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Willow, the Series
1x2 - Return to Me
Previously, on Willow, the Series:
The
vortex opened up again. `What the - ' the blonde vampire began, but
stopped as something fell out of said vortex. With a flash of bright
light, the vortex disappeared, temporarily blinding the group.
As Willow's vision returned, she could see the outline of the whatever-it-was on the floor. `Looks... human,' she thought.
She wasn't wrong. An innocent face, long hair, scared eyes. As Willow's vision returned, she gasped, falling to her knees. She
wanted to scream, cry, exclaim, do something - but found she was choking up.
`T - Tara?'
Teaser:
`Tara?' Willow repeated, a little stronger this time. `Baby?'
`Oh my God,' Xander exclaimed quietly, staring at the new addition to the room.
`What's
wrong?' Willow asked, her face crinkling up in concern. The redhead
made as if to move closer to Tara, but stopped when she flinched, and
scooted backwards a foot or so. `Tara?' she repeated again, tears
welling in her eyes. Willow stood up again, unsteadily, and moved
slowly towards the girl on the floor.
Tara looked up at Willow,
eyes wide. After a second's hesitation, she moved backwards again,
until she found herself in a corner.
`Tara? W - ' Willow stopped
and swallowed, the dry click all too audible in the now-silent room.
`Why're you moving away? It's just
me. Willow.'
She watched, the hurt evident in her eyes, as Tara drew her legs up to her chest, shaking.
`E - evil,' Tara muttered almost off-handedly. `No.'
`I'm - I'm not evil!' Willow exclaimed, tears flowing freely down her face. `Not... evil.' She fell to her knees again, and reached out,
covering Tara's hand in her own.
Flash.
`You're on the magicks again!' Dawn accused, backing off slowly.
`No, honey,' Dark Willow smiled. `I am the magicks.'
Flash.
`Oh, Buffy,' the dark witch smirked. `You really need to have every
square inch of your ass kicked.'
Flash.
`Bored now,' she waved her hand, and the skin flew off Warren's now-
dead body.
Flash.
Tara stood up quickly, horrified.
`No!
No, Tara, it's... it's not what you think!' Willow cried from the floor
as she too tried to stand up. `Please...' she moaned as Tara ran past
her to the other side of the room, and safety.
`Evil!' Tara exclaimed, pointing not at Willow, but at the spot where the vortex had once been.
Almost on cue, a tall, black haired woman appeared in a flash of lightning. `You called?'
Act One:
Spike stepped forward, instantly putting on the charms.
`Hello, luv!'
`Hello. My name is Rochelle, and I believe you have something that I want,' she smirked, and turned to look at Tara. `...very much.'
`You mean Tara.' Spike's charms and goodwill disappeared at once.
`Yes. I mean... Tara.'
`Well you're not getting her!' Willow exclaimed, standing protectively in front of the blonde.
`Nobody asked you,' Rochelle snarled at her, then turned back to Spike. `Listen to me, William. I am an extremely resourceful woman. Now, if I don't get what I need by,' - she leant up and licked his cheek - `...coaxing
it out of you,' - she grabbed on to his shirt - `I shall have to use
force.' As her seductive smile grew wider, her grip grew tighter. `Got
it?' she smirked again, then threw him across the room.
Almost
instantly, Illyria was there. She dodged Rochelle's heavy blows,
feigned to the left, then swept her feet out from under her,
kicking
her to the fireplace. Amazingly though, Rochelle simply stood up, wiped
some blood of her forehead, then walked purposefully over to Tara.
`Get up. You're coming with me.'
`No...' Tara moaned weakly, pushing herself into the wall. `No, no, not
again...'
`I said get up.'
`No,' Willow's voice boomed out.
Rochelle turned around, a half-smile on her face as she watched Willow float into the air, her body crackling with electricity. `Witch.'
`Amurae, Fetaro, Cascara,' the redhead said tonelessly, and a blue fireball appeared in the palm of her hand. `Amurae, Fetaro, Cascara,' she repeated, and it grew bigger.
`Ooh!' Rochelle mocked. `What're you gonna do? Set me alight?'
Willow
dropped to the ground in front of her, electricity gone. `Actually,
yes,' she smiled sweetly, and threw the fireball at Rochelle. It
vanished on impact, and for a split second Willow thought the spell
hadn't worked, but then the black-haired bitch erupted into brilliant
bluebell flames.
'I always liked blue,' Spike commented somewhat jovially, watching the spectacle.
