REPOST: FIC: Split, Part 3

[Eridan <eridan22000@xxxxxxxx>]

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Buffy stared at him, wide-eyed. " You cannot be
serious. There HAS to be a cure!" 
Giles nodded weakly " I wish that there was. But, as
I've said, this demon is too strong. I cannot do
anything."
Buffy threw her hands up " Then there must be someone
else who can help her, if you can't. Giles, we are not
talking about a stranger. We are talking about Willow,
dammit!"
Suddenly, after Buffy had finished her sentence, they
both heard a sound from the table.
Both turned their heads and saw that Willow's eyes
were wide open....but there were no eyes, just blue
lights. A golden glow appeared around her temple,
creating the circlet. Then her clothing went black and
hardened, until she wore a black breastplate. Her
other clothing also changed until she wore the same
she had worn when she had rescued Buffy.
When the transformation had fended, the woman Willow
had become stood up.
Buffy tried to approach her, but Giles held her back."
Don't", he said.
The woman looked at them, frowned and then...turned
around and vanished.
>From one moment to the other, she was gone.
Giles took off his glasses, then said, as if nothing
really important had happened " We should find out by
whom Willow has been hurt lately. That one will need
protection as soon as possible."
Buffy nodded and started to think. Giles did the same.
It took not too long and suddenly, both of them said:
"Oz".

Two days later...

The Van was parked on a small road that led through a
forest. Oz was asleep. He had been so tired from
driving that he did not care about a more comfortable
position. He had fallen asleep in his seat directly
after he had parked the car. Both the bodily and the
emotional exhaustion had gotten the better of him.
He was still sad that he had left Willow, but he knew
that this had been the right choice. He loved her
beyond words, but...he was too dangerous. Being a
werewolf.....After he had met Veruca, another one of
his kind, he had realized how dangerous he could be.
It had been so easy to give in to his primal urges as
a werewolf. And then, he had almost killed Willow.
He could not let things like this happen again.
Suddenly, he woke up, startled. Had it just been a
dream or had he heard Willow's voice?
He listened. There was nothing. " Only a weird dream",
he murmured. But just as he was about to fall asleep
again, he heard the vice again.
This time, he could hear her clearly. She was singing
something. But...not in any language he knew.
Oz climbed out of the van and looked around.
It was almost night by now and the shadows closed in
on the van. A few birds were singing, but there were
so few that their singing caused an eerie atmosphere.
Oz went around the van. But there was nothing.
Suddenly, he heard the voice again. This time, she
was...calling his name.
"Oz". The voice came from behind him!
He turned around....just to hear a few branches
cracking, as if something was running deeper into the
woods. His eyes caught a glimpse of red hair.
"Oz"
Now the voice came from his right side. He turned
around...and saw Willow.
But...what did she look like! Her eyes had been
replaced by blue lights and she wore medieval armor
and clothing. This could not be true! He closed his
eyes and opened them again.
When his eyes went open again, he saw the figure
(hallucination?) turn around and run into the woods.
Slowly and careful he went after her. 
The shadows were thick and deep and several times,
branches scratched his cheeks. Oz followed the sound
of footsteps. 
But suddenly, he stopped.
The sound of the footsteps had ceased completely. He
stood in complete silence. Not even the birds were
singing anymore. It became more and more dark. 
Oz grabbed his flashlight and switched it on.
When he saw nothing that looked like Willow, he turned
around and started to go back to the van. 
"Oz"
He jumped and whirled around. On a branch there was
this...thing sitting that looked like Willow.
Slowly, he went towards the tree, As he came within 2
meters of the tree, the figure jumped off the branch
and ran deeper into the woods.
Oz followed her. Until...there were no more footsteps.
"Oz"
he turned around again. The woman that looked like his
ex-girlfriend was standing between two high trees,
arms crossed over her chest.
Oz rubbed his eyes. When he opened them again, the
woman was still standing there.
He approached her....and she did a backflip into the
shadows and was gone!
Now that was too much for Oz.
He had to get back to the van. He did not know what
this thing was that played with him in this way, but
he had to get back. In the van, there was a crossbow,
there was a stake, there was a cross.
He needed a weapon. As he ran back, the voice followed
him, coming from different directions each time.
"Oz"
The figure was standing next to a tree...
He ran.
"Oz"
The figure was sitting on a trunk, a sadistic smile
playing around her lips...
He ran.
"Oz"
The duplicate of Willow was sitting on a low branch,
smiling friendly at him.
He ran.
"Oz"
The figure was standing on his left side, waving at
him.
He continued running.
"Oz" 
The woman was standing in midair ...and her face
showed the same painful expression Willow had had on
her face when he had left her.
He was bathed in sweat when he reached his van.
" Hello, Oz....took a walk?"
Oz gasped in terror.


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