Author's Note: Fourth installment. Dawn, Anya, Spike, and now Willow.

Last Words of a Former High School Loser: Willow

The world is going to hell. She's pretty sure of that. And it's also a very big understatement. Hell in a hand basket. Not that she's trying to be pessimistic, but it's the truth. She's going to die. Like Anya had, like Dawn had, like Spike had…

Tara's helping her to her feet and they stumble over the rubble. Only, to their extremely bad luck, Doc is standing there, grinning widely.

"I may not have my Armageddon," he starts, "but I will have fun."

"Repello," she shouts almost immediately and she and Tara hurry away as Doc flies feet away into the tower where he'd staked Spike moments ago.

They hide behind a pile of rubble, breathing hard and hoping for help of some kind. She catches sight of Dawn's body lying on a pile of rubble, broken, lifeless.

"Boo," the calm voice says.

They spin around in fright as Doc appears behind them. "You didn't miss me, did you?"

"Tara, run." She says determinedly. "Just…go. I need you safe."

"I'm not leaving you," Tara replies.

"Ah, young love…it's so tragic." Doc moves faster than she's ever seen Buffy or Spike and he's choking her.

She blinks as Tara backs away, trying to get air into her lungs, trying to breathe in air. Tara, please, baby, run.

Tara's eyes lock on hers as Doc's grip on her throat tightens. No one's going to save them, they both realize. No one's going to come to their rescue.

I love you, Willow, Tara thinks, still backing away slowly, her mind slowly cracking.

Love you too. She looks her killer in the eyes as Tara stumbles farther away.

"Last words?" Doc asks with a grin.

"Fuck. You." Willow mutters. His grip tightens impossibly and she shuts her eyes. She draws on all her remaining strength and opens her eyes to yell, "Censum!"

He whooshes up in flames and she falls out of his grip. Her back hits the debris, her head cracking on impact. Her hair feels wet and everything's so dark.

She said she was going to die, didn't she? She should've bet someone, maybe Spike, if he wasn't already dead. Well, he would have appreciated the gambling…

Her last thought is that she should be proud of herself. "Fuck you" and an incantation were the last words of this former high school loser.