Bring Me to Life
Same disclaimers as always
Eighteen
Tara wasn't even aware that she was screaming. All she could see then was Willow, falling to the floor with a whole in her head.
She stared, not believing how much blood there was. Oh Goddess, my sweet Willow!
She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't ever let herself believe it. But she had no choice. The truth lay there on the floor.
Willow was gone.
Buffy couldn't even yell out a warning. Everything simply happened. She'd never seen so much blood. In all her years as the Slayer, never had anything like this happened.
She'd lost friends, family, so much over the years, but this…nothing like this had ever happened before.
Willow was dead.
Xander cried. His best friend. His bud! It couldn't be real. It couldn't! They'd been through too much for Willow to just…die.
He just couldn't believe it.
Giles stifled a cry. Willow was gone. One of his…daughters…was gone. It was…He stared. She couldn't be dead. He'd lost a daughter once, he couldn't lose another one.
Except that Willow lay crumpled on the floor before him.
Anya stared. How could Willow be dead? she thought. Mrs. Summers had been sick, she could at least understand that, but Willow was fine. Willow wasn't sick.
She never really liked Willow much. There was that whole Xander thing between them, but…she was sure that sometime in the gaps of her memory, they had grown to like each other.
So Willow couldn't die. She'd leave Tara all alone.
But Tara stood by her, eyes wide in shock, as they all stared at Willow's dead form.
Willow was dead.