Buffy the Vampire
Slayer and The Crow:
Love, Death and Resurrection
Last: Updated: 11/6/1999
Title: Love, Death, and Resurrection
Author: ShadowSmileSlayer (with the assitance of Shaych3)
Rating: R. Buffy/Willow
(For Graphic violence and romantic/sexual relationship between two women)
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Notes: I wanted to bring together my two
favorite worlds, Buffy and the Crow, so here
we go. Italics indicate thought, where as *text* indicates a flashback.
skews away from BTVS television just before Graduation Day.
As long as there have been demons,
there has been the Slayer. One girl in all the world, a
Chosen one, born with the strength and skill to hunt vampires and other
creatures of the
dark. When one Slayer dies, the next is called. In this world of magic
and demons, mortals
lose their lives in hideous ways. Sometimes one of these victims carries
with it a sadness
so great that it can't rest. And sometimes, just sometimes a Crow can
carry that soul back
from the land of the dead, to set the wrong things right. But sometimes
the only way to set the wrong things right. Sometimes the only way is
Buffy Summers slid her arms into her black
jacket slowly. She tossed her head back,
running her thin fingers through her shoulder length blonde hair. Damn
it, she mentally cursed
herself as her nails caught in a tangle. Her body didn't want to work
right. It was tired, being
dragged down by a heavy weight of sorrow. It was a weight that crushed
her very soul,
suffocating her and causing her to drown in misery.
Buffy felt a chill go up her spine; the
whispers of her name drifting through her room.
Slowly she rose from her bed, its pillowy comfort lost, as she moved to
the open window. I didn't
open the window yet, did I? The Slayer leant out the windw slightly,
her keen eyes detected a
shadow moving outside her window, she thought she was going insane.
"Buffy..." it rang through the
air again; louder, deeper, painfully real.
The blonde girl's eyes were drawn to the
knarled branches just outside her window. Her
eyes followed the twisted tuns of wood to the large tree that grew beside
the house. Nothing...
she saw nothing. Angel used to visit me this way... perching on the
branches like some
damned bird. Buffy laughed mournfully at her joke, even as the tears
stung her eyes. Ducking
her head out the window she quickly glanced around; only darkness greeted
her eyes. Buffy
started to pull down her window frame, but her eyes caught something.
There on one of the
large branches sat an unusually large bird. Where did that thing come
from? she pondered. Its
black feathers almost sparkled in the moonlight. Its razor eged beak,
sharp and deadly, seemed
to point accusingly at her. The creature cocked its head to the side,
bobbing lightly in the night
air. Her eyes latched into its stare. She was lost in its eyes, drowning
in their depths. The amber
ring around the large black pools seemed to draw her in, in to her own
mind. They held her gaze,
beckoning her, as her mind flooded with images of her lost friend.
"Willow..." tears finally gripped
her body, "Oh God..."
sat quiet, sniffling away her tears at Willow's tombstone. She had come
to it every
night before patrol. To say she is sorry; to try and find strength. She
wasn't too shocked when
Xander had decided to go ahead with his walk-about. Buffy could relate
to his need to be alone
with his thoughts, time to deal with the loss of his love. Love... he
loved Willow, as much as
anyone could love her, she told herself. Willow had always been a part
of him; his best bud and
confidant. They'd even been a little hot and heavy for a while, too, she
remembered with a smile
Even though she understood Xander's need for space, it had cut her to
the quick when
he pulled away. He was just about the only thing she had left and she
knew well how the ghosts
of the past can haunt a person's mind. Giles had buried himself in his
work, barely there except
to toss her a few tips about whatever the latest demon to come to Sunnydale.
Oz had moved to
Arizona with the band, running away from the pain of Willow's death. She
was so alone, yet
even now, she sought solace from her Willow.
Buffy's mind wandered back to her bedroom.
The eye's of the crow, that had perched
outside her window, stuck like a splinter in her mind. A force beyond
her comprehention had
trapped her mind. Images of Willow and their life together had played
like a movie in her mind.
