Evil Willow
Sunnydale, the world without shrimp 1999
Dear Diary,
She found me on the street. I was walking home from school, not mine, but the high school. Mom told me to meet Buffy after school, but she told me to go home . I wasn't cool enough to hang out with her friends in the library and Mr Giles.
She smelt like fresh blood. At twelve I shouldn't have known what that smelt like, but I grew up in Sunnydale. It was kind of unavoidable. She leant over me and breathed on my neck, lifting my hair away from my face. She was doing it on purpose, I may have been twelve, but I knew vampires didn't need to breathe. I froze, but something about her twinged in my gut. Call it Watcher's intuition. I tried to peer round and saw a flash of red hair. But her nails were digging into my cheek, pressing deeper than a sane person would, I don't doubt she was drawing blood. I couldn't feel it, even if she did. My whole body was numb with fear.
I could feel her baring her teeth against my neck. Two points digging into my flesh like pins. She could've gone chomp any second and I would've been dead. But she didn't. She waited, she hovered over my neck like she was savouring this moment. I still hadn't comprehended that this was Willow. How could I process that she was dead? That she was attacking me. The Willow I knew would never do that. Her image had been taken by some monster. Pretending to be here. Tears fell down my face of their own accord.
The vampire whispered to me, "are you scared?" Her fangs came closer to my skin. "Don't cry little one. Once I make you like me, we will live together. Immortalised by death." I cried harder. I didn't want to live forever in death, I wanted my life.
"Willow please," I begged, not understanding, but hoping there was still something inside her that recognised me. That would take pity on me. She stopped moving altogether. Her breath vanished from my neck and she recoiled.
"You know me." She said bewildered, how did she not recognise me. She'd been Buffy's best friend for years.
"Willow, it's me. It's Dawnie." I took a step forward, putting distance between us. It was only a short walk left until I reached the house. How far could I get whilst she was distracted and confused. I took one look back at her before bolting. It didn't matter that this was Willow, I could cry about it later. I ran down the street, not screaming, concentrating all my energy on moving forward. I reached my house and stumbled over the porch. I knocked randomly, I couldn't remember where I'd put my key and the waiting was making my skin crawl. When mom opened the door I ran inside, rubbing my arms down the sides.
Mom looked at me surprised until I yelped, "mom close the door!" She did. And I retreated to the couch. I told mom what happened and she tried calling Buffy, there was no answer at the library so she tried Giles at home, but there was nothing there either. She made me hot cocoa and we sat on the couch and watched a movie until I was less scared. When Buffy came home she explained what happened. It wasn't until three years later that my nightmares about that night came to fruition. Willow going dark is something none of us have ever been able to get over. I know Tara is still cut up about it.
Dawn x