FIC: Victims (1/1) PG-13(i think)

["Chris <eddie4102000@xxxxxxxxx>" <eddie4102000@xxxxxxxxx>]

Hey all

heres this fic that just wouldn't leave me along until i wrote it. 
warning, major angst ahead.

Title:-Victims
Rating:-PG-13
Pairing:-Willow/Buffy
disclaimer:- i dont own, joss does...yadda yadda yadda, and so on and 
so forth
feedback:- yes please.
A/N:- not been beta'd. sorry


here it is, hope you enjoy, and that i dont get lynched for this



Victims


Night had closed on the seemingly quite Californian town of Sunnydale 
several hours before, its people nowhere to be seen. The blanket of 
night brought with it a deathly silence, broken only by the sound of 
the occasional breeze blowing through the buildings. There was 
however, another sound to be heard. In one of the more run down areas 
of town, the warehouse district, not more than a few hundred meters 
from a now deserted club. It was the sound of crying.
Crying isn't really an accurate term for this sound. It was 
more than that. It was an agonised sobbing, a gut-wrenching wail, and 
was emerging from the mouth of a young blond woman. Said young blond 
woman was sitting on the ground in one of the warehouses in a pool of 
blood, clutching to her something so precious, that life without it 
would be empty. It was the body of a young redhead. The blond, Buffy 
Summers was weeping hysterically as she finally let go of the body, 
and set it down on the floor. Lifeless green eyes stared sightlessly 
at the distant ceiling. A thin trail of blood had made its way from 
the corner of the redhead's mouth down towards the ground, and was 
now slowly drying to the pale skin.
Buffy cried.


*	*	*


It had been a routine patrol, Buffy and Willow were walking through 
the warehouse district holding hands. The two girls had gotten 
together only a week ago, and had since used any possible excuse to 
be in each others company. The others didn't know, but they liked it 
that way. The relationship was new, exciting and only theirs. Buffy 
had spotted a vampire in the distance and had immediately given 
chase, drawing a sword as she went. Willow followed quickly. They 
chased the vampire into one of the warehouses, where it seemed to be 
trapped. Then the trap was sprung. The doors slammed shut and locked, 
shutters closed over the windows and dozens of vampires appeared as 
if from nowhere.
There was no gloating, no promises of pain and death, only 
violence. The fight was chaotic, but Buffy kept her cool. She swung 
her sword in graceful yet frenzied arcs, cutting down vampires left 
right and centre. Although there were a great many vampires, they 
were mostly all fledglings, with little or no finesse behind their 
preternatural strength. The tide was turning as Willow watched, 
fascinated by the actions of her girlfriend, but being so enthralled, 
she failed to notice the vampire approaching her from behind.
"Slayer!" he growled, grabbing Willow about the throat, as he saw the 
last of his comrades being reduced to ashes. Buffy spun on her heels, 
sword at the ready. Willow stared into her eyes, seeing the sudden 
shock and fear there. The vampire started issuing threats, none of 
which were heard by either girl. They were locked in a wordless 
communication, eyes telling each other what words couldn't. Buffy 
nodded. Willow raised her foot behind her sharply, catching the 
vampire squarely in the groin. He howled in pain and released his 
grip, allowing Willow the chance to escape.
Despite being the eldest vampire present, he had no chance 
against Buffy. Her already considerable strength and speed further 
fuelled by rage. She beat into him with such ferocity that he was 
soon no more than a bloody, bruised lump of flesh and bones on the 
floor, and yet still she hit him. She beat him with the butt of the 
sword grip, she beat him with her fists, she beat him with her head. 
She was so caught up in her rage that she didn't notice Willow 
calling out her name.
"Buffy?" she called, trying to get her attention. Nothing. "Buffy?!" 
She tried again. Nothing. She reached forward and took hold of 
Buffy's shoulder. Buffy spun round, a look of pure rage and hatred on 
her face, and Willow felt a sudden pain in her chest.
She looked down and saw Buffy's sword embedded up to the hilt 
in her chest, blood seeping through her clothes in a rapidly widening 
red circle. Buffy's hand was wrapped around the handle, her fingers 
gripping it so tightly they were white. Willow slowly looked up to 
see the look of utter horror on the face of her girlfriend. A trail 
of blood emerged from the corner of her mouth and rolled towards the 
ground.
Buffy stared, horrified into the eyes of her lover, seeing 
the look of shock and pain held within. She let go of the sword, 
leaving it where it lay, embedded in Willow's chest.
"Oh God?"
"?Buffy?..." Willow remained standing for another brief moment, 
before she slowly slid to the ground, dead.


*	*	*


`My fault, it's my fault, my fault my fault my fault' Buffy repeated 
to herself as she stared into the lifeless eyes of her lover. `I have 
to fix this, I have to make it right' she thought as she pulled the 
body into her lap. She started to stroke Willow's hair, whispering 
soothing platitudes into dead and deaf ears. Her gaze slowly moved 
down to the wound, where she eyed the rapidly drying wound. Ashe then 
moved her gaze to the bloodied sword lying next to her, having 
removed it when she took Willow into her arms for the first time. She 
focused on the sharp, blood covered steel of the blade, then 
whispered into Willow's ear.
"Don't worry my Willow, soon it'll be alright, I'll make it alright."



like i said, major angst

anyway, hope you enjoyed

-Chris-