The bittersweet memories had all but broken her resolve for the night,
almost made her break
her promise. Buffy had sworn when Willow was taken from her, that she
would never stop until
the earth was cleansed of Faith, of demons, of all the evils that stole
her best friend.
The Slayer's lithe hand stroked the marble
marker, and the tears returned to her eyes.
Why Willow? Willow was her everything. She had lived through her parent's
turning into Angelus and the fight that sent him to hell. She had survived
his return as Angel and
the subsequent distancing between them. She wasn't sure she could be strong
anymore; all the
sources of her strength had been ripped from her. Faith would pay dearly
for what she did two
months ago, but right now she didn't have the strength or the stability
to take on the dark-bitch of
The sound of cracking leaves startled the
Slayer. Her eyes scoured the foliage and trees
behind the decrepit stones. There in the dark, she saw a pair of yellow
eyes and the glint of
moonlight on fangs. Perfect, she thought a devilish smile played across
her lips, I could use a
good kill before the night is through . She heard the growl, saw the flash
of its fist and her Slayer
instincts took over. Its face contorted into a demonic mask, but it was
more pale than most
vamps. He looks bad, even for a dead guy. The vamp must have been some
lapdog, feeding off scraps its sire left it. Buffy dodged his pathetic
spin kick and swept his feet
out from under him. Then the blonde pounced the demon, and clenched his
hair in her hand.
Buffy drilled down blow after furious blow
to the vamparic features that polluted the once human
face. All her anger, frustration, rage, and sadness melded with her punches.
The vampire lunged up in desperation, knocking the slender frame from
jumping for her. Buffy, with cat like relfexes, pushed off her shoulders
and sprung to her feet.
The bloodsucking demon bared its teeth, the yellow spikes dripping with
saliva, its hunger
pulsing through it. The creature flung his right fist toward the Slayer's
face, it needed a kill soon,
the hunger, it needed - craved - blood! With a smirk, Buffy sidestepped
to the left, her right arm
wrapped around her attacker's forearm. She thrust her left palm foreward
and, with a snapping
sound echoing through the cemetery, took the vamp to the ground.
The vampire's fractured elbow left it thrashing
about in pain. Buffy calmly withdrew a
stake from inside her jacket. Her eyes ran the length of the stake...
Mr Pointy. Kendra, the first
Slayer to be called after she died in the Master's lair, had given her
the night Druscilla had
murdered her. Buffy often thought fondly of Kendra, she was a sweet yet
Unlike a certain skank we all know and hate... her thoughts spat venomously.
She was brought
back to reality whe she felt a hand trying to claw her hair. With a twist
of the wrist she drove the
oak stake through the vamps back, a sigh escaping her lips as the demon
exploded into dust.
Vampires sure can fuck up a manicure, she
reflected inwardly; her lips drooped as she
surveyed her chipped nails. Buffy scooped the stake from the ground. Those
things don't grow
on trees, Buffy shook the oxymoronic statement from her head and glanced
down at her watch.
2:00AM. I am starving! Don't think I have ever been so hungry before.
Guess I can run down to
that 24 hour diner and grab something real quick. She looked at her watch
again, Yeah, I'll get a
bite, come back here for a final sweep and then head home. A weird "caw"
noise caused a hitch
in her step. She glanced around, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary,
for a cemetery.
Had Buffy not been so distracted by her thoughts , she might have heard
another of the dead
awakening. This one however, didn't have fangs.
shadow among the trees stepped into the moonlight. A set of hollowed eye
looked on as Buffy Summers left the cemetery. Rotted flesh peeled back
over sparse teeth as
black spit arched to the ground. The figure chuckled lightly to himself,
letting his fingers slide
over the polished bone necklace in his hand. With a snort he fixed his
dusty old hat on his
haggard head, and moved from the confines of the shadows. His darkened
sockets watched as
a figure descended from the sky, its eye's shimmered with an energy beyond
this world. He
watched still as it landed on a simple tombstone, pecking its deadly beak
at the delicate marble.
