For Good or Bad, The Memories Remain.
Chapter 25
Disclaimer- I don't own Buffy, I just use her in my writing, just for fun, never for profit "Cause that's wrong!"
Spoilers- mid 4th season then everything takes a left turn off the charted path
Rating- May get to R eventually
He was headed down the street in his quest for Willow, having come up empty at her room and some of her other haunts when he spotted the dark haired girl walking away from him down the sidewalk. She was dressed in faded blue jeans, combat boots and an old faded green military field jacket with the sleeves pushed up. Maybe it was the way she was slowly walking down the sidewalk from the park, but more probably it was the blood dripping from her hands and forearms that drew his attention. She was walking in a slow, almost staggering manner. He approached her carefully from behind.
"Excuse me miss. Are you all right?"
She kept walking, apparently oblivious to him.
"Miss, are you ok? Can I help?" as he moved closer.
She kept moving, her unsteady shambling steps held no rhythm. As he moved closer he could tell that whatever the cause, the volume of blood was excessive. He got close enough to place his hand on her shoulder. As he did, she came to a stop, her head slumped.
"Here, let me help," as he tried to turn her to face him. He was looking down toward her hands, and could see as she turned that the front of her jeans were soaked, as well as her tee shirt. He looked up toward her face. He saw her eyes, deeply sunken grey-green. He has looked into those eyes so many times that he could draw the little imperfections in the irises, how her right one had a touch more green than the left on. The look in them now was alien to them. He had never seen such anguish and pain in them before .
"Willow, what happened? Oh god, how can I help? Are you hurt?"
She looked at Xander, and down at her hands several times. She began to speak in a far off voice.
"I did it; I've finally crossed over the line. I knew what it felt like to do it, from her, but now I know I can do it. It's all his fault, he challenged me. I tried to talk him out of it but no! HE had to. I didn't want to but he insisted. He thought He would win, I can tell, I feel him inside me. I had the last laugh. He didn't count on a bit of magic did he? Well, we wiped the smile off his face! I should get a bigger knife next time. The look in his eyes while I sawed through wasn't good. But I had to, those are the rules, what was I to do? I was right wasn't I Xander?"
Xander looked at her, slowly comprehending what she was talking about. He reached out and pulled her to him in a hug. She collapsed in his arms, exhausted. Xander picked her up, looking around.
"What the hell is going on?"
To Be Continued
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