Insanity
by
Cynthia Taz
For disclaimer and such please refer to chapter 1.
- WILLOW'S POV -
It has been almost a year since I left Sunnydale, since I live with Dru.
I have to say, it's a bit... odd.
I don't have the eager to do magic ever since I have stayed with Dru. Well, except when we are being attacked. Even then, I won't use magic until the last minute.
Big shock, huh?
I guess I am just too busy being a vision gal, and crazy.
Oh yeah. Vision and crazy.
Sounds familiar?
Dru has been practicing it for like what? Hundreds of years?
And let me tell you, she's real damn good at it.
She teaches me how to take care of the visions, which is "sit down", and "rumble all the stuff that pops up in your head... better yet, with rhythm".
At first, I don't really get it. I mean, I do understand the sitting part. It always feels exhausted after the visions. But the rumbling part?
Well, it turns out, if you don't do that, people tends to ask you question after question until you have to tell them how many bugs appeared in the vision because you don't have anymore to tell.
And remember, this is the time when you'll end the world just for a minute rest.
Plus, it's fun annoying people to hell.
Of course, you will have to restrain yourself not to be so sane all the time, or else it won't work.
But you'll get used to it.
Actually, I love it.
I love dancing under the stars.
I love staring at space.
I love singing.
I love screaming.
I don't love spinning though. I still want to puke whenever I remember the last time Miss Edith taught me how to "spin like a coin". Note to self: never, ever, listen to a vampire regarding any activity that involves spinning.
In short, I love being crazy.
What? Yeah, I love it. Bite me.
Okay, bad choice of words especially when Dru is nearby, but still, bite me.
To be honest, this year is the best year that I have in my entire life - I have never felt so free and at peace with myself before... not until now.
Thank you, Dru.
- AGAIN, WILLOW'S POV -
I'm now sitting in the plane with Dru, flying back to Sunnydale.
And may I add? A private plane with a living room and master room in it.
You know, I always wonder how come Spike and Angel are so poor. I mean c'mon, they got like what? Hundred years to invest? And they still struggle to buy a small bag of pig's blood?
Well, may be it's because they rather rob for something than paying. Still...
But Dru is rich. Really rich.
It is after I met her that I know demons do know how to invest, and that Dru is one of the richest vampires in the community.
She's crazy. But she's rich. Bite her.
Oh. Don't forget evil.
It's still a mystery to me that why Dru is willing to take care of me.
According to her, Miss Edith told her to 'water' the 'little tree'.
And then she started dancing 'under the star', again.
Which, I assume, she has a vision that she has to 'take care' the 'Willow tree', aka me.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Going back to Sunnydale.
I'm not happy about it. Dru is not happy about it.
The only one who's happy about it is Miss Edith.
Well, it's not like we have a choice now, do we?
After all, we're just some vision gals.