FIC: Willowverses (2/?)

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TITLE:  Willowverses (2/?)
AUTHOR: Chazzman
E-MAIL: PChazzman@xxxxxxx  
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They all belong to Joss and the WB network. Please don't sue. 
SPOILERS: BTVS though Season 6/Angel through Season 3. 
SUMMERY: During the end of 'Dopplegangland' Anya tries once more to regain her necklace.  But the Fates are not happy with her tampering with the tapestry of the multiverse.
RATED: PG
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask me, please...
FEEDBACK: Is very welcome.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: * Thoughts *


Willowverses

Chap 2: Number One with a #2 Pencil 

Willow felt the power of the spell she was casting begin to take form and build in strength.   A last glance at her vampire self before it would be sent back to that alternate universe from which it had been drawn.  Suddenly, she felt something alter the spell slightly.  Jerking her head up and looking into Anya's eyes she saw the smirk of contempt as Anya continued the spell.  She had only a second to react before the spell would be completed.  "Stop!" she gasped.  Then it was too late.

The world around her faded and then reformed into chaos.

Glancing around in a panic she saw dozens of people fighting with vampires. "Oh God" she gasped as she realized that Anya had changed the spell to transport herself and Willow along with Willow's vamp double.

As if the world had slowed down, Willow watched with shock as Oz pushed the vampire Willow backwards onto a broken board.  A moment of pain passed through her as she saw herself mouthing the words "Oh, Fu.." before exploding into dust.  Turning she saw The Master grappling with Buffy  ...  

The world seemed to slow even more around her.  Where she got it from she would never remember; whether it was from her pocket or lying on the floor.  All she knew was she had had an image of this morning when she had been practicing floating her pencil, talking to Buffy about Faith when her emotions had taken control and slammed the pencil 3 inches into a tree.  And now she focused on that pencil in front of her, whispering the spell with ease.... the pencil floating off her hand ... the Master positioning his hands on Buffy's head in preparation to snap her neck.... 

Willow unleashed a little of her rage.

The pencil vanished.

The Master stiffened, his hand freezing just as he was about to jerk the Slayer's head.

Buffy felt the sudden loss of strength in the hands on her head, pulled free and spun to face her attacker.

Just in time to see the Master explode into dust.

And sitting on the floor, ten feet away, a red-haired girl in a pink fuzzy sweater gave her a worried looking smile and a tentative wave with her hand. And then fainted.

*****

The fight had quickly degenerated into a mad scrambling exodus from the factory, vampires and humans alike.  The humans fleeing from the vampires, and the vampires fleeing from the slayer who had somehow killed The Master just as he was about to kill her.  Buffy, Larry and Oz looked out the door as the crowd fled in different directions.

Oz looked over a Buffy.  "You must be The Slayer. Welcome to Sunnydale," he said, "I'm Oz, by the way and thank you. For saving my life."

Buffy's head came up as she recalled that strange moment that she had been certain for the first time as a slayer that she was about to die, and then been saved.  She was wasn't sure what had happened but she was positive it had something to do with that red-haired girl who had waved at her while sitting on the floor in the middle of the fight.

"Guess we should see if anyone else in there is still alive," said Oz as he looked back at the number of bodies scattered about on the ground.  Buffy began moving back into the factory, scanning the bodies, looking for . . . there she was. Her red hair color easily making her stand out.

Checking for a pulse, and finding one strong and steady, Buffy asked Oz, "Do you know this girl?"

Oz glanced briefly at the girl, then back at the other people on the floor, "Yeah.  Her name is Willow... "  He spun fully about in shock as he realized who it was.  "But I just killed her... As a vamp I mean. Just a few minutes ago."

"Yeah well she's seems pretty alive for a Vampire, pulse, breathing and all," said Buffy, kneeling down next to the girl and starting to pat her on the cheek.  "Hey, wake up.  Come on." 

The girl moaned and raised her arm to stop Buffy's hand.  "Wha...what's wrong? What happened?" 

Willow looked through blurry eyes at the girl patting her face. "Buffy?" Catching sight of the ugly scar across Buffy's face she gasped "Oh Buffy! What happened to your..." and tapered off as she remembered the last images before she passed out - herself as a vamp being impaled, The Master about to break Buffy's neck, pencil floated, Master dying ...

Buffy frowned at Willow, "That's my name but the question is, How do you know it? I've never met you before.  Not that I minded seeing you back there ... seeing as how I think I owe you my life."

** OH God I killed THE MASTER. **

Willow was in shock so she responded to Buffy's questions without much thought. "I'm your best friend... in my universe... we help you fight the vampires, me, Xander, Oz.."   Meanwhile, her brain was trying to assimilate everything that had happened and tell her what to do - She had killed the Master.  But Buffy killed the Master.  After the Master had killed her.  This wasn't her universe.  Had she screwed up this universe? No wait - it was already wrong - yeah she shouldn't have been a vamp.. and Anya - Willow's eyes went wide.