`You'll pay,' Rochelle's eyes shone murderously, and she vanished in another flash of lightning.
`I - I can't do this,' Tara whimpered, and rushed upstairs.
*****
`Xander... can we talk?' Willow sat down on one of the wooden chairs in the kitchen, and looked at her friend expectantly.
`Hey, we're talking right - ' Xander began, but stopped when he saw the look on Willow's face. `Sure. What's on your mind?'
`It's Tara.'
`A little more to go on?' he coaxed, not unkindly.
`Something's
wrong with her. She - she's been in that room for hours, making no
noise whatsoever. She's quiet, but a bad quiet, not a good one, y'know?
Xander, she - she won't even talk to me!'
Xander sighed, and bit
his lip. `Look, Will... just give her time. I mean, she's been brought
back from the dead, remember how that affected Buffy?'
`But this is different. I can sense it. Xander... I think Tara was in hell.'
Xander simply stared at Willow, unsure of what to say. `How do you know?'
`I never said I knew, just that... I thought. Something traumatic must've happened to her, or else… or else, why would she be like
this?'
`Something traumatic... like, say, being brought back from the dead?'
`Yes, but... I just -' she stopped, trying to control the tears that threatened to flow. `Why won't she talk to me? I love
her. I never stopped loving her, not once. And... and...' she sighed.
`Every night, when I close my eyes, the last minute or so of her life
plays in my mind, and I just keep on wishing that... that it was me.
That I got shot, and that she lived,' Willow finished, the tears
flowing freely now.
`Don't,' Xander said softly, embracing his best friend.
`Xander... why won't she talk to me?'
*****
Illyria
made her way up the stairs, deep in thought. There was something
strange about this new human who'd come out of the vortex. Not only
strange, but... familiar. She knew her shell hadn't met the
human before, she'd have recognized it... yet it wasn't so much the
human, as what was inside the human. Something different all together,
not human, not demon... yet evil nevertheless, and quite possibly
waiting to get out.
`I must consult Spike,' she thought to herself. Yes, that was the wisest course of action. A fellow demon, even one as lowly as a
vampire, would perhaps understand.
`Are you sure?' a woman's voice echoed out through the hallway. Illyria doubled back, following the voice back to it's source -
Spike's
room. Tip-toeing carefully and quietly (for which she would later
chastise herself; she was an Old One, a demon demi-god, and demi-gods
did not creep about like mice), she peeked around the door frame.
Spike was laid casually back on his bed - nothing odd there, except - Illyria saw with a large amount of anger and jealousy that Rochelle was on top of him. Touching him.
`Blue!' Spike barked suddenly, and sat up.
`Oh... it's you,'
Rochelle turned an appraising eye towards the demon, then turned back.
`Think about what I said,' she purred, then did the disappearing act.
Illyria turned, and stalked off. She felt dangerously close to tears,
and tears would only make things more... human.
*****
`Hugs are fun,' a mildly cheered-up Willow mumbled through Xander's sweater.
`Indeed they are. Just like Survivor: All Stars, Disneyworld and Jell-O, hugs are up there in the top 5 fun pastimes.'
`Really? What's the 5th one?' the redhead inquired, looking up at her friend.
Xander thought, and blushed deeply.
`Someone thinkin' naughty thoughts?'
`Uh... no! The fifth is, ...money. Yes... money,' he repeated forcefully.
`But you know what they say: money is the root of all evil,' Willow countered, beginning to enjoy herself.
`But
that's where "they" were wrong,' Xander replied, using
finger-quotations. `The First is the root of all evil. Money is just a
pleasing by-product.'
`Xander?' Willow asked, suddenly serious.
`Hmm?'
`I don't wanna sound pushy, but could you talk to Tara for me? Just... see if you can figure anything out?'
`Of course,' Xander smiled gently. `Let's see if she won't open up for the Xand-man.'
*****
`I'm not opening the door, Xander,' Tara's voice came through.
`C'mon, I just wanna talk,' Xander cajoled.
Tara
opened the door slowly, and looked warily out. `Look, Xander... you're
really sweet, and thank-you, but... I just want to be alone.'
`You may want to be alone, but it's not what you need. Remember what happened to Buffy? D'you wanna end up having sex with Spike?'
A
smile slowly appeared on Tara's face, and she let the door swing open.
`Alright. Ten minutes... and I'm not promising anything.'
Relief flushed Xander's face, and he entered the room.
