Chapter 2
With every breath Tara could sense her ex-girlfriend’s pain. ‘Ex-girlfriend?’ she thought. It just didn't sound right, and it certainly didn't feel right. From the very first time she looked at Willow she knew Willow was hers and she was Willow's.
Tara had left class and was now in her dorm room packing her bags. One with clothing. The other with spell books she thought she might need. She had no idea what she might be up against but she at least wanted to have a leg to stand on.
She didn't know much but she did know that Willow was her soul mate, and she was tired of not having Willow in her life. She wasn't going to lose her to dark magicks or anyone for that matter.
Back at the Summers' house Buffy was in a state of disbelief. She was rocking Willow back and forth repeating "This isn't happen, this isn't happening...Oh god Will... what happened? When did everything go so wrong? I mean you’re like, Willow. Good old reliable, uh shit you don't like that term, but, but you are, or you used to be. Now you’re all 'look at me, look at me. Aarghh.. I'm so powerful. I'm so in charge.' I remember that shy little girl who asked me if I wanted her to move. Pft... what was that about? How did we get here? When did you change so much? God I’ve been so blind, so selfish. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own little world with Spike that I didn't even realize that you weren't the same person. You’re not the Willow who became my best friend anymore are you? Or, or maybe you are but I’ve been too god damn selfish to realize you had problems of your own. Tara left you, she left you for god’s sake. That should have been my warning but noooooo me and Spike, Spike and me...I didn't even ask you what had happened.” Tears of deep regret and sadness rolled down Buffy’s face. "Oh god, you must hate me so much. After everything you’ve done for me.... and I never once said thank you. Willow I'm sorry. God so sorry. I’ve been a terrible friend. I'm sorry Willow. Don't leave me. Don't die on me Willow. I'll try harder. Ill be a better friend. I'll be here for you more just don't leave me." The slayer was reduced to a scared, sobbing child as she cradled her best friend limp body.
Dawn stood watching her sister, the slayer, completely change before her very eyes.
"Buffy?" She came into the room slowly not wanting to scare her sister. Buffy stopped all movement. She gently laid Willow down putting her body on some pillows. She slowly stood up, never taking her eyes off Willow. That's when Dawn saw it, Buffy’s bloody hand. Dawn touched it. Buffy pulled it back.
"I got mad. Will wouldn't get up. I hit the wall and the other wall and punched the floor. She won't wake up for me." Buffy exited the room emotionally broken. She calmly walked downstairs to the basement.
Once inside she flew into a rage. Equipment flew across the room. She punched holes in walls and destroyed anything and everything in her path. By the time she ran out of feelings in her hands Dawn was holding her and consoling her.
Dawn finally got Buffy to get some rest. She wanted to find out what Buffy had been doing in the basement as Buffy had claimed that she had fallen and hurt both hands. Dawn couldn't believe what she saw as she walked into the basement.
“Oh Buffy..." she looked around in amazement. She knew her sister was the slayer and that she was blessed with great strength but for the first time she was seeing it first hand. What she was looking at made her grasp just what kind of power her sister really has. It also made her realize just what kind of pressure her older sister was really under. To have this kind of power... and have the conviction to use it for the good of man kind...
Dawn thought to herself what things might be like if that Warren guy had this much power so easily at his finger tips. She trembled at the thought.
"My sister is the chosen one. The chosen one." She repeated to herself smiling. She continued to walk around what was left of the basement.
What she was seeing frightened her a bit. Steel bars were bent in half. Some were even broken. There were deep holes punched through walls, tables up ended. There was glass everywhere from what use to be a mirror on the wall in the corner.
She knew Buffy was upset and lost at the thought of losing Willow but what lay before her she couldn't put a word to.
She quickly closed the door and ran upstairs to Buffy’s room where she could hear Buffy’s muffled cries.
Dawn entered slowly as to not to wake her sister. She took off her sneakers and climbed into bed with Buffy, who was tossing and turning while calling out Willow's name.
"Shh...It's going to be okay Buffy we’re not going to lose Willow." She leaned over and placed a kiss on Buffy’s hair.
"Have to save Willow.” Buffy whimpered as she tried to get up. Dawn held tight not letting Buffy up.
"You need to get some sleep Buffy ..Please." Buffy eased back down under the cover and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Dawn took a deep breathe and closed her eyes.
Moments later Dawn’s head popped up
"Willow" she gasped and eased off of Buffy’s bed out the door and took off down the hall.
When she reached Willow's room the redhead was still in the position in which Buffy had left her. To look at her you would think she was sleeping. She looked so peaceful. Far from it. Behind her closed eyes, doors were being opened that held Willow's deepest fears, this meant pain and chaos. For there was a war going on inside Willow Rosenberg. A war between her mind and her soul. With dark Willow trying to control her very soul losing in not an option.
Dawn sat down next to her brushing hair from her face to see Willow better. As she sat keeping watch she couldn't help but smile. Willow is so funny with her cute quirky ways. She frowned thinking ‘well she used to be funny and quirky before the dark magicks.’ Her mind drifted back to Willow’s different coloured pens system which brought an instant smile. Willow was the smartest person she knew. Anyone who can make studying history that much fun is tops in Dawn’s mind. There was so much she wanted to tell Willow. She especially needed to talk with Willow about the night Tara left. As she remembered her arms automatically reached for Willow pulling her in closer. Dawn was so angry with Willow and she let it be known.
Holding nothing back to spare Willow’s feelings after having lost her girlfriend she cut into Willow.
"WHY IS SHE LEAVING?" Dawn yelled at Willow. "IS IT THE MAGICKS?" Willow tried to answer but she couldn't so instead she stood there hoping Dawnie would understand.
Her silence spoke volumes to Dawn, who not getting the answer she wanted only got more upset with her favourite redhead.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MAKE HER LEAVE? You know it should be you leaving after everything you’ve done, not Tara. NOT TARA."
And her final words to Willow were the most hurtful. Stepping closer to Willow so she was face-to-face with her she looked her directly in the eyes and said
"I wish you were dead Willow Rosenberg." The look of hurt in Willow’s eyes didn't even registrar to Dawn. She walked away leaving the redhead devastated.
"Dawnie” Willow whispered.
Dawn walked into her room and slumped to the floor. She couldn't believe she had just spoken to an adult that way. At that moment she wasn't really seeing Willow as an adult. Just the opposite actually. She was in so much pain that night, but looking back she knows what she said to Willow was wrong.
Cradling Willow’s body she started to cry. And with those tears an apology of sorts.
"Willow...Will I, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I don't want you gone. Please don't leave me. Don't die. Buffy needs you. Xander will be lost without his best friend. B-Buffy, she, she isn't handling this too well. She’s broken. She, she’s so ...I don't know. Well okay I do...She went a little crazy.. a lot Slayers in the basement. It's, it's completely destroyed.. So see you can't die...I'm the one who’s going to get stuck cleaning up the mess. But you and me...the two pf us will have it cleaned in no time. Right? Please Will I don't want you to die. Please..."
Dawn knew only one person who could reach Willow. She looked up to find Tara standing in the doorway.