"Anya!" Willow suddenly burst out, jumped up and began looking around at the bodies on the floor. 

"Who?" asked Buffy and Oz together.

"The girl I came here with.. er.. well not intentionally, at least by me, she screwed with the spell so she could come here intentionally, she wanted to get her necklace but we were just supposed to send back my double me.. uh .. the vamp me.. but you killed her right away," she said softly looking at the Oz who stood behind Buffy.  "I guess we shouldn't have bothered" she ended with a sad note to her voice to the surprise of Buffy.

"Are you saying that you sent a vamp back here rather that kill it?" asked Buffy her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. 

Willow heard the unmistakable threat in that tone, and hastily sought to justify her actions. "Well.. Yes. I mean.. we all did.. you, me Giles, Oz, Angel even Xander.  I was kinda hoping she would of learned something.. and maybe learned that she didn't always have too be evil.. I mean, I know she tried to kill me and a lot of other people but - Hey she is - I mean was.. me and I'm smart.. and.. and..," looking at their faces she realized the hopelessness of trying to explaining her feelings and what had transpired.  "Well you just had to have been there," she stated firmly, her resolve face coming out. 

"Bullshit!" snarled Buffy.  "Look I don't know what your deal is, but I suggest you drop the pity for blood suckers. 'Cause they sure as hell won't have any for you.  I know." She turned and started to walk out. Larry and Oz, with barely a glance at Willow, followed Buffy as she left.

"Wait!" yelled Willow as she ran to catch up. She reached for Oz's arm and was shocked by the rage in his face as he spun on her, pulling his arm from her grasp.

"Don't. Touch. Me." He raised his hands in preparation to push her away should she try anything. "Look. Maybe, wherever you are from, you are a very nice person and all, but understand this, for the last two years I have known nothing but anger and hate for you and your lover, Xander.  You two have viscously murdered so many people.. so many of my friends.. that, it's taking a lot for me to not stake you right now, even if you are human, just to be certain you don't become a vamp in the future. So how about you just stay away from me? OK?" He never raised his voice, but the hatred in it was so palpable that Willow felt as if he had struck her.  

Willow backed away, a hurt look plainly evident on her face. "OK. I'm sorry." **Oh god.. he's treating me like Xander treated Angel after he came back.  Well of course, he never knew me, he is not MY Oz. Refocus Willow, you have to find  Anya, she's the one who got you into this mess.**  They started to follow the Slayer down the street. "Look I.. I'm sorry but I'm very confused but.. I know one thing and that is I am not supposed to be here and the only way I know to get back is to find Anya. She came here looking for some necklace that she said had been in her family for years but I think that she is up to something worse.."

Oz had stopped and was looking at her oddly.

"Anya.." he said slowly, the name resurfacing from earlier this evening... Mr. Giles' strange concern about Cordelia Chase's necklace.  Giles had said she talked about a better world and then looked up a demon by the name of, 'Anyaka'.  A dark thought began to form in the back of his mind. 

"We have to get to Giles" he murmured as he turned and began to run to catch up with the Slayer.

****

Anya stared at the door to the apartment where her necklace lay in ruins.  Smashed by that damn mortal who lived here.  She cursed in several tongues the fact that her transportation to this time line had been so close to when the amulet had been destroyed. She had felt that moment, felt her demon aspect from this universe vanish as her power source, her necklace was destroyed by that.. mortal.  Had she been just half an hour earlier... No, she would have to make do with what she could, retrieve the pieces, fix the amulet and escape before this universe unraveled.  She smiled at that thought. *And that red headed bitch can stay here in oblivion.* 

She began to pound on the door, "Mister... Mister... please open up.  I've got a message from, this girl, Buffy."

The door was nearly wrenched off it's hinges as a disheveled Giles looked out at the teenager on his porch. "Who are you? Where's Buffy?" he demanded pointing a loaded crossbow at her in case she was a vampire.

Anya pretended to be a scared teenager, "Don't SHOOT! She asked me to get you. She saved me at the factory. A whole bunch of vampires were going to kill us, but she came and killed their leader and they ran away but she got hurt and she asked me to get you."

Giles stared at her for a moment, "Injured? How- How Bad?"

* Gotcha* Anya thought * Now to get him to turn his back.*  "I don't know.  It looked bad.  One of the vamps stabbed her in the stomach.  She wanted me to get you.. said she had to tell you something."

"Damn" whispered Giles, "I- I've got some... Wait here."  He set the crossbow down on the table by the door and ran up the stairs.

With a smile, Anya stepped into the apartment and picked up the crossbow.

****

TBC...