Running a gloved hand down the slick feathers of the large bird, the skeleton
beside the grave. Scooping up a fist full of earth, he let is slide between
his boney fingers, like
the sands of time. He heard the thumping that came from the ground below
him. The skeleton
stepped away from the grave, looking back to it he called out softly.
"Wakey Wakey, little girl." the
sing-song tone, deathly sweet, cut through the night.
eyes were heavy... so heavy. She had to get them open, had to see
happening. Where am I, her mind whimpered? Dark, so dark.
Her once vibrant red hair clung to
her eyes and was matted across her forehead. Drudging up the last bit
of strength burried inside
her, the girl brushed at her eyes, moving the stringy locks from her face.
No light, I am so
scared, please I have to get out, it;s so dark, have to get out . Her
hands moved in front of her
feeling a silky resistance. Something had her, it had her trapped inside
somewhere soft and silky.
God help me, I'm trapped. No air, nothing to breathe gonna suffocate!
Her mind snappedshe
struck out against whatever was in front of her. Wood and metal alike
splintered under her fists.
Something deep inside her drove her on...
have to get out. She felt her knuckles snap
and the bones of her hand splinter. Searing pain washed over her arms
in hot waves. Doesn't
matter I have to get out of the dark. The young figure lunged at her confinement,
feeling it give
way. She shoved harder, pushing all her fear into her captor, and with
a deafening crash. She
was laying on her back looking up at the stars, surprisingly calm, the
twinkling lights were
soothing in a way. Then realization hit her... God help me. Her pale young
hands clawed at the
dirt falling in around her. Have to get out .
She felt the slick mud beneath her as she
climbed out of.... what is it?! Her eyes tried to
focus but pain flooded her mind. The pulsing in her hands forced her to
look down at them. She
could make out their shape in the dim moonlight, her nails were dingy
and split apart. her hands
were misshapen and splinters of bone were sticking through at her wrists.
Her clothes were
soiled and old, the smell of death, earth, and mildew wafted to her nose.
She wanted to vomit,
to purge herself of impurity.
She tried hard to focus again, but it was
nothing more than an exercise in futility. Her
body collapsed against something hard, smooth, and cold. Then she felt
something wet dripping
down to her nose. She cast her eyes skyward, her blurry eyes tried to
focus as the plump
droplets of rain fell on her face. Willow watched the gentle drops falling,
caressing her face, one
word sprung forth in her mind.
"BUFFFFYYYYYY..." she wailed,
trying to push herself up to her knees.
Buffy? Who is Buffy? What's going on?!
A bright flash a lightening illuminated the
smooth surface she was leaning against. For the first time her eyes finally
caught the scribing on
the structure. A clap of thunder rolled across the sky as the meaning
of what stood before
formed in her mind.
"Willow Rosenburg, Loved and Cared
for by all around her. May she Rest in Peace"
The teen's mind was swimming in an ocean
of confusion. Nothing made sense. She had
just crawled from her .... Grave. Grave... the word sung out in
her mind. Her teeth chattered
behind her frozen lips, her body limp, pale, and unmoving. Buffy... the
word tried to work its way
to her consciousness. Nothing.
A sound above her sent her sprawling backwards,
nearly toppling back into her grave. A
loud caw chilled her to the bone and drew her attention to the top of
her gravestone. A big black
bird. Its stare penetrated her, gazing deep inside, almost willing her
to think. Buffy. The name
snapped in her head. Buffy. Who is she?
*Buffy's hand was cradling her face as she
felt the life draining from her.*
Her stomach lurched and her head felt like
it had been cleaved in two. No No... please
NO, she thought, her hands clawing her head. The crow let out another
loud caw. Willow turned
away from the crow to where its eyes fell. A large figure melted out of
the shadows. Willows
stomach turned as the sunken sockets of a skull stared blankly at her.
