For Good or Bad, The Memories Remain.

Chapter 39

Author's notes: yup, deployed again, so I have returned to the story after a forced hiatus. First, we clean up some plot edges with chapters' 36-40ish, and then get to the meat.

I have been afraid to reach out to people for most of my life. I have been fortunate to have met some wonderful people and expand my knowledge of the world of the arcane in ways I would have never imagined not long ago. All through the love of a wonderful shy redhead I met at a Wicca group. Willow and I had a love we never knew was possible. The Hell mouth hates happiness, love and all things of its ilk and so it must destroy any it finds. A few nights ago, Willow was killed, and something different has taken her place. Xander doesn't believe me but hopefully Giles will. I must make them understand that there is a deep-seated evil brewing in what was once Willow. I haven't approached Buffy. I don't think she meant to do this thing but what horrible things must she have done to unleash this effect. Buffy wears death like a cloak, wrapping its darkness around herself, but there has always been a little of that with her. Now I see it in Willow, only mixed with so much anger and hate. A hate surpassing what I saw in Faith. I fear for what I may have to do to stop Willow and maybe Buffy as well. We have already had one evil slayer; I can't bear a repeat of that disaster, or worse.