Willow's POV

I was terrified. I mean, I don't think I'd ever been more terrified by a single vamp besides Angelus himself. No, this one scared me more. Sure, Spike was scary too, but Drusilla could get in my head. My sanctuary was my mind, my thoughts, my brain.

And she obviously had the power to blow right over my inner strength. It was obvious not because she'd done it yet, but because she'd killed Kendra so easily and she was a slayer for Pete's sake!

I was trembling, trapped under a freaking bookcase and feeling like I would pass out at any second. I could see Kendra's body only feet ahead and Giles...well, Giles was gone. Taken.

Tears welled in my eyes as she approached me, a pathetic whimper making its way out of my throat. Why couldn't she just forget about me? Seriously, for this one time in my life, all I wanted was to go completely and utterly unnoticed.

"All dressed for the party and no tea's been brewed." Drusilla sing-songed, dropping to kneel by my head. I didn't look at her. As morbid as it was, I couldn't look away from Kendra. That strong, beautiful, smart, tenacious girl that had crumbled almost laughably easily for a slayer.

She had been dedicated. Much more than Buffy. She took this seriously and she had been mowed down with a little eye contact.

The numbness in my legs was starting to creep up my bones, to encompass all of me. My terror was leaving me stock-still and my eyes were trying to shut even as I fought with everything I had to keep them open. I needed to blink, clear away the black spots in my vision, but I knew if I did that my eyes probably wouldn't open again.

Was this death? Was I actually dying by bookcase right now?

God, that would be the most ironic thing ever for a bookworm like me to be killed from. Especially since I fight monsters on a regular basis. At least it wasn't some tragic accident though. I'd had it shoved on top of me.

That made it more heroic, right?

Who am I kidding? It's still ridiculous. And so so ironic. The only thing that would be more ironic is if I was beaten to death with my laptop.

"Come on, little tree." Drusilla crooed. "Don't fall asleep yet, Miss Edith wanted me to tell you something."

My eyes are sagging even as I force myself to look at her. She might as well use her mind control. I'm dying anyway. Maybe she could take the pain away...make me die in happy memories.

I look down suddenly as I realize...no. She wouldn't. She'd try to hurt me more if anything. I don't even want to know what a demon with manipulative mind powers can come up with. My parents mocking me before and as I die. Buffy calling me a monster. Xander telling me I was nothing. Them...any or all of them...leaving me. It was my worst fear.

And someone like Drusilla was probably ecstatic to make it come true.

"Let's go, Pet." Spike called from the doorway. "Watcher's waiting for us and so will Angelus."

Drusilla ignored him, staring intently into my eyes. The eyes I'd immediately brought back up when someone was speaking. Curse my stupid freaking manners at a time like this. No. Fucking. I'm fucking stupid for thinking of being polite, subconsciously or not, when I'm being trapped by two demons and a bookcase, waiting for death.

I can curse all I want. In my mind or out loud. I'm about to die, afterall. "Fuck." The word is spit out of my mouth like it disgusts me, but really I disgust myself.

Drusilla giggles. "Mummy really shouldn't say such naughty words in front of her little girl. Tisn't proper, now is it?" she asks. "Daddy would say you were being crude. Don't curse at Princess."

God, I wish I could strangle her right now. "Can I die in peace?" I asked her, startled by my own weak and thin voice as much as at the words I spoke.

"You're not dying, Red." Spike sounds annoyed. "Got a bump or two. Maybe something wrong with your noggin, but you ain't dying."

"Don't try to hide, mummy." Drusilla's adds out of nowhere. My eyes close, but she keeps talking. "Miss Edith says that daddy will have you. The stars have decided but they don't know how. Daddy's fair lady and Princess' mummy or the nasty Soul's goddess?"

I'm barely hearing her but my head nods weakly, sending a wave of dizziness through me to which I groan. Spike chuckles and I feel Drusilla's tiny hands stroking my hair.

"Let's go, pet. I think she gets it."

"Will you be okay, mummy?"

God, I hope so. "Fine." I murmur before I'm unable to speak anymore.