Act Two:
Illyria
stared across the room at Willow. `I would not presume to confide in
your kind. Humans are weak, and overly emotional. And yet I cannot
speak with anyone else. Do you understand?'
`I think so...' Willow replied, brow furrowed.
`I had gone to speak with Spike. As I approached his room, I saw him with that... woman.'
`Rochelle?'
`Rochelle, yes,' Illyria agreed. `He - Spike - was attracted to her.'
`And you think Rochelle might try to get Tara through Spike,' Willow pieced together.
`No. I believe he is stronger then that. But,' Rochelle leant towards the redhead, and whispered. `...the thing was... I was jealous of her. Me, jealous! I have traveled worlds, universes, whole dimensions. I've
seen such beauty, such wonder... and yet I used to believe emotions
were for the weak, but I was beginning to feel them myself.' She looked
down, as if she were ashamed she felt emotion for anything. `Everything
about this house is different to anything I have felt before. Even at
Wolfram and Hart, things were not the same as here. It feels like...'
`Home,' Willow whispered.
Illyria looked up sharply. `You feel it too? Are you not human?'
`I am. I'm a witch.'
`A witch...' Illyria repeated slowly.
`Perhaps there may be more of Fred in you then you think.'
`Perhaps,' she mused. `I must apologize to you.'
`Apologize? Why?'
`At
first, I thought you nothing but a primitive woman. Weak. But I can see
now that you are more - and I'm not talking about your magick. You are
a truly intelligent creature.'
`Thanks,' Willow blushed.
A solitary tear fell from Illyria's striking eyes, and landed in her hand.
`I
look at this tear, and it shatters me. The last time I cried was more
than a millennia ago, before I had even begun to learn the way
of
this world, and others. It sickens me, it represents all I used to
hate... and possibly hate still. And yet another side of me enjoys
being with people such as yourself. I am learning of things I never
thought existed, and perhaps never wanted to think existed. This
constant inner conflict feels as if it is killing me. After I was
stripped of my more complex powers last year, I couldn't even travel
through dimensions. I felt weak, trapped, and part of me still does. I
wish I had never been summoned from the Deeper Well.'
Willow looked sadly at Illyria. `I know how you must feel. I went through a... stage... where I - well, never mind, but the thing is, you
need
to try and make the best of life. You've been put here for some reason,
whether or not it's clear at the moment. Life isn't happy all the time,
but you still have to keep on living, whether you enjoy it or not.'
Illyria looked up. `You do not find me repulsive?'
`No.'
*****
`So...'
`You want to know where I was, what happened to me... don't you?' Tara asked, her eyes skirting nervously around the room.
`Well, yeah. It'd be a start,' Xander replied. `Of course, if you don't want to...'
`I can't tell you.'
`I thought so. Look, it's all right, I just - '
`I said I can't tell you. But... I can show you.'
`How?'
`Just... come here,' Tara signaled for Xander to join her, and she took
his hand in hers.
For Xander, it was something that he would eventually describe as "trippy". As soon as their hands connected, he could feel her
magick flowing through her veins, enveloping the both of them.
Flash.
It was all it took, and Xander suddenly knew.
Tara turned, and looked at Xander, tears welling in her eyes once again.
`She can never know.'
`But... why?'
`You know as well as I do. It'd tear her up inside. And... Willow doesn't deserve that.'
`But - '
`No, Xander.'
`Can you at least talk to her?'
`I - I can't. I'm sorry, Xander.'
`Please,'
Xander pleaded. `You said Willow didn't deserve it, right? Well what's
tearing her up at the moment is the fact that you won't talk to her.'
At this, Tara faltered, and she looked unsure of herself.
`Please,' Xander repeated. `You don't have to talk about... what happened.'
`Okay,' Tara whispered.
******
`So you believe I should confront Spike?' Illyria asked.
`Well... maybe... maybe not confront,' Willow backpedaled worriedly. `But, y'know... just talk to him. Ask him about it.'
`And how do I know he'll tell the truth?'
`You don't, but how do you know he'll tell the truth if you confront and attack him?'
The demon-god stopped, and stared at the witch. `You're right,' she stood up, and walked out of the room.
`That
was odd,' Willow frowned to herself, and went back to her laptop.
`Diago Times... Diago Times...' She breathed a sigh of relief as the
website came up, and she began to read the article.
Four Dead On Campus
On
October 12th of this year, four students were found dead on the front
lawn of the U.C Diago. Each were found with puncture wounds in their
necks, and massive amounts of blood lost.
