Bring Me to Life
Same disclaimers as always
Twenty
Tara stared wide-eyed at Willow. The relief she felt was so great that she just felt like laughing.
All she wanted to do was envelop the redhead into an embrace and wisk her away into a bedroom.
But there was that pesky someone-had-just-shot-her-lover thing. She could feel anger burning within her. Who dared to try to kill her Willow?!
She looked over to the Slayer and followed her gaze.
She could ravish Willow later. She had other things to attend to.
Buffy was the first to get back to her senses. What the frilly heck did Willow just do?! Of course, what had happened hadn't sunk in just yet.
She noticed everyone staring as well. Tara looked like she couldn't decide whether or not to laugh or cry. Everyone else…she couldn't really tell, but they all looked the same.
She opened her mouth to ask the not-so-dead redhead what had just happened when she noticed movement up on the balcony.
The bullet had come from there.
And someone was running.
She needed to get away. If any of them caught her…She didn't even want to think about it.
I shouldn't have done this! It was a bad idea! Oh Goddess! They'll kill me! I shouldn't have done this! I shouldn't have listened to her!
Phyllis could feel the hot tears running down her cheeks.
Someone was chasing her, she could feel it. Oh Goddess! I'm gonna die! They're gonna kill me!
She felt like such a baby for crying. She needed to focus on getting away. If she got caught…She held back another round of sobs.
Nothing made sense. The woman who had told her to kill Rosenberg was her lover?!
She knew that her dreams meant something though. They always did.
Phyllis skid to a halt.
In front of her stood one of Rosenberg's friends. And she didn't look happy.