She looked around at the ignorant people laughing and holding hands like the world was perfect. They're all scum she thought constantly.
Willow turned a corner into an alley and slumped down by a building. Suddenly an energy coursed through her veins and anger coursed through her soul.
The need to kill was an issue for Willow as she looked at a passerby in pleasure. Standing up, she hit the man with as much electrical energy as possible.
The man fell to the floor fast; dead and powerless. Willow then fell to the floor as well and suddenly realized what she had done. In horror she ran away from the body.
She only knew one thing; she had to tell Buffy. She was the only one who could help her. But what would happen if she went there. She could turn evil again right in front of her. There was no way she would want to hurt her best friend.
Willow tried to search for a solution in her mind. Each step she took she could feel herself changing and she struggled to abstain from the need to kill.
Her hair had not changed and her eyes were normal but her veins coursed with evil. She came to one final conclusion; she was losing her soul and turning evil and there was nothing she could do about it.
Anya looked happily at the masterpiece work she had done on her floor. There was no apple pie mess to be seen. If I could do that for a living she thought inquisitively, I bet I'd make a fortune.
Her carpet was fresh and new. A succession of a Martha Stewart fan! Anya looked at her watch and at the window. Giles should have come back with Buffy by now. Was this thing as bad as it seemed. Or did Willow die and everyone was grieving?
She never used to like Willow. The way Willow would try to take over Xander made her overly protective and she may have outreached her suspicion. After all, Willow is gay.
A knock resounded from the front door. She sighed with relief, finally, she thought as she opened the door. Willow stood at the other side tears rolling down her face. "I need help." She said.