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Title: Vengeance is a dish best served extra flamey - pt1
Author: Kojiro
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In answer to Bigmouth's fanfic challenge:
Summary: Willow takes
the job of vengeance demon offered to her by D'Hoffryn at the end of `Something
Blue.`
Rating: A PG just to be sure.
Disclaimer: It's not mine! None of
it! The idea's Bigmouth's, the characters are Joss Whedon's.
It's starting
off as a comedy-drama type thing, much as Buffy is now, and I have a feeling
it'll get very Oz/Willow shippy. There are some Buffy/Spike moments, too, but
only because the spell in the episode is never broken.
Feedback is a mythical
creature. Prove its existance to me: blue@team-rocket.net or
dittoblue30@yahoo.co.uk
This is but part one, more to come
soon...
Her mind was racing. What was she doing? Agreeing to spread
pain and hurt? No. She was tired of being Willow, the sweet one, the innocent
little girl. Just for once, she could do whatever she wanted… all that power
she'd always needed could be hers to control, to use however she wanted… all the
pain of the last few weeks, the sting of Oz's departure could be wiped out. All
she needed to do was to say…
"…You know what? I will." replied
Willow.
"Excellent!" crowed D'Hoffryn. "When are you free to
start?"
"About right now, I guess…"
"You, my dear, will make a fine
vengeance demon. Please follow me for the ritual."
"Um, will I be me
afterwards? Or will it be like when I was a skanky evil vampire?" she asked
shakily.
"You will be a little you. But a touch more evil." D'Hoffryn gently
pushed her into a circle chalked on the floor, and lit a large black, twisted
candle in the centre.
"Oh, see, evil I don't do…" she said, starting out of
the circle.
"Too late, I'm afraid. The ritual has begun."
"But I… I…"
A
blinding flash of light, and it was a different world for Willow.
"A
little help here!" Xander screamed at Buffy, who was more than a little
preoccupied with Spike. The demon he was hanging on to roared and shook him off,
knocking Xander and Anya across the room with its large claws. Pulling herself
up, Anya shouted "Burn it! It's the only way!" Xander raised an eyebrow.
"Now
you tell us. Where was this information ten minutes ago?" Anya scowled at him,
and crawled over to Spike and Buffy. Kicking Buffy's leg as a friendly greeting,
she yelled at Spike. "You have a lighter, right? You're one of those horrible
nicotine people."
"Sorry for the interruption, babe." Spike grinned to Buffy,
and making a face at Anya, he pulled a silver cigarette lighter out of his
pocket and threw it at her. "Here. Now sod off." Buffy pouted. "You're so
selfish, Anya. It's always `We have to kill the demon that's killing me!` We
were busy, y'know."
"Let's not pout." cooed Spike.
"OK, sweetie!" smiled
Buffy, getting over any traces of anger she had rather quickly.
Meanwhile,
Xander was throwing things at the demon, bits of rock, sticks, anything he could
find. "Any time now, Anya! Even though I have all day here…"
"Oh, be a little
more patient." She twisted a piece of old newspaper from the floor into a torch
shape, and lit it.
"Hah!" she yelled, lunging at the demon.
"Not so big
and freaky now, are you, Mr. Not So Big And Freaky!" Xander said triumphantly,
barely noticing his lame joke. The demon made a yelping noise as Anya pushed the
burning torch nearer and nearer to his face. Avoiding Buffy and Spike, who were
still writhing on the floor, it dashed out of the crypt. Xander sighed deeply.
"Well, thanks for the help, you guys." He said to the odd couple.
"Maybe I
should burn them instead. It would make us all feel better." Anya thought aloud,
waving about the burning torch like a baton.
"Let's not."
"You may be
correct. Murder may hinder my growing friendship with Buffy."
"Possibly.
Charred skin and melting flesh can ruin a blossoming relationship." replied
Xander, with a small grin. Sighing, he pulled Buffy off Spike, and headed
towards the door with her in tow. Buffy whimpered slightly.
