Snippet: Coming Apart. (Severe Spoiler Warning)

["buffythebushkangaroo" <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Sever Spoiler Warning.

(Spoilers for episodes:

17 - Normal Again.
18 - Entropy
19 - Seeing Red
20 - Villains

You have been warned.)

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*hug*

Anne-Lise.

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Warren glared daggers at Tara.
"Evil whore, getting between me and my target. Now you'll die."
Tara began to chant but she was too slow. Way too slow. Warren 
raised his gun, and shot her dead. Blood blossomed all around her.
"Tara! No!" Willow screamed and ran for Warren. Eyes black, words 
falling over themselves in a frenzy to be released, power built up 
all around creating a vortex of energy. Willow didn't care that 
Warren was amongst throngs of innocent people. Warren didn't care 
about the cattle either; they were just in the way. he ducked between 
two gawking observers and leaped onto a parked bus. He pointed his 
gun at the conductor.
"Drive, asshole."
The bus lurched forward, and people screamed.
And still Willow came.

*

Anya awoke with a start, and for a moment she didn't know where she 
was. Then the reality seeped in. She was in the darkness of the 
crypt, naked, and with Spike. Spike; A creature of darkness tamed by 
shreds of humanity laid upon him like veils of morality, shrouding 
his true self. So much like herself that Anya felt a wave of deep 
affinity for the vampire. Plus, she admired his sinewy body.
"No wonder Buffy was so into him," she figured. She bit her lip and 
awoke the vampire with light nips of her teeth to his nipples.
"Oh. Morning, love." Spike struggled upright.
"Good morning," Anya replied, turning her attention to Spike's 
face. "I've got a small present for you."
"Oh?" Spike tilted his head. "What is it?"
Anya smiled. "Not what, who," she replied enigmatically. "Treat me 
nice, and I'll tell you about this African I met on one of those web 
chat rooms."
Spike's right eyebrow made a break for freedom. "Care to elaborate? 
I'm not one for riddles right now, love."
"He can remove that silly chip of yours," she purred, and Spike paid 
attention.

*

"We've got to stop her," Buffy prepared to sprint after Willow, who 
was now moving after a bus, feet not quite touching the ground.
"Yeah," Xander echoed, as he knelt beside Tara's corpse. "Yeah. You 
do that."
Buffy began to sprint after Willow, thoughts racing through her 
mind like daggers of ice. Why was everything coming unravelled? Was 
it her? Was all this really just a desperate illusion created by her 
deranged mind? She'd chosen to stay here, in this reality, knowing at 
her core that it was all a sham. In reality, she was just a normal 
girl locked away in an Institution. Or was she?
But she'd given up reality for Willow.
"Willow! Please, stop!" She ran faster.

*

Warren stepped out from amongst the crowd and climbed into the back 
of a nondescript van.
"Warren!" Jonathon exclaimed. "We were..."
"...About to leave me behind? Figured as much." Warren slumped down 
on the floor of the van. "The robot replica I made of myself is 
leading them all away from us. So let's move, while we can."
The Troika escaped again.

*

Everything coming apart. Every relationship she'd held dear. 
Starting with Angel, ending with Xander. And now Tara. But through it 
all, Willow had been there for her. Willow cared about her, Willow 
lov...

*

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