Haunted
Prologue
Author's Note: I do not claim to own any character or idea associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. All characters and ideas associated with these shows are the property of Joss Whedon.
Shadows crept into the window of the room where Willow slept beside Kennedy. The night was calm, and everyone in the house was asleep. Glints of moonlight streamed in the window as well, illuminating one wall of the penthouse room above Wolfram & Hart.
After the destruction of the hellmouth in Sunnydale, Faith had gone to Los Angeles, Buffy to Rome, and Willow and Kennedy had decided that training slayers in Rome would probably not be there best talents. So, they had decided to go to Los Angeles and fight alongside Angel and Faith.
Kennedy shifted, her eyes opening slightly, and she gazed at Willow as she slept. She smiled as she stretched her arms, preparing for the inevitable climb out of bed. Once she had fallen asleep, she remained asleep until she woke at which time she was up for good until the next night. She had never been able to fall back asleep once she had roused from sleep.
Getting out of bed, Kennedy walked over to the dresser and began brushing her shoulder length, brown hair in the darkness. She could see well enough in the dark, so she did not turn on the overhead light above the dresser. She did not want to take the chance that she would wake Willow.
She heard Willow move behind her, and peering at the mirror in front of her to see her lover's reflection behind her, her eyes went wide in disbelief. She spun around to face Willow, who was now suspended in the air, still sleeping. She was used to the fact that Willow was a witch, and she was even learning magic from Willow. However, she had never seen Willow perform magic in her sleep.
Kennedy continued to watch, almost hypnotized by Willow's talent. As she veered her eyes from side to side, she gasped when her gaze fell upon Willow's face. Her hair had become streaked with black, her face a pale white, and her now open eyes had taken on the same jet black of her hair.
Willow's body maneuvered from a horizontal position to a vertical position very quickly, and it now appeared as if she was hovering above the bed. Willow looked straight into Kennedy's eyes.
"Get out Bitch!" Willow screamed violently.
Without warning, Kennedy was thrust through the air by an unseen magical force. She hit the wall so hard that it cracked under the impact. Kennedy slid to the floor and continued to stare transfixed at Willow.
"Willow, what's wrong?" Kennedy asked, tears forming in her eyes.
Kennedy got no reply as Willow's hair returned to her usual red, her face was refreshed, and her eyes closed once again. Kennedy kept watching, now crying, not from physical pain, but from the thought of something being wrong with the one she loved. Willow's body resumed a horizontal position before returning to rest on the bed once again.