Shattered

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Shattered
By Kit Walker
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Buffy. I just let my muses have fun.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: None
Summary: Angsty?.just read and review

Her body crashed through the fleeing people. She pushed them out of 
her way, knowing that either way; someone was going to die for what 
happened. She wasn't supposed to be here. Her friends, the people 
she loved more than herself, weren't supposed to be dead. And the 
deafening ache within her own heart was not supposed to feel like 
this. She was supposed to feel alive, to feel something other than 
this deeply seeded depression and hatred that had consumed her since 
that night long ago.

She remembered the horror and fear in their eyes. She did everything 
she could to save them, but she was held back, something physically 
kept her pinned to the ground. She remembered feeling the rain 
splatter across her face as the water mixed with the blood of her 
friends and the muddy ground. She struggled to get to her feet to 
help her fallen friends, but she was too late. She knelt by her best 
friend, cradling her bloodied head in her arms. She sobbed over 
their bodies, swearing vengeance for their deaths.

She went to their funerals, laying white roses on all of their 
graves. She stopped at her best friend's grave, kneeling once more, 
placing her silver cross on the head stone. One way or another death 
would help her in seeking retribution. Armed to the teeth she went 
after the bastard who killed her friends, her family. She followed 
the screams to the assailant. She pushed through the crowded not 
caring whom she hurt. She wanted vengeance, and nothing was going to 
stop her.

There he was, no the same man she once knew. Not the kind and 
collected guy that they all loved. He was different now, not the man 
she once loved. That man died when he appeared. There was no way to 
save him now. She had dusted some vampires that tried to stop her, 
and the rest were afraid to touch her. She had covered herself with 
holy water. She pulled out her shotgun, and cocked it back. She 
aimed for her ex lover.

"Oz! Show yourself you bastard!"
"Ah, Willow, so nice of you to show up. You're just in time to watch 
me kill an old friend."

Oz held up the limp body of Cordelia Chase. Oz had turned into a 
wolf/human hybrid, allowing the demon to take hold. He wasn't Oz 
anymore, and she knew that. She raised the gun again, and fired a 
shot. It slammed into his side. He yelped in pain, as blood began 
to pour from the wound.

"Bullets won't hurt me Will, you know that."
"Not unless they're pure silver. I had a friend help me. Die you 
fucking bastard!"

Willow cocked the shotgun again, firing once again. He became weak 
from the blasts, losing blood quickly. She walked up to him, and 
cocked the gun one last time.

"Now you die!"

She pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. His lifeless 
body slumped to the ground. She ran over and freed Cordelia, and 
anyone else he took hostage, then left. She headed back to the 
graveyard, to Buffy's grave. She lay down on the moist earth, 
feeling the coolness of the ground below her.

"For you Buffy. I couldn't save you, but I hope now you can rest in 
peace. I love you."

She took out an entire bottle of sleeping pills, along with a bottle 
of vodka. She popped the pills and drank the vodka, till both were 
finished. Her note was already written, explaining she couldn't live 
without her friends, saying that they were the only ones who made her 
feel truly alive. She laid her head down near Buffy's gravestone and 
cried till she fell asleep. She never woke up again.  

It had been Cordelia who found her the next day. She wanted to thank 
Willow for saving her life, but when she found the red head's body, 
she realized that it wasn't really about her, but those Oz had 
killed. She called Willow's parents and the paramedics telling them 
what she had found. She sat by the body sobbing. Not only for the 
loss of her friends, but for herself, for she too felt like she was 
apart of a family, that was now shattered.