Disclaimer: Based on the characters from the TV shows Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel created by Joss Whedon and his team.
MAIN TITLE: Back To The Beginning
Part of: The Unfinished Trials Of The Slayer (UTS for Short)
Written By : (Me) Graham Duke
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Chapter 6 - Dead Again!!
Willow ran and ran as fast as she could, her mind was in turmoil over what she had just seen. It seemed to Willow she had been running forever now. It was no good, the pain in her side from running so much was starting hurt more. At the next street corner she turned and stopped. It was no good, she had to rest for bit. Resting against a fence, she caught her breath. Willow realised she was not far from Buffy's house now. Dawn, Willow thought to her self, I have to tell Dawn what has happened. Sucking down on the pain in her side she began running once again. Willow arrived at Buffy's house at last and ran up the pathway to the door, it was locked.
With 101 things running over in her mind, Willow remembered the spare key she had in her pocket, and unlocked the door and entered. "Dawn", Willow shouted as she entered the house. They was no answer, Willow ran upstairs to Dawns room and pushed the her bedroom door open. Dawn's bed was empty and still made. Willow checked each room in turn in the house but Dawn was no where to be found. Willow collapsed onto the floor crying from of mixture of what she had seen in the graveyard and the throbbing pain in her side from running so much.
Willow could not think straight her mind was running in over drive. Where was Dawn, Willow couldn't think straight. "Giles" Willow spoke aloud, "Giles will know what to do.". With that thought still in her mind, she left the house and started out once again into the night.
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Giles was awoke from his sleep by somebody banding hard on his front door. Giles stumbled out of bed and grabbed his dressing gown and went down stairs. When he opened the door he saw Willow stood in the doorway, tears pouring down her face and a look of horror on her face. Willow put her arms around Giles in a tight hug as if she was afraid to let go. " There dead Giles" Willow whimpered into Giles chest. Giles lifted Willows head and looked down into her sobbing face, tears still running down her face. " Who's dead, Willow" Giles asked. Willow wiped her face with her hand , "It's .... It's " Willow again started crying unable to talk.
Giles could tell that Willow was in a lot of pain, and started to comfort her. After a bit of time Willow had calmed down enough to stop crying, her eyes sore from the her tears. "OK now, what's happened." Giles asked Willow in a soft voice. " Buffy..... Faith.." Willow said, as she wiped her eyes again. Willow explained to Giles what had happened in the grave yard. " And you say that both Buffy and Faith just burst into flames " Giles asked Willow. " Yeah , one minute they was their and the next poof, gone." Willow replied.
Giles paced up and down just stopping for a moment to adjust his glasses. Giles turned and looked at Willow and asked " Would you say the effect was like spontaneous combustion Willow? ", " Yeah it was. " Willow replied. Again Giles started pacing up and down. Willow picked up her cup of sweet tea off the table that Giles had made for her to help her calm down and took a sip of it. Once again Giles paused and this time came and sat down next to Willow. " Look you've had a bad night so I suggest you stay here tonight and try and get some sleep. " Giles answered.
Willow took another sip of hot tea and then placed the cup of the table and nodded her head. Giles went up stairs and returned a moment later with a blanket and covered Willow as she lay down on the couch. Giles placed his hand on Willow's head " Rest now.... " Giles spoke in a soft voice to Willow and she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Once Giles was sure Willow was asleep he went upstairs to his bedroom and sat on his bed. After a moment or two he pulled out a very small leather bound book from his draw and opened it. After turning a few of the pages he found what he was looking for and then picked up the phone sitting on his bedside table and began to dial a number.
Giles spoke into the phone "We have a problem, they was a witness.", a person with a low soft voice replied "Understood, you know what you must do." Giles answered "Yes."