Buffy stumbled into the front yard, a phone in her hand, with blood all over her t-shirt. Her eyes had become huge and red, and rather bloodshot. She had heard the ambulence arrive and hurried out to show them where Angel lay dying.
"He's in the back!" she cried.
She waited until the paramedics had collected all their equiptment before jogging back into the backgarden.
"He was shot ?" questioned the female paramedic.
"Yes, in the chest," whimpered Buffy, clutching the phone to her chest.
"Accidental ?" questioned the male paramedic.
"No, no, it was ... He was trying to kill me, but got my boyfriend instead," whispered Buffy, anger bubbling deep within her.
The paramedics knelt besides Angel, his eyes were still open and unmoving. Buffy watched helplessly, her eyes watching the paramedics every move as they worked on Angel. She bit her lip, trying to stop the tears which were threatening to fall any second. Buffy continued to watch the paramedics, although she did not disturb them whilst they worked.
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Tara still lay in Willow's lap, her unblinking eyes stared up at her. Willow was breathing heavily and crying endlessly, her arms were full of blood like her shirt. She gently shook Tara, her hands trembled slightly.
"Oh god, oh no. Please, please, come on ..." cried Willow. "COME ON, TARA! Please, come on, baby!"
Suddenly the room turned dark and blue-ish. Willow looked up, her eyes totally black as dark blue clouds swirled around the ceiling. Lightning flashed inside the room, reflecting in Willow's dark eyes.
"By Osiris, I command you, bring her back!" said Willow.
Lightening continued to strike inside the small room.
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"Pulse is 100 and weak. Lung sounds are wet," said the female paramedic.
"What does that mean ? Is she going to ..."
"You need to stand back, okay ? If you want us to help him out, we need some space," interuppted the male paramedic, casting Buffy a sympathetic glance.
The paramedics continued to work. There were now bandages over Angel's wound, although they were still soaked with blood. Buffy continued to watch, she dropped the phone and put her face in her hands. Angel's eyes still stared up at the sky, no emotion or sparkle behind them. He was definitely concious, but just barely.
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"Hear me! Keeper of darkness!" chanted Willow, her dead lover still lay in her arms.
Suddenly some of the clouds formed a huge face. Lightening circled the face, illuminating it.
"Witch! How dare you invoke Osiris in this task!" grumbled the huge face.
"Please. Please, bring her back," begged Willow, tears falling thick and fast.
"You may not violate the laws of natural passing," replied the huge face.
"How ? How is this natural ?" choked Willow, shaking her head.
"It is a human death, by human means," answered the face, nodding.
"But I -"
"You raised one killed by mystical forces. This is not the same. She is taken by natural order. It is done," interuppted the lightened face.
"No. There has to be a way," sobbed Willow, ignoring every word the face had said.
"It is done!" said the face, stiffly.
"NOOOOOOO!" screamed Willow.
As Willow's screams echoed around the room, a shimmery column of energy shoots out of her mouth and at the demon face. The demon yelped and dissapeared in a final flash of lightening.
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"Sunnydale Memorial, do you copy ? We have a caucasian male, 23, Gun Shot Wound to the chest," said the male paramedic.
Buffy held onto Angel's hand as he lay on the strecher.
"Come on, Angel, hang on. We're going to get you to the hospital," reassured Buffy.
However Buffy didn't know if she was saying it to reassure Angel or herself. She was trying her best not to break down, she had to be strong. Buffy spotted Willow coming out of the front door, looking blankly at Angel. Willow, like Buffy, had blood all over her shirt which worried Buffy. Buffy let go of Angel's hand and rushed towards Willow.
"Will, god, are you ok ?" she asked.
"How did this happen ?" questioned Willow, quietly.
"Warren, he, erm, had a gun," whimpered Buffy. "But I'll get him, don't worry!"
"Warren," grunted Willow, who flashed with anger.
"It happened so fast. And Angel, he, he pushed me down and -"
Buffy realised Willow wasn't listening anymore, she was walking away from Buffy and down the garden path.
"Will!" shouted Buffy.
Buffy stared after her, confused and shaken. Willow continued to walk, in a rather robotic way.
"Mam, we have to go, are you coming with us or not ?" asked the male paramedic.
Buffy stared after Willow for a few more seconds, a confused expression spread over her beautiful face. She pulled out of her trance and ran over to the ambulence, climbing into the back. She hoped Dawn and Phoebe would be Ok with Xander and Anya for a while longer, she would ring them when she arrived at the hospitial. The paramedic closed the door and headed towards the driver's seat.
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Anya was stood behind the counter, wrapping her hair around her finger as she read a magazine. She had been left to take care of the shop on her own, whilst Xander walked Dawn home with Phoebe. Anya admired Xander being the proper gentleman and allowed him to go. Anya looked up and jumped as she saw Willow storm in.
"Willow!" gasped Anya.
"Where do you keep the black arts books ?" questioned Willow.
"What ? I don't understand. Why do you need -"
"I need power!" interuppted Willow, staring up at the loft bookshelves.
"Not with those books. I can't let you! Willow!" cried Anya, hurrying from around the counter.
Willow put up her hand, magic purple bolts of lightening shot over to Anya. Anya tried to move, although the purple lightening bolts had paralyzed her. Willow gestured with her head, nodding towards the table. All the books on the loft shelves began to fly off and land in a heap on the table. The last book landed open on the middle page. Anya watched in alarm, if she wasn't paralyzed then she would of been shaking with fear. Willow walked over to the table and looked down at the books, which were full of tiny writing. Willow lifted her hands and layed them on top of the open pages. Her hand sunk into the books as if they were melting into each other. The words of the book started to travel off the pages and up her arms, curling and scrolling up under her sleeves. The words also travelled up her chest, and moved up her shoulders to her face. She lifted her head and her eyes turned black again. The words moved to the top of her head and into her hair, which turned her hair black. Willow lifted her hands off the book, whose pages were now blank.
Anya watched in horror as Willow closed her eyes and raised her arms. Willow's fingertips touched each side of her head, she looked in deep thought. Anya continued to watch, suddenly her mouth dropped. The sky turned black and darkness loomed over Sunnydale, even though it was only 4pm. Suddenly, figures began to walk out of Willow's body. The Master, Angelus, The Mayor's human form, Adam and Glory all stepped out of Willow, and stood besides her.
"That's better," grinned Willow, staring at her companions.
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