Title: Healing Willow
Author: Thomas (Taralover being my board handle)
Rating: PG 13 for now.
Disclaimers: I make no money out of this fanfic, I'm just writing it for fun.
Pairing: Willow/Tara (of course)
Summary: What if Glory came across Willow instead of Tara, and decided to strip her of her magic rather then destroying her brain?
Feedback: Yes please, I love feedback and it's the reason why I write fanfiction.
Other things-Thank you so much to willowandtaraforever for being my beta and encouraging me to write.
Chapter One-Drained
Willow Rosenberg quietly walked between the rows of tombstones within Sunnydale’s largest cemetery, a short sharp stake in one hand, and an amethyst tipped wand in the other. Whilst she could cast magic easily without the wand, it made her feel better knowing that she had it with her.
Sometimes I do wonder why I continue to do this unpaid and potentially deadly chore, risking my life without a reward. I could be inside of Tara’s arms, feeling her warm lips upon mine, not risking death or worse, becoming undead. You know, if they cremated the dead in Sunnydale the vampire population would be much reduced, I remember Giles telling me that was the reason why there were so few vampires in England, because…
She stopped when she heard the soft sobbing of a child.
What on earth is a child doing here in the middle of the night? Surely all responsible parents in this town keep their children inside after dark? Especially here. What if it’s a trap, what if the moaning is that of a child vampire or something even nastier?
She tightened her grip on her stake and wand.
I have to identify who it is, I can’t risk leaving a helpless child to become a living snack, or even worse, a child vampire that might bite and infect other children.
She followed the moaning until she saw its source, with his or her head facing away from her.
“Don’t cry, you’re all right now, don’t worry. What’s your name? Where are your parents?”
The sobbing stopped to be replaced by silence and suddenly four vampires leapt up from behind the graves and leapt at her, vamping out as they did so. She spoke a magical trigger word, shut her eyes tightly and her wand flashed with the light of day for a couple of seconds, turning three of her attackers into small piles of ash.
The fourth, slightly further behind then the other three, was unaffected by the spell and crashed into her, pushing her off her feet, only to slam itself into the stake which pierced it’s undead heart. She just had time to recognize it as a friend she once had known in third grade before it exploded into ashes. Wiping them from her, she got up and leapt back as the child revealed itself to be some sort of goblin thing. She raised her wand again, when a golden-haired young woman stepped out from behind a marble tomb. “I wouldn’t murder my minion if I were you. They’re far too hard to replace for a start.”
Willow stared at her. She didn’t look like a vampire or other form of undead, but she certainly didn’t look friendly as she glared back.
“It’s rude to stare. My name is Glory, and I’ve been hearing rumors about you and your kind, that you like to play the hero and slay the undead. I’m looking for a magical Key, and maybe you can help me. If you do I will make it worth your while, but if not…”
Willow had heard enough and spoke the words to send a fireball across the gap. It hit it’s target, scorching her clothes but doing no damage to her skin. Glory closed the distance between them in seconds, smashing her fist into Willow’s forehead and throwing her to the ground. She grabbed Willow, yanked her upright and clamped a hand to her forehead. “I am so tempted to lower your intellect to one that makes the President seem clever, but I want you to deliver a message to your friends to leave me be or else. As you cast spells against me, I will drain your powers into myself. Be thankful that I let you off lightly.”
Willow screamed as she felt Glory’s grip tighten in her hair, and Glory’s hand glowed softly as she began to drain all of Willow’s magic from her.
Glory held back from shredding Willow's mind.
If I leave her as a drooling idiot, I'll never get my message delivered to the Slayer. Glory thought.
Last edited by Taralover on Sun Aug 24, 2008 6:40 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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