Willow appeared in a fresh bolt of lightening, which illuminated around the dark room. Her companions stood up, their prepared to fight, however, they sat back down when they realised who it was. Willow grinned, rather madly, and her pupils were the size of saucers. She noticed how everyone was looking at her, waiting for her to speak, and waiting for her to order them. Willow felt important, she felt special; the feeling Tara had always made her feel, just by simply looking at her.
"I need to find Warren," said Willow.
Yes, but, sweetcheeks, what do ya need us for ?" questioned Glory, wrapping a curl around her finger.
The group of villans, as you would call them, were stood in the Magic Box. Willow had ordered them to stay put, which they did, because they had no other choice. Willow was hopeful of her plan, knowing it would be a success with the help of her companions. Willow strutted around the room, rolling her eyes, and wondering why someone would ask such a dumb question.
"Yeah, Bimbo has a point, I mean, you got all this black hair stuff goin' on," added Angelus, cocking his head to the side.
"I'm sure Willow has a good reason. Look at her, she's not all scary and veiny for nothing!" chuckled The Mayor, smiling at Willow.
"You're the bad guys, work it out," sighed Willow, rolling her eyes oncemore.
"She wants us to combine our powers, giving Warren a more painful death," answered Adam, who was pacing the room.
"A good feeding would be suitable," said The Master, picking at his teeth.
"So beautiful," whispered the Mayor, pretending to wipe a tear away.
Everyone turned their heads, casting him a 'you are so pathetic' look, and raising their eyebrows.
"Come on! Look at us, acting like a proper family," smiled the Mayor, cracking a grin.
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The Scoobie gang, minus Willow, were sat in the living room. Anya had informed them on the situation, Tara had been taken to the coroners office and Phoebe had woken up from her nap. Everyone was sat in silence, pondering on their thoughts, and staring deeply into space. Surprisingly no one had panicked, they just turned silent and no emotion was shown. Finally, Dawn cracked and broke the silence.
"We're gonna die," she mumbled.
"No, we're not," replied Buffy, simply.
Buffy held Phoebe close to her, she couldn't accept that she might be parted from her daughter again. She couldn't believe how everything had come spiralling out of control, especially at the hands of a normal man. Everyone knew why Willow had become this evilness; Taras death. Buffy felt numb, she had lost Angel aswell, true, he had come back and was now alive, although it didn't erase the empty feeling she had felt during that short period of time when he was dead.
"Yes, we are! She's got all these baddies, or whatever, who will kill us!" cried Dawn, shaking her head.
"We could run," suggested Cordelia.
"They'd still find us," sighed Angel, stroking Buffy's hair.
"We don't need to, urm, run or anything of the sort. Before I arrived back in LA, I did some research," said Giles, taking of his glasses and cleaning them.
Everyone turned to Giles, cocking their heads and raising their eyebrows.
"Explain," said Buffy, calmly.
"Well, you see, they aren't real," replied Giles, placing his glasses back on.
"I saw them though! They looked rather real to me!" cried Anya, looking at Giles like he was mad.
"No, their not. They represent Willow's dark side. The dark side which has always been part of her, but never been unleashed," answered Giles.
"Tara's death unleashed it," added Xander.
"Yes. The grief and dark magic unleashed these, uh, monsters out of her. They are part of Willow, they represent the darkness which we all have inside of us," continued Giles.
It made alot of sense. Everyone gave a sigh of relief, thankful for Gile's knowledge. Buffy kissed Phoebe on the head and squeezed Angels hand, smiling at him gently. Dawn gave a sigh of relief and grinned at Cordelia, who looked like she was mentally thanking God. Xander kissed Anya on the forehead and patted Giles on the back, congratulating him on his use of knowledge.
"So, they can't kill us ?" asked Cordelia.
"No. Willow's self concious doesn't want us dead, none of us. However -"
"Oh no," mumbled Xander.
"They can still torture you. Obviously, like you all expect, Willow is grieving and her self concious will lash out at anyone and everything," finished Giles, nodding his head.
The panic returned on everyones faces, they began to fiddle about and run their fingers through their hair. Giles sighed, noticing the panicing expressions, and wished he had been more comforting. Buffy noticed how guilty Giles seemed, she picked up Phoebe and placed her in his arms. Giles looked at Buffy, giving her a silent thank you, and rocked Phoebe. Buffy grinned as she watched the smile unfold over her ex-watcher's face, Angel wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a small squeeze. Buffy looked up into his eyes, she smiled, and kissed him softly. She leant against his chest, listening to his heart; the, now, beating heart that wouldn't of still been beating without Willow.
"Sorry to kill the mood, but, Giles, how do we get rid of these super baddies ?" asked Xander, looking towards Giles.
"I believe, well, it's another theory of mine, that only someone who can bring out Willow's good side can save her," replied Giles.
"But Tara is dead," whispered Dawn, a fresh tear slid down her cheek.
"I think I know someone else who could help us," said Buffy.
What did you think ? I'm soo sorry if it is rubbish! Alot of homework and it was difficult to think up of. Anyway, reviews are appreciated :) Loveeage x