FF: The Black Widow Chronicle: Chapter Two: Bad Blood

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Chronicles: The Black Widow 
Title: Bad Blood 
Chapter: Two 
Rating: R 
Spoilers: The Gift and beyond. 
Pairing: Willow/Buffy eventually 
Crossover: Spiderman/Buffy 
Beta Reader: Scotty Welles 
Shadow Mage 

Note: This is Alt 

Disclaimer: Not mine, not now, not ever. 

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The night seemed to grow longer for her. It had only been a week since Willow had died, but it felt like 
an eternity. She reached over and brushed the stray leaves from the marble headstone, gently tracing her 
friends name. She hadn't allowed herself to grieve yet, she just couldn't let herself go, it would make it 
seem more real. So she hung onto the anger and guilt, hoping that there would be another one of those 
hell mouth miracles that were always taking the scoobies by storm. 

" If you're going to come out then hurry up, I'm busy." She twirled Mr. Pointy in her hand, and glanced 
over to the tall figure in the shadows. She let her arm go slack, returning her eyes to the tomb stone. 
" Checking on me?" 

" I wanted to say good bye." Angel stepped out of the shadows, and placed a rose on Willow's grave. 
" She was always thinking of others." 

" And look what it got her." She ignored the dark eyes searching her, and rested her hand on the wet 
cold earth her friend was buried under. 

" It wasn't your fault." 

She snorted angrily, " Isn't it? If it wasn't for me she never would've dated a werewolf, or fought 
vampires, or..." 

" Or learn to survive in a town that lives on a portal to hell, or to learn about being out late at night, or 
help with research and to hack into sights that you couldn't have gone into battle without, or learn to 
control her growing magical power, or stop Glory for good." Angel sighed and sat next to her. " When 
she decided to help you, it was because it was her choice to make, and no matter what you did she 
would've still made that choice. Even knowing what her future would be like." 

" She didn't have to do it. She stopped the ceremony before Dawn was bleed." Buffy glared at the 
tombstone. 

" And what would happen afterwards? Glory would still be here, and out to destroy the world." 

" We would've found another way to stop her, we always find another way." 

Angel reached over and took her hand, " Willow wasn't known for going into something half prepared. 
I'm sure that if there had been another way she wouldn't have performed that spell." 

Buffy hated him. Why did he have to make so much sense? No. She didn't care. Willow still had no right 
to do this. She was going to kill her friend when she came back. 

" She's dead." 

Buffy glared over at him, " So? I've died once myself. You were sent to hell, and came back." She turned 
back to the grave, " She's Willow, she'll find a way back. I know she will." 

" And if she doesn't?" 

" She will." Buffy stood up and turned, staring up at a nearby tree. She spotted the black costumed 
woman in the blanket of darkness. 

" Friend of yours?" 

" She calls herself the Black Widow." Buffy glanced over at him, " Funny thing is, she didn't appear 
until the night Willow was killed." 

" Oh." Angel narrowed his eyes, watching closely as the Black Widow swung off. " I should be going." 

Buffy sighed, " Are you...?" 

She trailed off as she noticed he'd disappeared. " I hate it when he does that." 

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She twitched her wrist muscle, severing the web, and landed on the soft ground of the cemetery. The 
backlash of adrenaline was flowing through her body, pushing her to find someone to take all her 
frustration out on. 

She held her breath, listening to the noise around her. Crickets, an owl, the quiet whisper of insects in 
the ground, distant cars, leaves crinkling under someone's feet. She spun in a round house kick, knocking 
the large vampire in the face. His enormous form fell back, and began to rub his cheek. 

" I never thought I'd see the day that little Willow would kick me." 

" OhmygoddessAngelI'msorry." She froze and cleared her throat, going back to the deeper rasp. " I 
mean, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that." 

Angel crossed his arms, broodening down at her. " Drop the act, I know it's you." 

" Spike's tit's, do you know what Onyx will do to me? Do you? Goddess, couldn't you have at least 
pretended you didn't know who I was?" 

" I think we should go see this Onyx." 

Willow rolled her head back in a deep sigh. What else could possibly go wrong tonight? 

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Buffy slammed the stake home, and stood back, the fight having added to her agitation. 

" Damn it. What the hell did I ever do to deserve all this?" 

" Good question." 

She spun around and screamed as a long elephant probe punched her into her stomach. An electrical 
shock running through her tense body, until she retreated into her mind. ' Help.' 

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She stayed back into the far corner of the room as Onyx and Angel seemed to circle each other. It 
reminded her of two lions sizing up there competition for the lioness. She ducked back into the shadows, 
when she saw the dark glint in Angel's eyes, so much like Angelus. 

