Buffy leaned forwards and threw up, coughing and wheezing. She sat back up, shakily, and wished she was able to wipe the taste from her mouth. Buffy didn't know why she had been so sick lately, she thought maybe it was the pressure of trying to save Willow. She met the Masters cruel eyes, noticing the smirk that covered his lips.

"You know, I wonder if you could cope having two," said The Master.

Buffy cocked her head to the side, pools of sweat trickling down her face.

"Two what ?" she questioned, quietly.

It was like all the energy had been sucked out of her. She felt faint, a dizzyness consumed her, and the desire to throw up again was high. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath as her bottom lip quivered. She heard the Master chuckle, although she didn't have enough energy to raise her head.

"You'll see," he laughed.

--

Oz stopped at the bottom of Kingman's Bluff, looking up towards where a woman stood. He knew, mostly by his werewolf senses, that the woman was definitely Willow. He got out of his car, shutting the door behind him and began to walk up. Oz felt sympathy for Willow, he knew she had lost her girlfriend and he understood the emotions she felt. However Oz wondered when she had become so powerful, he remembered when she could barely levivtate a pencil, now she was about to destroy the word. She had changed in so many ways since he left, it was unbelieveable that she was the same quiet girl back in High School.

Oz's jaw dropped. A huge steeple began to rise out of the ground, pushing through the earth and rising up at an odd angle. He noticed Willow stood a few yards away, holding out her arms towards it. His eyes widened as he noticed her black hair, her black outfit and the huge veins spiralling around her face. As he finally arrived a few meters away, his eyes found the dark black ones.

"Pretty cool tower," he said.

--

"I mean, come on, look at you! You're engaged to the Slayer and have a little kiddo with her. What is all that about ?" smirked Angelus, pacing infront of Angel and Giles.

"Wow, I didn't know I could be this irritating," grunted Angel.

"What was that ?"

"Oh, nothing," smiled Angel.

Giles was still slumped against the ropes, falling in and out of conciousness. Thankfully Angelus now focused all his attention upon Angel, not Giles. It had been all sarcastic comments, each acting like a bunch of teenage girls who were bitching to each other. Well, until Angelus got on with the torturing and repeated the same he had done with Giles. Now, after his fun torture session, Angel sat with a huge slash over his left cheek and a black eye under his right eye.

"What is your daugher called ? You know, not like you or Buffy have the most brilliant names, hoping the little 'ange' has a better 'un," smirked Angelus.

"Yeah, cause Angelus is fantasic," retorted Angel.

This earned him a smack to the jaw. Angelus smirked again as a trickle of blood ran down Angel's chin. However it felt weird torturing him, it almost looked like he was torturing himself.

--

Oz stumbled backwards, holding his ribs. He staggered back onto his feet, panting slightly, and moved towards Willow. Willow glared at him, the veins throbbed on her face and her eyes looked darker than before.

"You can't stop this, you're nothing," she commented.

"Yeah, you're right. I always wished I was Superman, he was pretty cool. It's just, what else am I going to do ? I didn't come down here for nothing, that would be a big time waster," replied Oz, smiling slightly.

Willow shook her head, scrunching her fists into balls.

"DON'T!" shouted Willow.

"Don't what ?" questioned Oz.

He cocked his head to the side, not really understanding what he wasn't meant to be doing. He moved forwards slightly, hoping to get close enough to hug her. He missed her. He missed her scent, her smile, her laugh. Most of all, he missed her eyes. And now, they were a ball full of darkness and destruction, it teared him up to see her twinkling eyes replaced by them.

"Laugh and joke, acting like everything will be ok. It won't. The worlds gunna end, and nothing you do can stop me," smirked Willow, raising her hands.

"End of the world, huh ? What better way to spend it than with the girl I love," said Oz, stepping closer.

"The girl you love ? You left me, destroyed me. This just must be your master plan, stop me by telling me that you love me. Won't work," grunted Willow.

"Well, yanno, a guy can try," smirked Oz.

"Still laughing and joking."

"I know you're in pain, Willow. I can't imagine the pain you're in, but I imagine that it's hard. Now, Will, look at it. You're about to destroy this world, this beautiful world that you have saved many times. If you do this, you're just as bad as every demon and vampire you killed!" cried Oz, shaking his head. "You're not like that. You're Willow!"

"Don't call me that," growled Willow, anger flashing through her eyes.

"Remember when I broke up with you ? I told you that all my life I have never loved anything else. Now, here we stand, you're about to destory the world, and guess what ? I still love you. And if you wasn't about to end the world, it would of been kinda' romantic. But I loved quiet-geeky Willow and I love ... scary-veiny Willow -"

"SHUT UP!" screamed Willow.

"But if you're going to end the world, then start with me. I deserve it, especially after putting you through all that heart breakin' stuff. If you wanna kill the world, start with me. I deserve it," said Oz, calmly.

"You think I won't ?" questioned Willow, a flash of hurt travelled across her eyes.

"I'm not sure. Up to you, Will. Just, even if you do kill me, you'll still be the only thing I love in this doomed world," smiled Oz.

"Shut up," snarled Willow.

Willow gestured her hands towards Oz. However, no magic bolts appear, although Oz's head jerked to the side as if he had been slapped. He turned to face Willow; three deep parallel cuts appeared on his cheek, bloody as if he had been scratched. Oz stroked his cheek and looked down at the blood, before looking back up.

"I still love you," he said.

Willow made another slashing gesture. Oz doubled over, clutching his mid-section. He stood back up, shakily, and looked down at his ripped shirt. Cuts slashed across his stomach, he grunted in pain but looked back up at Willow.

"I ... l-l-love youuu!"

"Shut up!" cried Willow.

She threw a ball of magic at him, although it only made him stumble slightly. She seemed surprised at the lack of power, she didn't notice Oz move slowly towards her.

"I love you, Willow Rosenberg," whispered Oz.

"STOP!" cried Willow.

Willow sent another magic blast, but it were weak and barely hurt Oz. He continued to walk towards her, Willow still held out her hand and made magic gestures; but nothing happened. Willow began to get teary eyed.

"I love you," said Oz, firmly.

"Stop," whispered Willow.

Willow charged forward and began to hit Oz with her fists. Oz stood there and let her, not wincing once as her fists contacted with his chest.

"You stupid bastard. You left me, you broke my h-heart. Stupid, stupid bastard. You broke my -"

Willow began to cry uncontrollobly and fell to her knees. Oz repeated her actions and draped his arms around her, holding onto her tightly whilst she weeped into his chest.

"I'm so so sorry," whispered Oz, stroking her hair.

As Willow continued to cry in Oz's arms, the veins faded away from her face and her hair returned to its usual red.

What did you think ? Did Oz do a better job than Xander ? What will happen next ? Is this story worth carrying on now everything will return normal ? I also apologise for the bad language with Willow, she was grieving so yanno. Reviews are appreciated. Hoping to get loadss ! :) x