Story: A Normal Life: What You're Looking For

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TITLE: A Normal Life: What You're Looking For
AUTHOR: Femvamp
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FEEDBACK: My name is Femvamp and I am a feedback junkie. 
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DISCLAIMER: Joss Wheadon and many others own the characters of Buffy 
TVS and Angel (lucky bastards). 
NOTE: This is part 5 (I think) of my Destiny's Children Series. 
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What You're Looking For

Willow Rosenburg sat on a bus and looked out the window as the sign 
saying she was leaving Sunnydale passed by. 'Come Again Soon' is what 
it said. Willow had no intention of returning. She was leaving 
Sunnydale and the Hellmouth forever. 

She wanted a normal life. A life without demons and monsters. A life 
where she wasn't constantly in danger. Willow wanted....

Willow wanted Tara. But Tara was dead. She died saving Buffy. She 
died because Willow was in love with Buffy. She had always been in 
love with Buffy, but Buffy was an unattainable love. A person who 
could never love her back. Tara could, and did. Tara loved her 
enough to die in Buffy's place. 

Willow couldn't forgive herself. She couldn't forgive herself for 
loving Buffy. She couldn't forgive herself for putting Tara is harms 
way time and time again. All because she couldn't let Buffy go. Tara 
died because she loved Buffy. 

Willow didn't know where she was going. She didn't care. Anywhere 
would do. Her only requirement was that the place she was going 
didn't have a Hellmouth. Willow was tired. She was tired of it all. 
Willow wanted a normal life. 

Willow wanted to forget.

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"So she's gone?"

"Yeah."

Xander, Spike, Angel, and Doyle where all sitting at a bar getting 
good and drunk. The entire group had arrived in Sunnydale a few days 
before. The only two people who had stayed behind were Kate and 
Cordelia, but they were set to arrive in the next few days.

"Is she coming back?" Spike asked.

"Why do you care?" Xander asked angrily.

"Hey I like the little witch." Spike said defensively.

Xander laughed under his breath. The truth was he believed the 
bleached blonde vampire. Everyone liked Willow. It was just her way. 
Even when you wanted to see her dead, you couldn't help but like her 
anyway.

"She has spunk." Spike muttered more to himself then to the others.

"That she does mate." Doyle lifted up his glass, "To Willow. May she 
find what's she's looking for."

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The bus arrived in some small-unnamed town a little after midnight. 
Willow decided it was a good a place as any to get out. Willow 
grabbed her bag from the compartment and exited the bus.

The town looked deserted, but Willow had lived on the Hellmouth for 
too long and she knew to be on her guard. She walked a few blocks 
when she heard someone breathing.

*** Well at least that rules out vampires. ***

Willow shook her head. Even this far away from Sunnydale she couldn't 
get the darkness out of her head. Willow continued to walk until she 
sensed someone following her. A part of her told her to run but 
another was way too curious of its own good.

"Hello Willow."

"Oz?"