" Willow is coming with me." 

Onyx let out a humorless laugh, " The hell she is. There are rules, and as her guide I'm required to 
enforce those rules." 

" How long do you think she'll last following those rules?" 

" Long enough. Now leave, before I decide to kill you." 

Angel cocked his eyebrow and sat in the nearby leather chair, " The council has rules too." 

" I know all about their rules, and as I recall the current slayer has some trouble following them." 

" And she's the longest living slayer in the history of the council." Angel leaned forward and eyed her 
darkly. " But she won't be for long. Willow's apparent death is tearing her apart." 

" That's not my problem." 

" No? I know all about the Widow's history, and the council considers the Widow's demons. If a new 
slayer is called, one that believes in the council, then it will be her job to slay Willow." 

" Willow can handle herself." 

" I know she can, but how long will she be able to do her job and hold off a determined slayer?" 

Onyx fell quiet, and sat on the sofa. " The rules are there for a reason. If the council were to identify her, 
then they would try to kill her." 

" That isn't a problem. Giles and Buffy aren't with the council anymore, and won't betray her 
confidence." 

Onyx looked over to where she was hiding in the shadows. " What's your opinion?" 

" Angel's right." 

Onyx sighed, bowing her head in surrender. " I suppose you won't need me anymore, either." 

She felt her heart break at the sight of the older woman, and crossed the room, to her. " No. I'll always 
need you. I'm only a novice, and I still have so much to learn." 

" The watcher could help you with that." 

Willow wrapped her arms around Onyx, " Maybe, but you're the closest thing I've had to a real mother." 

She relaxed as the elder woman returned the embrace. She sniffed back the tears that were threatening to 
ruin her bad image, and rocked back. " Let's go tell them. I can't wait to see Xander's face." 

The image of her best friend reacting to her super powers made her giggle. They'd spent a lot of their 
childhood talking about what super heroes they wanted to be, and what powers were the coolest. She 
hopped up off the sofa, planning how she was going to surprise them. Maybe she could ambush them in 
full costume and then rip her mask off. Or..or maybe she could.... 

" We've got a problem." 

She glanced up at Onyx, just now noticing the cell phone in her hand. " What?" 

" It seems that Jekyll has the slayer." 

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Buffy cracked her eye open, taking in the seedy house. She strained against the ropes around her 
wrists, and popped them easily. She grimaced at the bruises on her wrists, and rubbed them, standing 
up to look around. 

" They have no sense of taste." She muttered clicking the dust covered brown curtains. 

" Ah, I see that you're awake." A soft click behind her, cautioned her against trying to fight. " Oh, and I 
wouldn't bother trying to escape. You may be the slayer, but even slayers are susceptible to bullets." 

" What do you want with me?" 

" Oh my dear, I don't want you. I'm only using you as bait." 

She snorted softly, " Look, if you think I'll let you hurt my friends..." 

" Oh I'm not interested in the scoobies as you call them. I'm after the dear widow." 

She stared at the dark gray skinned male in front of her confused. " I don't understand. Why use me as 
bait?" 

" Why it's very simple, my sweet. The Black Widow, has taken quite an interest in you." 

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" Willow!" Onyx hissed at her. 

She kicked the door open, not caring about being sneaky or sly. He touched her slayer, and no one, 
messed with her slayer and got away with it. There was blood to be paid with, and that blood was his. 
Her eyes scanned the exterior room, and ran towards the basement, figuring that's were a rat would hang 
out. 

Again, she kicked the door, the wood splintering into pieces, covering the stairs. She slowly walked 
down the stairs, ignoring the senses going off in her. There was no sneaking around, no magic, just them. 
It would end now. 

" So you decided to show." 

Willow stepped off the stairs, facing Jekyll's deformed face. Her hands clenched tightly, eyes blackened 
in anger. No one, touched her Buffy. She barely noticed the gun in his hand, as she dived into him. Her 
body moved against his, slamming her fist over and over into his head. 

The heavy throbbing of blood pounded into her ears, muffling the screams, the blast of a loud bang, a 
voice whimpering in pain. As he fell back, unconscious, blood streaming down his face. She cringed at 
the burning in her chest, and tried to stand. 

Her breath came harder and she reached up, ripping the mask from her face. Her hands coming down 
onto the paved floor, keeping her from falling face first into it. Her vision blurred, leaving her on the floor 
staring up at a blur of blonde. 

A warm hand engulfed hers, the smell of dirt, grass, and baby powder drifting to her nose. As the world 
began to fade only one thought on her mind. " Buffy....." 




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