Story: The Story 1/?

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TITLE: The Story 1/?
AUTHOR: Femvamp
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DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon and many others own the characters of BtVS 
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Teaser: On her 105 birthday Willow tells the story of how she met and 
fell in love with Buffy Summers.



Willow Rosenburg walked into the kitchen of her mansion. She had to 
get away from those screaming voices. It was all too much for her.

*** I am 105 years old. ***

It was her 105th birthday and as far as she knew, she was the oldest 
living person on the planet.

*** Oh that's just good to know. ***

Willow carefully sat down in a chair and rested, It had been a long 
day and it was going to be a long night. All her friends and family 
had arrived to celebrate.

*** A hundred of my closest friends. ***

Willow had actually counted. Including her large "family" there were 
a hundred people which included her own children, grandchildren, and 
great-grandchildren. There were a few people from the computer 
company she still owned, although now as a silent partner and some 
people from the Wicca group she was the high priestess far.

*** More like crone. ***

Willow was feeling her age. It had been a long and good life full of 
adventure and love. Willow had no regrets. She had done just about 
everything she had wanted to do with her life, and then some. She was 
just tired.

Willow was feeling a little bit down though. Over the last few 
decades her body had stopped working the way it was supposed to. Even 
her magic was failing. The only magic she could still do was that 
stupid trick with the pencil.

*** I guess I've come full circle. ***

"Hey mom. Are you alright?"

Willow looked up and saw her eldest daughter, Jenny standing by the 
door, "I'm find Jenny. I was just resting."

"Is this party too much for you?"

"No dear." Willow smiled.

Most of her family had moved away from Sunnydale a long time ago. 
They only returned once a year to celebrate Willow's birthday. On 
more then one occasion they had tried to convince her to move off the 
Hellmouth, but Willow just put on her resolve face and said no. This 
was her home and she wanted to be close to her friends.

All the others had died a long time before. Willow was the only 
living member of the Scooby Gang and she wanted to stay close. It was 
the least she could do for them. 

*** Besides I'm too old to move now. If something wants me for food 
they deserve what they get. ***

"Why don't I put you to bed."

"No need." Willow smiled and tried to stand up, "Besides isn't it 
time for presents."

Jenny laughed, "Let me help you. And yes it is."

Willow allowed her daughter to help her up and walk her to the den 
where she opened more presents then she had gotten in her entire life. 
The amazing part was, no one got her the same gift.

After the presents were open Willow stayed sitting on the couch and 
watched the party go on around her. Kendra, Jenny's oldest 
granddaughter, Willow's great granddaughter, was doing a trick with 
floating pencil.

*** I guess she takes after me.***

Willow continued to watch everything going on. 

"Gramma Willow."

Willow turned her head and saw Xander Harris IV standing beside her. 

*** He looks so much like Xander....my Xander. ***

All of the descendents of the Scooby gang called her Gramma Willow. 
It had started a long time before and continued on through the 
generations. If Willow lived to be a thousand she knew that any 
decendat of the Scooby gang would call her Gramma Willow.

"What is it Xander?"

"Tell me a story." Xander said smiling.

All the children loved hearing her tell stories about her adventures. 
They were one of the few things she remembered. Sometimes she would 
forget names, places, dates, but she never forgot the stories.

"What story?" Willow asked as the other children began to come over 
to where she was sitting.

"The one where you fell in love with Gramma Buffy."

Willow smiled, "Wouldn't you rather hear about Snow White?"

"No, about you and Buffy?"

All the children shouted that they wanted to hear the story. 

Willow smiled, "Oh alright." 

The children sat down and so did a few of the older kids which made 
Willow smile.

Willow paused, "Once upon a time......."

TBC