Its sunken eyes and thin
wisps of silky hair made the cowboy hat and yellowed teeth all the creepier.
"Hello little Willow" the voice
boomed. The redheaded teen jumped back, shocked by
the intensity of the voice.
"Who.... Who.... What... are you?"
a whispered plea came.
"I , my dear, am the one... and only...
Skull Cowboy. How do ya do?" he crooned with a
small bow. Spitting an arc of slimy tobacco juice onto the ground.
"Skull..." her voice dropped off.
She snapped her eyes closed, squeezing them tight.
Willow shook her head furiously, hoping
when she opened them, the horrid vision before her
would be gone. When she finally opened them, her eyes locked onto its
"Listen little one, you have been given
another chance." Her eyes couldn't leave the
bony face of the vision before her.
~You are back to put the wrong things right~
The sound rang through her head. Wrong things
right? What wrong things? Was she
going insane? Was she dead? IS THIS HELL?!?!?!?? Her head started pounding
~I have brought you back from the land of
The voice echoed through her mind -- the
crow. The crow seemed to be feeding
thoughts into her head. What was it? Was this the powers of good? Of
Evil? Please God Help
me her mind screamed.
"Back off little birdie..." the
Skull Cowboy dismissed the crow with a wave of his hand,
"things are special this time." The Skeleton and crow's eyes
met fiercely. The loud cawing
coming from its mouth was almost a soothing sound to the girl. Willow
felt a weight on her
shoulder, the crow had perched there, crooning softly into her ear. The
big black bird's beak
rubbed gently along her cheek, urging her once again. Willow's head was
still reeling but her
body seemed to lung up, pulling her from the muddy earth. Dragging her
weak frame up by her
own tombstone, the redhead felt it start to crumble beneath her fingers.
Looking down, she could
see her fingers digging at the cement and her bloody nails slowly reshaping
"What the hell am I?" she whispered,
her eyes tearing over as she raised her completely
raven locks framed the ex-Slayer's face as she sat gazing at the flashing
light of a neon
sign. It's message was lost on her as her mind replayed event's from her
past. Her face was
a collage of feeling, from happiness, to sadness, to evil glee. Her lip's
curled into a tiger's
grin as thoughts of Buffy played in her mind. The look on the Slayer's
face that night,
always gave her a tingly feeling. That was the night she left Sunnydale,
the night she had
turned so vile it almost scared her. But the woman was a survivor and
she had done what
she needed. She had taken the money in a bank account the Mayor had set
up for her and
fled. She wanted to be there for the Ascencion when the Mayor would feast
on all her past
demon's. Yet, she couldn't stay, she had tried to force herself to believe
it was because she
was afraid Buffy would come and shove a knife in her heart. That was part
of it of course,
but something else told her she needed to go into hiding for awhile.
patrol again, just rolling around on patrol again Buffy hummed. It was
so lonely on
patrol for her. She always took solice in the fact she wasn't alone in
her divined duty, but
now Giles was the only one left to help her. He had pulled so far away
becoming extremly protective of her. True he didn't work for the Council
did she for the fact of it, but she knew in his heart he would always
be her Watcher.
Willow's death was so unexpected though, anyone of them could die at any
moment on a
hellmouth, but Willow was never thought of as a target. Giles was having
a hard time
dealing though. Oh God why did she have to take Willow. Buffy knew exactly
had killed her because Buffy cared so much about her.
*Willow and Buffy were sitting in the library
searching. Willow was trying hard to
find a spell or potion or anything that could stop the Ascencion. Buffy
knew Willow was
taking the Ascencion personally, she was after all the member of the Scooby
dealt in magic. Buffy reached over and sat her hands on Willow's shoulders
"Easy Will, stopping the Ascenion is a good thing, but your shoulders
about about to split
apart" Buffy said with smile in her voice.