`Great,' Willow said lightly. `Vampires.'
`We've got something new?' Tara asked shyly as she walked into the room.
`N -
no,' Willow stammered, suddenly on edge. `Just... vamps. You know how
it is. Or, you don't... what with being... away.'
`Yeah...' Tara trailed off, leaving an awkward silence between them. `How's Kennedy?'
`Kennedy? How did you -?' the redhead stopped, eyebrows raised.
`Xander told me,' Tara answered quickly.
`Figures,' Willow mumbled.
`I'm not angry,' Tara consoled, moving closer to her.
`That's - that's good, because... because I broke up with her,' Willow replied, standing up.
The two were now practically touching, a look of longing painfully evident in both woman's eyes.
`Should
we -?' Tara began, but stopped when the door burst open. The pair
turned, and saw a woman standing, silhouetted by the night sky.
She stepped into the house, and into the light.
`S - Sunday?' Willow asked worriedly, holding Tara's hand tightly.
`Oh, wow. Witches,' Sunday drawled. `Are you two, like, going out? That'd be such typical new-age crap,' she continued, then stopped as she vamped out. `And I hate new age crap.'
Act Three:
`How'd you get in?' Willow asked, concerned, yet ready.
`What does it look like? I walked,' Sunday replied. `Of course, it does help that once a vampire is pulled outta hell, some rules don't
apply.
Like the door thing. And the cross thing,' she smiled evilly. `Oh, and
that garlic thing. Y'know, I never really understood why vampires
didn't like garlic, it's quite good in bolognaise.'
`Run,' the redhead whispered to Tara. Tara complied, edging her way across the room, then sprinting down the hallway.
`Oh, your little witch friend doesn't want to stay? Pity, really - it's her I'm lookin' for.'
`Menardi!'
Willow stepped forward, and a clear energy ball flew out of her hand
and slammed into the vampire, sending her across the room in an almost
graceful arc... until she hit the bookcase, and fell to the floor.
`You... dyke!' Sunday shrieked, finally losing her cool.
`Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not okay to use derogatory words like that?' Willow asked angrily, then followed Tara down the hall.
*****
`She's - coming,' Tara panted.
`Who?'
Spike turned, half annoyed and half relieved to be interrupted: he
wasn't sure he liked where this "conversation" (if that was what you
called it) with Illyria was going.
`I think her name was... Sunday.'
`Sunday?! Who the hell let her in?'
`Nobody let her in!' Willow announced as she dashed in.
`Really? Then how - '
`Talk later, stake now, she's coming!'
`Right. Blue!' Spike barked, and the two walked out into the hallway.
*****
`Who're - hey... you're Sunday!' Xander pointed an accusatory finger at the blonde in the hallway.
`Yeah,' Sunday smirked, and breezed past him.
`Hey!' Xander called. `Aren't you gonna hit me?'
`Not even worth it,' the reply came.
`Oh, c'mon! I don't get to be a ritualistic demon butt-monkey any more? Oh wait, I hated that.'
*****
`Hey,
it's the Sid Vicious fan and his little girlfriend!' Sunday exclaimed
as she spotted the two in the hall. `Don't get in my way.'
`Does killing you count as getting in your way?' Spike sneered as he produced a stake from his pocket.
`Why do you carry that around?' Sunday asked incredulously, eyeing the stake. `It's just asking for trouble.'
Spike
rolled his eyes, and leapt forward, jamming the stake in Sunday's
heart. She stepped backwards, shocked, then her face turned calm.
`Oh, yeah!' she writhed, and pushed the stake in deeper. `That's the spot! Don't you hate it when there's an itch you just - can't -
scratch?'
`....aren't you supposed to be dust?' Spike questioned, eyebrows raised.
`Like
I told your little friend, when you're shipped out of hell by someone
in a... powerful position, some rules get voided. Like the door thing,
the cross thing, the garlic thing... and the stake thing. You see, I'm
what you might call... an Ubervamp.'
`An Ubervamp? Oh,
please!' Spike snorted. `I've fought Ubervamps. Tall, very pale, very
bald, scary lookin', and really sharp teeth.'
`Well - well,
fine,' Sunday sneered, feeling slightly ruffled. `I'm really strong, I
can't be killed easily, and I'm about to kick your
ass. Happy?'
`We sent you packin', what makes you think we can't do it again?'
