Hello: Okay everyone, I have been a lurker for sometime, and I'm about to venture out into the scary world of fanfic. Before you dive into this story, just know I will update sporadically.
Rating: So this fic has been rated at an NC-17. It may be a little while before it gets to that point, but believe me, it definately will. That means there will be some Willow/Tara lovin'
that may not be suitable for all. I'll let you know when it will get juicy by a note at the top of the post.
Pairing: w/t (what other pairing is there really?)
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah, I don't own many of the characters, but I borrowed them to play with in my own wacked Buffyverse.
Thank yous: I have read so many wonderful fics on the Kitten board, and elsewhere that I was inspired to write my own. Thanks to the many folks on the Kitten Board who answered my questions about getting this started, and finally a kudos to my beta reader Rachel. I hope she and I will put out some great work.
Feedback: Of course. Say what you want. I can take it. I would love constructive feedback, and I am even open to suggestions within the storyline (you will be credited if I use something). This is new territory for me, I am usually too shy to have something I've written accessible to so many.
Ok, so shut up already, I know. Here it is. I hope you like it
Willow lies on her bed, clicking away at her laptop in the
middle of a chat room with her cyber coven.
[WonderWicca]: So I hear you can substitute eye of
salamander for eye of newt in that ancient Babylonian spell
for levitation.
[CrazyCoven]: You can, but it's not as potent, and
salamander leaves a real nasty residue in your caldron.
Willow stares in wonder at her screen.
'How do they know
so much? They always have the answers. I really
have to write that little tidbit down.' Willow taps a few more keys and unlocks a secret folder
in her computer. Most girls Willow's age keep a locked diary
to talk about how cute boys are, or who was wearing the
latest outfit. Willow, being special with the witchy powers
keeps a Book of Shadows- a well-hidden file folder where she
keeps all of her spells, ingredient lists and anything Wicca
related. Willow had always been wary of leaving anything
witchy out for her mother to find, especially after that almost
burning at the stake, and her blatant dislike of Buffy's
connection to the supernatural.
Willow realized early on that her mother knew about the
apparent dangers in Sunnydale and she sometimes wonders if
that is why her parents travel so much.
'I wish I didn't
have to sneak around about studying Wicca. Mom should
understand I won’t end up like Aunt Becky. She just can't
see past that.' Willow recalls an argument she had in
early spring about where she was applying to college.
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"Willow, I just picked up the mail, and found a few letters from some of the colleges you have applied to. Look, here's Harvard, Dartmouth, Cornell, and one from . . . Berkeley. I thought we had closed this discussion about staying on the West coast for school? Can you explain the reason for this letter?"
Willow had looked at her mother knowing this letter would cause a showdown, but she was ready. She had formulated enough good arguments that her mother would have to agree Berkeley was a good idea.
"Mom, I know you don't want me staying in Sunnydale, but I thought Berkeley would be far enough away, and it is a good school, and I could be close enough to come home for the holidays, and besides Granny and Aunt Becky both live in Oakland. At least I would have emergency contacts if I needed them, not that I would need them, but, you know, it's good to have someone close by just in case . . ."
Sheila Rosenberg's face had started to turn a shade of crimson Willow hadn’t thought was humanly possible. That's when Willow knew there was more to it than just Buffy and the Hellmouth.
"Do you honestly think we would allow this? You know how your father and I feel about Rebecca. There is no way you are going anywhere near San Francisco. Not for school, not for a friendly family visit, and that's final!!!" Sheila Rosenberg stormed out of the room leaving an astonished Willow.
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Willow gives her head a good shake to try and bring herself back to the present. She adds the new information she had gathered from the coven, and clicks open her other secret file. The Goldman File. Willow starts to go back through the family history she had compiled over the last few months. She had reconfirmed she was named after her Mother’s younger brother, William Goldman, who died at age 15. She had also uncovered a newspaper article briefly describing the accident, and the involvement of 18-year-old Rebecca Goldman. The coroner had ruled an accidental death, but Willow thought it was far from accidental. The files on her aunt from the Oakland Mental Institution described a very delusional young woman who thought she was a witch. Her aunt had destroyed many hospital rooms, and injured many staff members.
Shortly after her aunt’s release, Willow was born. From what Willow could piece together, her aunt fell deep into the dark magicks and became very destructive toward herself and her family. When Willow turned five, Grandma Goldman was placed in a nursing home, and the Rosenbergs fled to Southern California. She still wanted to know more. She knew her Aunt Becky was still alive and living in Oakland close to Granny. One of these days she would make that trip up north and find out what really happened. For now, she resigned herself to research and the odd random question to her parents. Willow finishes reading the rest of the information in the file, signs off from the coven, and turns off her computer. One step at a time. There were plenty of big bads here in Sunnydale to keep her busy for now.
Thank you, Damron (I'll try to be back soon with part 2&3)
Edited by: damron39 at: 10/11/04 2:36 pm