"Ah that feels soooooooo good, I mean nice, yeah nice like when friends
rub each others
shoulders. There isn't anything wrong with two girls giving each other
a shoulder rub, I
mean really we are under alot of stress here and stress sometimes makes
me tense and
tense is bad and and ...... " Willow babbled
"You okay Will?" Buffy asked turning to sit on the table and
look at Willow.
"Yeah Buffy, its just.... well with the Ascencion and everything,
I mean we could all die.
And well, its just had me thinking, about what I would do if you were
to die or something
happen, and its just made me realize...." the redhead trailed off.
"Yeah its had me thinking too.... " Buffy said trying not to
look at Willow's eyes.
"Really?" Willow asked, switching to her concerned best friend
Buffy chuckled slightly, "Thats my Willow..." she started "always
there for me even when
she has her own problems." Buffy's hand touched Willow's face softly.
Willow blushed at the intamate contact from her friend. "Yeah well
you know, I care
about you, I mean you are my best bud, but I worry about you and and ...."
comforted looking into Buffy's big eyes.
"I know, that is what's had me thinking Will. After I came back after
what happened to
Angel things were awkward between us, but you were the one to help me
back into my
life. And then after he came back from Hell Angel and I haven't been the
same. He's gonna
leave after the Ascension, when he told me that it hurt horribly and I
didn't know what to
do, and once again you were the one to help me deal Willow. I know that
I can live
without Angel, but Willow if anything happens to you I don't know what
I would do...."
Buffy's voice trailed off but she kept her eyes locked into Willow's.
"Buffy I..." Willow started, not sure what her friend was trying
to tell her, but knowing
exactly how she felt.
"Willow....." buffy started. She knew this would be it, no turning
back, but she knew she
had to tell Willow before the Ascencion.
"I love you." The girls said in unison.
They stared at each a moment. Finally Buffy blinked, registering what
had just happened.*
Buffy winced at the thought. The pain seared
through her sitll form like molten lava. The
darkness behind her eyes playing the scene over and over. Her precious
Willow, the one
she loved more than anything, being ripped from her grasp by the Dark
Willows feet drug heavily across the ground.
Her burial dress, tattered and soiled, twisted
around her legs. Her stumbling figure made its way through the woods clumsily.
to avoid the streets, the city. Willow didn't know what she was, barely
who she was, but
she knew that public exposure was the last thing she wanted.
The redhead's tired eyes tried to focus
on the crow that flew over head. It seemed to urge
her forward. She wanted to collapse though, to lay back on the earth and
body was as if made of lead, and her head was a jumble of fear and confusion.
of her dress wrapped around her ankle and Willow fell to the ground. Anger
frustration flew threw her as she tore the hem of her dress from her.
Her legs unhindered,
she moved once again moved through the night.
Again her eyes searched the sky for her
crow. It sat perched on a tree branch, head
moving in one direction, like it was beaconing her. Moving a bit faster
followed the crow as it took flight. A loud CAW rang through the shrill
night air. Her legs
started to move faster, the aching weight of her legs draining away. Her
body seemed to
move on its own. Moving through the forrest like a cat, leaping, bounding,
the air. Hurdeling fallen trees her form moved through the night. The
night filled her,
exhilerated her, gave her strength its cold emptiness lost to her. Her
supernaturally sharp in the black that surrounded her. Her dirt encrusted
bellowed behind her, the strands of hair pulling out, forming what could
only be described
as a mane of blood. She leapt high into the trees, perching herself on
a sturdy branch
coming out of a large oak tree. The crow perching itself on her shoulder,
peering its dark
eyes at the street ahead.
*Willow and Buffy walking home from school
for a girls night on a friday
night giggling and pushing each other.*
Willow flinched away from the vision.
What was that!
~a vision, memory, the past~
It was painful, scary, being shown the happiness
from the past when you know you are
dead. When nothing you do can fix the tragedy. She was here to put the
right she understood that now. Though even that wouldn't fix the past.
