Chapter 8- The Escaped and Abandoned: Part Two

Previously on What Happens Next: Rosie escapes Wolfram & Hart and befriends a woman called Orla. Orla's ex, Peter, has just shown up and looks very pale.

Rosie gave an obliging nod and shut the door; she heard the sound of running water come to a shaky halt. A couple of minutes later Orla re-emerged in a plain top and jeans with a towel wrapped around her hair. Simplicity suits her, thought Rosie.

Orla's hair-towel was dispatched with; her hair was dry and scraggly. Orla took a brush from her handbag and began to brush her hair. It went from flawed to perfect. "Orla, there is a man called Peter at the door waiting for you."

Orla's POV

Oh God! Peter is here, out of all the nights he could have turned up on, it had to be tonight, didn't it! I'm infuriated with him! Maybe he has a good explanation for why he just disappeared out of my life for three months. I've got to answer it; I've got to talk to him.

I am walking to the door, and have opened it. There he is: my love. He looks quite pale though, he used to have such a good tan because he would holiday in Majorca.

He is beckoning my out of my flat, into the corridor. "Hello, my 'petunia pie.'" He is saying to me. He is also stroking my hair. What the Hell is going on? Peter keeps putting his mouth near my neck.

I don't exactly feel uncomfortable, because we would do this even before he left me. I think I'm in danger, his face has changed shape; it's bumpier and his teeth are bigger and sharper. I am feeling a very sharp pain in my neck.

"What the hell are you doing?" I am asking Peter. He bit his thumb with his sharp teeth, it is bleeding. He deposited his bleeding thumb on my profusely bleeding neck. My vision has gone dark…

Rosie's POV

I've taken off my jacket and put it behind me on the couch. I wonder who Peter is. She never mentioned him earlier. I feel at home, well a home away from home. Things outside have gone very quiet.

The front door has suddenly just flown across the room like a surf board on water, and oh God Orla is on it! That Peter guy is gone, what did he do to her? She's got puncture wounds on her neck! What should I do what should I do? I'll phone 911!

Normal POV

Rosie dialed 911 in the phone. "Excuse me; I need an ambulance sent to Briarsway Street, flat four, room 18 immediately! My friend has lost a lot of blood!"

"Miss, try to stabilise the wounds until the Paramedics get there." The lady on the phone was speaking with an un-helpful calmness; Rosie didn't think it was necessary to speak like that.

She left the phone dangling from the cords. She went to the linen closet and got three towels. She ran back over to Orla and put them on her wounded neck. The scarlet was engulfing the whiteness of the towel and replacing it with scarlet.

5 Minutes Later

The Paramedics arrived and they got to their job without a moment's notice. They carried her into an ambulance that created no noise, only great flashing lights. They carried her into the ambulance and drove away.

Rosie was in shock, she went into the corner of the living room and began rocking herself backwards and forwards, as if to shake the horrific sight of her friend dying out of her troubled mind.

Meanwhile…

Angel was in his office. He now knew his mission; to be able to save the world for Buffy, so their love can be saved. A man walked into Angel's office. "Mr. Angel, there has been another vampire attack on a human."

"Give the case to someone else Mr. Parter! I don't care about it."

"Sir, you should be, as the one who phoned 911, has an exact vocal reading match to that of the currently missing Willow Rosenberg."

"She's missing?"

"Faith the Vampire Slayer told me Sir,"

"And how come no-one told the boss, as in how come you didn't tell me before? Does Buffy know?"

"I don't know Mr. Angel, except Faith has told Xander Harris Sir." Replied Parter.

At that moment Xander walked into Angel's office. "And now you and I are gonna get her," Xander added.

"Angel, let's go!" The two men left Wolfram & Hart towards the flat where Willow was currently residing.

Angel's speed was a little bit hard to keep up with but Xander somehow managed. "Is this it? Flat four, room eighteen?" Xander asked.

"I think so," Angel replied. Xander walked through into the flat.

"Do you need an invite?" Xander asked. He was quite surprised how chatty he was being with Angel. Usually they hated each other with a fiery passion.

Angel walked through the door; apparently he didn't need an invite. "Whoever lived here has died," Angel yet again replied to one of Xander's questions. Angel wanted all of this over and done with. He wanted Buffy so much, just to be with her and to prove that there was still something between them.

Angel sniffed the air and walked over to the corner where Willow was rocking back and forth. "Willow, are you okay?" Angel implored.

"Why do people keep calling me this Willow? My name is Rosie Berg, ROSIE BERG!"

"I haven't got time for this," Angel muttered under his breath. He inched closer to Willow and punched her in the nose. The hit knocked her un-conscious. Xander looked at Angel sternly for hitting his life-long friend. He threw the weak Willow over his shoulder and began the short journey back to Wolfram & Hart.

Rosie's POV, 10 Minutes Later

For the love of Christ! I'm here again! I'm back at the crazy house. Why must they keep me here? I'm not in the same room I was in before though. I probably trashed it up so much they couldn't fix it.

I'm trying to sit up, but there are brown restraints and straps holding me down. I begin my hysterical laughter, I must be insane. I tried to escape then they put me back. Or maybe it was a dream, a wonderful dream- turned nightmare because I have just woken up.

Oh great! The doctor is back in the room with the eye-patch man called Xander. "So Doc, am I insane?" I ask him, sarcastically.

Normal POV

A smile appeared on the doctor's face as he shook his head. "No Miss Rosenberg. It has just been a very traumatic day for you," The doctor began.

"Wait, hold on there doctor. Rosenberg?" Rosie interrupted.

Doctor Michigan paused and started a new sentence.

"Yes, your name is Willow Rosenberg. What did you believe it to be?" The doctor asked. Rosie purposefully banged her head against the headboard. The hysterical laughter began again.

"I thought it was Rosie Berg, ha, that was how I heard it," All hope began to wash away like sand-castles getting washed away, by the ocean on a beach. She sighed. Well if I'm not Rosie Berg, who am I? I don't believe I'm this Willow everyone thinks I am.

Xander had an idea. He took out his wallet and was searching through it. He took out a wallet-sized picture of Willow, Buffy and him. He angled it so Willow could see. The pictured bored into her mind. "I don't remember that," Rosie said. She closed her eyes and continued to think about it.

Buffy was looking into the wrecked room that had belonged to Willow. Faith was with her, she could sense the distress. "I won't be able to sleep easy until, Willow is back, but the question is, how will we get her back?"

"Yeah, she's like the most powerful Wicca in the western hemisphere," Faith added. Buffy looked at Faith thankfully. She ran into Angel's office.

"Angel! Use Wolfram & Hart to get me the most powerful witch from the Eastern Hemisphere!" Ordered Buffy. Angel got straight to work.

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