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She opened the door and saw the luggage next to the door. She froze and she could feel the air get knocked out of her as she fell to her knees. The room began to spin and she could feel her heartbeat in her throat. She tried to stand up but her knees were still in shock. She reached her hand up and grabbed the doorknob. Under her stress she pulled the doorknob right out of the door and she dropped it on the floor.

She got to her feet and grabbed some stakes that she had left by on the coffee table earlier that day. She grabbed the letter, still on the table, and slowly crumpled it up ion her hand. Willow heard the dropping of the doorknob and ran downstairs. She saw Kennedy from behind and she walked towards her. Kennedy dropped the letter and Willow stopped approaching.

"Kennedy. No, I-" She was panicking at the idea of Kennedy's confusion.

"You weren't even going to tell me?" Kennedy turned towards her. Tears were threatening to flood her eyes. "S-so you just got out some bags and decided to leave?"

"Kennedy," Willow took a step towards her. But with her one step closer Kennedy awkwardly shuffled two steps back. She reached out to touch Kennedy but she pulled away quickly.

"Don't." Kennedy's words cut into Willow's heart like a knife. Kennedy was trying so hard not to let her frustration get the best of her. She knew she needed some distance from Willow as soon as possible. Kennedy was well aware that when she became a slayer, she wasn't only changed in the physical sense; she changed from being known as a "Bratty Kennedy" to being knows as "Anger Management Kennedy".

"Kennedy... I... It's not-" Willow was trying to hard to explain, but her mind was racing with fear and confusion.

"Just…. I- I need some air" Kennedy held the stakes and stormed out trying not to wet the floor with her tears.

The room blurred together as her eyes filled with water as Willow watched Kennedy leave. It was as if she finally had something that was hers, and only hers in front of her, and the next second she was gone.

Although Willow knew it wasn't all her fault that Kennedy had misunderstood, she had to have gotten the idea from somewhere.

Oh my god... What have I done? Willow thought as she forced her legs to move.

She got her thoughts in line and ran to the phone…

-_-_ Current time _-_-

… The slayer fell to her knees and began to bawl. She felt like she was truly in the middle of nowhere, but in reality she was just on the other side of the large city. She needed some distance... or so she thought. She was desperately trying to ignore the overwhelming rush of emotions that flooded her mind and body every time she thought of the witch.

The tears blurred her vision as she tried to get off the sidewalk. She lay down on a cold cement park bench and closed her eyes. She crossed her broken hand across her chest and tried to take a breath.

-_-_ Meanwhile_-_-

"Willow calm down and tell me what's going on." Buffy had received a call from Willow just minutes ago, but unfortunately she couldn't understand anything the woman said through her sobs.

Willow took a deep breath while wiping her eyes on a wrinkled white tissue she had been grasping onto. "Kennedy... She... I messed up, Buffy... She left, a-and it's all my fault..." Willow broke down once again, but Buffy still didn't understand.

"Willow, what EXACTLY happened? I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."

Willow then explained how she and Kennedy had been unusually distant lately and how Willow managed to scare Kennedy away with just some luggage and her mail.

"Oh... That is bad..." Buffy mumbled, receiving a slight nod and a sniffle in response from her friend, "Well... Can't you use a locator spell on her or something?"

"I tried that... but she's been moving too quickly for me to get an exact lock on her. " Willow gestured to the map and candles she has laid out on the floor across the room from them.

"It's going to be okay, Will." Buffy held her friend close while she shook in her arms. "Hey, you know what?" Willow lifted her head to meet her gaze, "We're going to find her. Okay?"

"Okay…" Willow sat up, out of her friend's arms and gazed over at the mantle, seeing a picture of Kennedy and herself holding hands on the beach.

"Keep trying the locator spell. I'm going to call Xander and get him up to date on the situation. Then I'm going to go out and try to find her." Buffy gave her friend a sympathetic smile and held her hand lightly. "We ARE going to find her Willow. Remember what I said… Once you fall for Willow, you stay fallen."

Willow forced a smile, and they both stood and set off to their destinations.

Buffy managed to get a hold of Xander, who was still working on setting up the new "Slayer Base", even though it was almost 9 o'clock at night.

After the explanation that Buffy provided, he dropped what he was doing and started driving over to Willow's place.

"You all set up Will?" Buffy looked down at the witch, seated in a candle-lit area featuring a local map.

"Yea. You ready?" Willow was shaking slightly, barely holding back her discomfort at the situation.

"Whenever you are. Xander is on his way over to stay here while we go find her."

