cradling her left hand with her right, while trying to put pressure on a wound on her stomach. She had a cut on her shoulder, that wasn't bleeding, but looked painful. She had tried blood on her lip and a welt on her forehead, covered with blood.
"Oh my god!" Dawn squeaked, pulling the door open all the way.
"Willow!" Tara put her arms around Willow, letting her put her weight on her.
"Wil!" Xander went to help Tara.
After they got her inside, they put her on the couch. Willow wasn't speaking but tried but, only to whimper in pain. The walk home in her condition made her feel ten times worse than she already did. Anya and Giles had brought Tara, who was sitting on the coffee table, bandages, and disinfectant. Xander brought in a big bowl of hot water and a wash-cloth.
"Oh God, Wil. What happened?" He asked, setting the bowl down next to Tara and kneeling by his friend. Willow just looked at him for a moment, before speaking.
"D-Demon."
Tara quickly and silently started to disinfect Willow's stomach wound, trying not to let the tears in her eyes fall. When she was done disinfecting it she wrapped bandages all around Willow's stomach and back. Then she grabbed the bowl of water, and took the wash-cloth, and began to wipe away all the dried blood from her girlfriend's face, wincing when she winced. She disinfected the cut on her forehead, and on her lip, and then put a band-aid on her forehead. Everyone had been quite the whole time, and as Tara was examining Willow's hand Giles spoke.
"You say you were attacked by a demon?"
Willow nodded, "Yes."
"Where is it, uh, now?"
"I killed it."
"Well, way to go Wil!" Xander smiled, trying to make the best of this situation. "How'd you do it? Stab it? Snap it?"
"No. I uh…fireball."
"You used magic?" Giles seemed slightly disappointed. And that made Willow slightly mad.
"Yes. I did." She spoke threw clenched teeth. "Sorry to break your little Watcher heart that I couldn't kill it the Slayer way, but it was either magic, or me dying." She spoke bitterly.
"I'm sorry Willow, that's not what I meant." He looked hurt by her words.
Her face softened, "No, I'm sorry. Just a little…stressed. That fight wasn't the most fun I've ever had. But I did bet on him a little." A small smile formed on her face. "Makes it a little better."
Tara finished wrapping up Willow's hand and looked up at the redhead. "I didn't hurt you did I?" A worried expression on her face.
"No. You helped. Thanks."
Dawn frowned, "So, what kind of damage are we looking at?" She asked Tara.
Tara sighed, looking at Willow and then at everyone else. "As far as I can tell? A few broken ribs, concussion, broken hand, busted lip, and then her stomach, it doesn't look too deep. Which will probably make it sting more as it heals."
Willow slapped her hands on her knees, "Okay! Who's hungry?" Everyone looked slightly surprised. "Oh hell. The chicken! It's gone! Got all grounded during the fight." She sighed. "Who wants take-out?"
"Willow, are you sure your okay. You seem a little happy for someone who just got attacked by a demon." Xander stood up, coming to sit by her on the couch.
"My first demon." She corrected.
They all just looked at her.
Sighing, she explained herself, "Look, I'm the Slayer now. I'm starting to get it. This is my job. And this isn't going to be the only time I ever get attacked. The sooner I get used to it, the better. I'm going to be facing a lot, and I'm not the sideman anymore. I'm okay with it. See me now? Covered in bandages? Not the only time this is ever going to happen. Although I hope I'll get better and it won't always be this bad, I'm not exactly pure human anymore. Super strength saved my butt tonight…for the most part. Super healing? Great feature, and I'm going to need it. So we are all going to move on from this, and from the next attack and from the one after that. We've been doing this for years, this is nothing new." She stood up. "Now, pizza or Chinese?"

A/N: Pretty long for me huh? But then again my stuff always seems longer when I'm writing it. Please review!!!