`This,' Sunday replied, ripping the stake out of her chest.
`Good for you, then,' Spike replied, pulling another stake out of his pocket.
With
a snarl as Spike vamped out, the two leapt at each other, stakes
outstretched. Spike swung his head to the left, the business end of the
wooden implement scraping across the side of his face. He turned and
slammed the stake into Sunday's back, then ripped it out again. Instead
of falling to the ground in complete agony, as any other vampire surely
would've done, she landed on her feet and turned to face her opponent.
`Oh my God.
I'm shaking in my boots - you've wrecked my sweater!' she taunted,
smiling sarcastically. `What ever shall I do now? How about I kick
your - ' she stopped, and Spike watched in a disturbed fascination as
her head whipped to the left, too far to the left - and she fell to the floor, revealing Illyria, glaring at the now stationary body.
`Broke her neck,' Spike thought, realizing what had happened.
`That vampire annoyed - '
`Ow!' Sunday's voice interrupted Illyria. `That - hurt,' she snarled, shoving her neck back into place as she stood up.
Spike stared at her incredulously. `Don't you die?'
`Like
I said before; not easily,' Sunday replied, and viciously elbowed
Illyria in the stomach. `But that's something you're finding out now,
isn't it?'
Spike snarled, a guttural, low sound, and charged at Sunday. Anticipating her sidestep, he thrust his arm out and clotheslined
her,
sending her smashing through the stair rail and down to the lower level
of the house. With barely a thought, Spike jumped down
after her, ready to cause some damage.
`How unsportsmanlike,' Sunday scolded, smiling.
`This isn't a sport, luv, this is life or death,' Spike replied, jumping over the plush sofa, and punching at Sunday.
She
easily dodged the blows, moving backwards at a high speed, then,
without warning, she ran forward and kicked Spike in the stomach,
sending him across the room. She advanced on him, but suddenly stopped,
as if alerted to something more important.
`You got lucky this time, luv. But next time I see you, I'll kill you, your little friends, and drag little Tara up there back with me.
She's got something I need, and I'm gonna get it.'
Her little speech finished, she swiveled around, and walked out the
same door she came in.
`Bloody hell,' Spike moaned, and tried to stand up.
*****
Sunday sauntered outside of the house, obviously in no hurry to be going anywhere.
`Oh, Rochelle!' she sang out, looking nowhere in particular.
When the black haired woman appeared behind her in a flash of lightning, Sunday turned around, unconcerned.
`Was the mission a success?' Rochelle asked, glaring at the vampire.
`Totally, 100-percent success,' the reply came, and Rochelle's glare softened.
`Good. So they know?'
At this, Sunday giggled, looking back to the large house.
`Oh, they know alright. I made sure to hammer it home.'
`Good,' Rochelle repeated.
`Yeah,' Sunday answered in a non-committed voice, and began walking out onto the street.
`Everything's
going according to plan. That little witch will fall right into my
trap...' Rochelle trailed off, following the vampire.
Act Four:
`Are you alright?' Illyria asked, barely hiding her concern.
`I'll live,' Spike smirked at the irony of what he'd just said.
`What happened?' Willow joined Illyria with Xander.
`She beat me up.'
`Yeah, we get that!' Xander interjected happily, but his grin vanished on simultaneous withering glares from Spike and Illyria.
`She
said some wannabe Big Bad stuff, mostly par-for-the-course, y'know,
"I'll kill you and your friends!"... but she did say something else.
She said that after she killed us, that she'd take Tara back with her.'
`Back where?' Willow questioned, unconsciously gripping Xander's arm.
`What is this, the bloody Spanish Inquisition?!' Spike asked indignantly.
`Spike...' the redhead warned dangerously.
`She didn't say,' Spike said. `They rarely do.'
`So you think she's in cahoots with scary-lightning-woman?' Xander frowned, thinking.
`Yeah.'
*****
Tara
padded slowly down the hall, stopping uncertainly outside of Willow's
door. After several sighs, she finally reached out and
knocked.
`Come in!' Willow's concerned voice floated through the large wooden door.
Tara opened the door, and walked slowly in, guilt deeply ingrained in her features.
`Hi...' she said weakly, when Willow didn't turn around from whatever she was doing on her laptop.
`Oh! Tara!' she spun around. `Sorry, I was just - is everything okay?'
`No.'
`Well... can I do anything to help?' Willow moved closer, her face full
of concern for the woman standing opposite her.