"Trust me,
you'll thank me when this weirdness stops. Come on, Anya needs to summon that
D'Hoffryn guy." He was about to walk through the door, when a shape blocked his
way. A shape in a tight top and leather skirt.
"W-w-willow?" stammered
Xander. Willow smiled, ruby lipstick catching the firelight from Anya's torch.
She flashed her teeth briefly.
"Waah, not Willow, evil vampire Willow!"
Xander backed away hurriedly, dropping Buffy and tripping over Anya's
foot.
"I'm not a vampire, silly." She purred.
"Ah, that's OK,
then."
"I'm a vengeance demon."
"Less OK! Less OK!"
Xander ducked
behind Anya, who stared at the new demon indignantly.
"Hey! You can't be a
vengeance demon! That's my thing! Your thing is the witch thing, not the demon
thing!"
Buffy looked Willow directly in the eyes. "A demon?"
"A demon."
Replied Willow smugly. "Guess I'm not the sweet and innocent one anymore, huh?
I'm over Oz, and causin' a whole bunch of hurt. Hurt not for me, but for others,
which is a better hurt."
"Is this all because of Oz?"
"Mostly, yup." She
shook her head rapidly, and as her hair swirled around, her face had changed,
like a vampire's does. Her new visage wasn't so pretty, it was purple and
cracked, twisted, even.
"He left me, Buffy! He saw me crying, and he knew
how much it hurt me! And he left! How could he?" she snarled angrily.
Anya
frowned. "I looked prettier than that, at least."
Buffy, tears in her eyes,
gently took Willow's hand. "Just… look at yourself. Look at what you've
become…"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Oh, get over it! She's become immortal and
powerful! What could be better? Just be pleased for her, OK? Anyway, we still
need to pick out bridesmaid's dresses." He started to stalk towards the door.
"Do we still need one for her?" he asked, pointing his thumb at Willow, who was
still snarling and purple. "because it's just Anya if not, you know."
Anya
gasped. "I'm a bridesmaid? Wow. What a wonderful way of showing your
friendship!" She turned to Xander. "See, I'm glad I didn't burn her now. But I'm
not wearing pink, even if it is your wedding."
"I was planning on using a
more peachy colour, or possibly lilac…" replied Buffy, dropping Willow's
hand.
"Lilac I'll do, not peach."
"We never said peach, love!" protested
Spike.
"Can we get back to the growly purple situation at hand here?" yelled
Xander, stepping up next to Willow. He turned to face her, gently. "This isn't
the Will I grew up with… the Will who slayed vampires with us… the Will who I
lov…" he cut himself off sharply. "The point is, you're not you."
Willow
looked at him sharply. "The Willow you knew is gone! She was hurt and destroyed
so many times… it's over for her. Now I'm demon-y, and nasty, and extra mean!
And I have a score to settle with Oz!" She folded her arms, and relaxed, her
face falling back into it's human form.
Speechless, Buffy exchanged a glance
with Xander, who shook his head quickly, and grabbed Willow's arm.
"No. See,
I can't let you do that. We need you, Willow!"
"Yeah, well, you shoulda
though of that before." She sniffed, and snapped her fingers, making her exit in
a puff of smoke. Xander was left holding nothing.
The remaining Scoobies
looked at one another silently, until Spike broke the silence.
"Reckon Red'll
really go after wolf-boy?"
Buffy looked at the floor intensely. "I think
it'll be her first stop." More tears formed in her eyes. "We have to stop her,
destroy her power source like we did with Anya." The tears fell to the ground
silently.
Xander put an arm around her shoulders. "Let's go tell Giles. We
need to contact Oz, warn him." he said shakily.
Anya snorted. "Probably too
late. If that was me, his brains would have been sucked out through a straw by
now. Tch, it's so unfair…"
Spike started out of the crypt door again, saying,
"Well, if you want to end her roller-coaster ride of happiness and power, I'm
behind you a hundred percent. Anything for you, slayer."
Buffy smiled, tears
gone. "This is why I love you, Spikey. You're so sensitive."
Xander shook his
head again. "We have to break this spell first, before I shoot myself. Or
them."
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