"Okay… Here we go then…" Willow took a deep breath and began to recite the locator spell when she felt a sharp pain resonating from within her chest.

"AH!" She screamed at the sudden pain, causing Buffy to run over to her.

"Willow! Willow, what's going on? Are you okay?" Buffy held her friend who had just began recovering from the outburst.

Willow began leaning forward on the ground, almost as if she had been punched in the gut several times.

"I-… AHH!" She was interrupted by another sharp pain from her chest. Willow sat up enough to lift her shirt several inches, reavieling her left side. Neither of them saw any sort of cut or bruise, so she dropped her shirt back down. After a few minutes of intense pain, she was breathing shallowly as her body began to get back to normal.

"Willow, talk to me!"

"It's-" She winced at some new soreness around her body, "Its Kennedy…"

"What do you mean 'its Kennedy'?"

"Something happened to her…" Willow's eyes began filling with tears as she leaned up against the wall behind her, reveling the map below her. She was now extremely exhausted, but she knew sleeping would do nothing to help Kennedy.

Buffy did everything she could to comfort her friend when she realized the locator spell had worked. The map had a tiny golden light shining on a park several miles away.

"Willow… the spell worked. She's in a park on the other side of town."

"We need to go find her-" Willow attempted standing up, but Buffy guided her back down the wall. She was obviously still in a lot of pain. "Buffy… I need to find her. I need to know that she's okay… I need to make things alright."

"No… You stay here… Xander should be here any moment. He can stay with you while I go find Kennedy." Just as the last words came out, Xander opened the front door and Buffy ran over to him, once again explaining what was going on.

"Oh my god. Willow…" Xander walked over to her and kneeled at her side.

"Xander…" Willow forced the words out just before she passed out from exhaustion.

"Is she going to be okay?" He pulled a blanket on top of her and dabbed the sweat off her forehead with a nearby tissue.

"I don't know… But I need to go find Kennedy." Buffy grabbed a pad of paper and a pen to jot down the directions to the park. She then grabbed her coat and car keys and headed for the door.

"Be careful Buffy!" Xander shouted as she opened the door to leave.

"Always…" She briskly walked to her car, got in, and fired up the engine.

-_-_ A few minutes ago at the park_-_-

Kennedy was trying to hard to sleep away her troubles, but she never got a moment of rest. She would close her eyes and she would see the picture of Willow and her holding hands on the beach. It not only hurt to see Willow, but to imagine herself trying to be again without the redhead holding her hand.

She began closing her eyes again when she heard a twig snap in the trees nearby. She sat up and held her shattered hand close to her chest by wrapping it around her front.

Some rustling in the bushes caught her attention and she was instantly to her feet, ready to fend off any attack coming her way. Just as she turned around to face the bushes making the noise, she was met with a quick punch to the face.

Retaliating with a kick to the attacker's chest, Kennedy had the higher ground as she had knocked him back into the trees. The cloaked man pulled a dagger out of its sheath and lunged her way. She dodged each quick jab by jumping from side to side, but was soon pinned up against a nearby tree.

The Bringer back- handed her across the face, causing some blood to begin trailing its way from the corner of her mouth. He kneed her broken hand and held his left arm against her throat, pinning her to the tree. The dark man brought his right arm back, ready to burry the blade deep within her gut. Just as it was about to break her skin she grabbed onto his wrist with her left, un-broken hand.

They struggled for control over the weapon, for she was exhausted from having such a long, stressful night. He was gaining control, and she closed her eyes and prepared herself for the end.

Before she could even process it, the man was gone, and she was loosing the feeling in her legs. She could only feel herself sliding down the tree, scratching her back as warm sticky liquid coated her left side.

She looked around and saw the man running away as fast as he could. She then glanced down; only to catch onto the fact the indeed, the dagger was buried deep within her front. She began loosing consciousness when she saw something that caught her attention.

Kennedy had always expected a white light, or to see her life flash before her eyes. But not this time.

As she was laying on the dirty ground below a tree, with a dagger sunk into her front, all she could see was the same image of Willow holding her hand.

Kennedy then felt the pain begin to sink in as she grasped the cold steel handle of the dagger. Without a moment of hesitation, she pulled it out of her side, causing the blood to run smoothly out of her wound.

Kennedy held the dagger and rolled over slightly, so she was now kneeling with her left hand assisting her balance. She took a deep breath, forced herself to stand, and stumble out to the bench she was previously sitting on. She tried to merely pass by the bench, but she ended up collapsing on it.

Just as everything was going black, she was picked up and carrier off somewhere…

I know it's shorter than the first chapter, but I'm planning on adding another (short) chapter tonight =)

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