`There's nothing you can do. I just -' she sighed. `I came to say goodbye. I'm leaving.'
`What?!' Willow asked incredulously, standing up. `Why?'
`Because I'm putting everyone in danger just by being here.'
`What? Don't be stupid!'
`You heard what Spike said. Sunday and Rochelle are looking for me. Me staying around will only get you guys in danger.'
`But we can handle it!' Willow insisted. `We've been in danger before, this is nothing! It'll blow over, you'll see!'
`It won't,' Tara replied softly.
`Sure it will!' the redhead cajoled, but she looked worried. `And... and even if it doesn't, we'll fix it, you'll see!'
`You can't. There's nothing you can do.'
`Tara!'
Willow grabbed Tara by the shoulders, tears once again threatening to
spill from her eyes. `We'll get through this. You know
we will.
If... if you go out on your own, there'll be no-one to protect you. But
if you stay here, you'll be fine. We've faced worse then
this, you know we have!'
`I don't know.'
`You do. You're staying here, where it's safe,' Willow enforced.
`Safe...' Tara whispered, looking down sadly.
*****
Sunday
leant back in the massive leather couch, taking in some mindless
game-show on the widescreen television that adorned the flashy and
expensive home she was hiding out in. Never once taking her eyes off
the TV, she reached over and grabbed the woman sitting next to her.
`Please! Please, I'll do anything!' the woman pleaded. `I have money, anything! I - '
`Shh,' Sunday cut her off, and bit down.
A flash of lightning behind her, and Rochelle was standing impetuously over the vampire and her meal.
`The spell is complete,' the black haired woman announced.
Sunday pulled off her victim and stood up, letting the now cold body drop heavily to the floor.
`Don't you ever knock?'
`Didn't you hear me? The spell is complete. It's ready.'
`And?'
In reply, Rochelle pulled a long dagger from behind her back. As she held it up to the light, it shone blood red.
`It works, then,' Sunday smiled.
*****
`So you'll stay?' Willow asked, still concerned.
`For the time being,' Tara replied, looking anywhere but at the woman in front of her.
The redhead sighed deeply, partly from relief, and partly from concern.
`I suppose that's the best I can get?' she asked hopefully.
When Tara didn't reply, Willow sighed once more, and grabbed her hands.
`Tara, I - '
Flash.
`How ...?'
Tara stepped away, looking horrified, as Willow fell to the floor.
`I'm - I'm sorry!' she babbled, knowing what Willow had just seen.
Willow
looked up, massive hurt all too evident in her eyes. Staring at Tara,
knowing where she'd been, what had happened to her...
`Why - ' she began, but stopped as she choked up. `Why didn't you tell me?' she asked, tears streaming down her face.
`I'm
sorry,' Tara repeated. `...sorry,' she whispered, then turned and
walked slowly out of the room, leaving a sobbing Willow behind her.
*****
`Yes... it works.'
`So, you gonna summon them, or what?' Sunday asked, returning to her meal.
Rochelle's nose wrinkled involuntarily as she watched the vampire devour her victim, and she turned away.
`Patience, Sunday.'
`Patience?' Sunday removed herself from the woman. `We've waited too long to be patient!' she shouted. `Are we summoning them?'
Rochelle whirled around, blue electricity crackling off her body.
`Don't forget who instigated this, vampire,' she snarled, her voice suddenly other-worldly. `I can just as easily put you back where you were.'
`Alright!' the blonde vampire cringed, all bravado suddenly gone.
`Yes,' Rochelle patted her hair down, and recomposed herself. `I'll summon them now.'
`And that sad little gang just won't know what hit `em!' the vampire smiled evilly.
-fin-
When Willow, the Series returns:
Something is stalking the gang.
Shot of Spike being hit across a room by something unseen.
Shot of Illyria standing stationary, listening for something.
Shot of Xander holding a butcher's knife at the ready.
Shot of Willow sitting cross-legged, casting a spell. Her eyes burst open, shooting forth a bright light.
Shot
of Tara running desperately down the hallway, tears in her eyes as she
looks behind her - she's being chased by something extremely volatile.
But with Willow's emotions running high...
Shot of Willow curled up in bed, sobbing.
Willow (V.O.): I saw where she was. I saw what happened to her.
Cut to Xander and Willow sitting next to each other on the same bed.
Xander: I'm sorry.
Willow: I can't help but think that somehow... this is my fault.
...will the gang survive this?
Willow, the Series 1x3 - Show and Tell.
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