Hello kittens, after much consideration I will dare to post this fic, I hope a few of you will like it.
Some characters will be behaving different than one might expect, and there will be much fear and many tears and bad language
BUT
I promise a happy end, no I guarantee it !!!!!!!!!
Title – Hate
Author´s name – Irishlassie101
Email Address – irishlassie101@hotmail.com
Rating – Eventually NC-17 plus strong language
Disclaimer – The established BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon (may his soul never find peace !). All others are mine.
Summary – A different side of Willow shows after Tara´s death.
Note – I´m posting this without a Beta, because my most wonderful Beta TKOLove has to deal with RL at the monent, and I just felt like writing down some ideas.
So please don´t be offended by the mistakes I make, I´ll try to keep them to a minimum, and if you feel the urge to kick my rear-end please be gentle !!!!!!
Feedback – PLEASE !!!!!!
Note – Italics represent a character’s thoughts.
Chapter 1:
“Mummy...I´m scared, I don´t like this place...can we please go home”. The little girl had been holding on thight to her mother since they entered the company headquarter of the “Praetorian Security Inc.”.
They had been sitting in a huge waiting room for over an hour, occasionally doors opened and people walked by, but nobody seemed to take any interest in them.
The huge stylish building proudly wore a front of glass and marble, making it clear to any person entering that this was the home of the world´s leading company for security software.
It hade emerged over night some 8 years ago, revolutionising the industry with an encrypting software that made “Pretty Good Privacy” look like a child´s toy.
The security officer at the reception desk had made it very clear to the blond woman that it would not be possible to see the president without an appointment.
“Would you please call and give her my name, I´m sure that she will want to see us”
“I´m really sorry Miss, but I have my orders, you would not believe how many people claim to know her...”
“I understand, but I do know her...”
“I´m sorry, I can not help you, would you please leave !”
“But...”
“Please Miss, I will not risk my job for...”
“Mr. Monroe, is there a problem here ?”...a tall unpleasant looking man had approached the guard and the woman.
“No Mr. Walker, Sir, there is no problem” the guard replied with slight fear in his voice, “this woman wanted to see the president, but without an appointment I told her that it would not be possible.”
The little girl started to cry. “Shh...baby...shh...it´s alright, he won´t harm you..shh”
“I am Jonathan Walker , head of security, why do you want to see her ?” the man asked towards the blond woman with an unfriendly sarcastic voice, “let me guess, you were schoolmates and wanted to drop by for a little chat”
“Yes, in fact we were schoolmates and....”
“Oh sure, and...”
“Here, see for yourself, I can prove it” and stuck a rather battered looking photo right into the man´s face.
“That´s us, Willow Rosenberg and myself, and....”
“What is your name Miss ?”
“Summers, Buffy Summers, and this is my daughter Katherine”
“Summers ?” the man looked at her and his face got even more unfriendly, “from Sunnydale CA. ?”
“Yes...” Buffy answered, unsure of his reactions.
“Leave ! Leave at once, or I will have you removed by security” Walker barked, pointed at the door, turned around and sped off.
Buffy just stared at him, she had come so far and now...
Well ok then, I did try, I did try my best
Holding her crying daughter in her arms she walked towards the main entrance when she heard her name being called.
“Miss Summers, Miss Summers please wait !!” Jonathan Walker came running after her.
“Miss Summers, I just got clearance from ExFo, would you please follow me !” he said in a much friendlier voice and he now wore a faint smile.
“ExFo ? What is ExFo” Buffy asked confused.
“Oh, I´m sorry, ExFo stands for Executive Floor, I have been instructed to show you to the president´s waitingroom, this way please”
“But why now suddenly ?”
“I´m sorry I don´t know, I was told to bring you up, and I won´t question an order from ExFo !”
The waiting room was kept in dark marble and tinted glass, no pictures, flowers ar any other kind of decoration.
A large door opened and an older woman and a very young one approached Buffy and her daughter.
“Miss Summers” the older one greeted her”Miss Rosenberg will see you now, but...only you, not your daughter”
“What ?!” Buffy nearly shouted “no way, I´m not going to let her here on her own !”
“Miss Summers” the older woman spoke again, “this is not negotiable, Sally here” and she pointed to the young woman behind her “will look after your daughter, she has a little child of her own and is very capable”
“Ok, forget it” Buffy said and got up “I will not take this kind of crap, I am no beggar, I just wanted to visit an old friend, just tell her...tell her...oh never mind” and walked towards the elevator.
Katherine had been looking at the young woman for some time and suddenly said “Mummy, mummy, it´s ok, I will stay here with Sally, I like her, she has beautiful eyes”
“What ?” Buffy was totally surprised “but baby, we don´t know her, and we don´t trust people we don´t know, do we ??”
“No mummy, we don´t, but Sally here, Sally is alright”
“Are you sure baby ?”
“Yes Mummy, just go and visit Willow !!”
“But...”
“Mummy...we came all the way to visit Willow, now go in and talk to her !!!”
“Are you sure baby”
“YES MUMMY” the little girl shouted.
“I will be right next door with her Miss Summers” Sally said and strechted out her hand.
Katherine took it, waved her mother goodbye and they disappeared through a sliding door.
“This way please” the older woman said and walked through the big double door.
The office on the other side was huge, totally empty but for a black stone desk on the far side.
The walls were draped with black fabric, otherwise bare as the rest of the building.
Behind the desk hung a 10 foot high painting, and although it was hardly lit Buffy immediatly recognized the woman, it was a painting of Tara Maclay.
Tears sprung into Buffy´s eyes. Tears of sorrow, of grieve, of loss. Tears for a friend she had lost, tears for...
“Well, well, well !!! Buffy Summers, the Slayer, savior of the world, honours us with her presence !!”...a cold voice brought her back to reality.
“We are not prepared for such noble visitors, if I only had known...”
Buffy turned around, wiping the tears from her face. There stood the person she wanted to see for so long, the person she had try to find for more than 10 years...Willow...Willow Rosenberg.
And now that she finally found her, she was scared.
This woman...she was Willow...but...there was hardly any resemblance to the Willow she knew so well.
This Willow was but a shadow...thin...pale...wearing a black business suit and her face...as if made of white marble...cold...hard and without any sign of life.
“Willow...” Buffy whispered “Willow...I missed you so, We missed you so much” and walked towards her childhood friend to embrace her.
But Willow stepped away, nearly ran over to her desk which now stood as a protective wall between them.
“Willow...”
“What...have you lost your speech, has your never ending YAP-YAP finally dried out ???” Willow´s voice was filled with anger and hate.
“Willow..I´m...I´m...”
“What...you want to say you are sorry...that´s a good one...a really good joke...HOW DARE YOU !!??” the last words were shouted at the top of Willow´s lungs...
“HOW DARE YOU...how dare you come here and babble along that you are sorry...she is dead because of you...because of your fucking destiny...my Tara is dead because of you...you killed her...you killed her...you should be dead not her...you should be dead...you should be dead...!”
Edited by: irishlassie101 at: 3/29/05 7:54 am
!!! That was intense, more more more, please??? 
and pointing at the picture. I could so feel the power that little girl had as she pointed to Tara's picture and told Willow those words. I just want to keep using the work intense and WOW, heehee. Great update, can we have more please??? =)
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