But she could
make them pay. She wasn't sure who yet, it wasn't all there, but she would
The crow leapt from her shoulder and flew down to one of the houses in
Willow followed, suprised that her fall was graceful and she felt nothing
as he feet touched
the earth. Moving swiftly she caught upto the crow, it sat upon a fence
cawing toward the
large house. She scaled the fence quickly and moved soundlessly to the
lattace at the side.
reaching out she twined her hand into it to pull herself up.
*Willow was climbing down the lattace. She
moved down it clumsily
slipping the last step. She feel back into Xander who had been wating
for her. He stumbled
back with her laughing at her slightly. They were going to meet with buffy
for a nights
Patrol.... Buffy...... Slayer. The words
were jumbled in her head, not sure quite what they
The redheads hands grappled the lattace,
swiftly pulling herself up the side of the
house. Slipping inside her eyes scanned the room. It was small, but familiar.
into the mirror across the room, her face was muddied, her hair disheveled.
fresh from the grave, how fitting. Her ears listened, nothing, no sounds
from the house.
She knew this was her house, where she had grown up. No one was here though.
are they? Out of town visiting relatives? Vacation maybe? It didn't matter
wasn't really their daughter now, she was dead. She starred hard at the
mirror before her,
before turning away in disgust. She moved to the bathroom, she had to
have a shower
before she did anything.
Willow slowly removed the remains of her
burial clothes. The cool air of the house rippled
across her naked form. How strange it was to her, she had just been in
the cold of the
night and felt nothing, but now all her senses were alive. She could feel
the air caressing
her skin, rolling over her taught body, peaking her pink nipples. A shiver
ran up her spine.
Like someone just walked over my grave she thought with an almost insane
only she knew how right she was.
Buffy was so lost in her thoughts that she
didn't notice the large hole in the earth before
her. Another Vamp Another nightBuffy thought. Then she noticed the headstone
the open grave. It belonged to one Willow Rosenburg.
"Willow...... no not Willow."
Buffy bolted toward town. She had to get to Giles, Willow
couldn't be a Vampire, she was never bitten, never drank another Vamps
bitch Faith probably came back to town and dug her up, I wouldn't put
it past her.
The Slayers legs hurled her through the night. She had to get to the Gile's.
She had to
make sure she wasn't a Vampire.
once again stood before the mirror. She was shaking the last drops of
her red locks, watching her own eyes. She had no idea who she was, why
she was brought
back, only that it had to do with Buffy. She wished she could remember,
but it wasn't
there, like her mind had been formatted. Buffy was the only thing she
knew, the only
thought. If only she could remember.
Then a small glinting caught her eye, a
chain was hanging part way out of the medicine
cabinet. Willow opened it slowly, watching the small chain dangel in the
air. It was a small
cross necklace. She took it slowly in her hand...
*She was struggling in the arms of a dark
haired woman. Her grip on
her throat was vice like, crushing her air supply. She could feel the
point of a knife at her
back. Buffy stood infront of her, she was following the dark haired woman.
being drug toward the school exit by the other woman. Faith.*
The name rang in her head. Anger, fear,
hate flashed through her eyes. Faith, that evil
bitch. She closed her eyes and gripped the cross in her palm.
*Faith was dragging her through the hall.
She could feel her feet
scuffling along the tiled floor. Her mind was swimming in a oxygen deprived
could feel the point of the dagger digging into her back. Buffy will be
alright she thought.
She felt Faith snap her head back pulling her closer the dagger digging
in even further.
"Let her go Faith!" Buffy demanded.
"Why B? Don't you wanna share your
knew plaything?" She felt Faith's tounge slide up
the side of her cheek.
"Guess not..." Faith continued
"...well you know what they say, if I can't have her, then no
one's gonna have her." Faiths voice was dripping with evil honey
and mock sympathy.
Willow felt the knife slide into her back.*
Willow's back arched out, feeling once again
the knife sliding into her back
*Faith was twisting the knife, relishing
the look on Buffy's face.
Willow fell back to the floor as Faith sprinted out the doors. Willow
saw Buffy running for
her but it was to late. She knew she was dying. She could feel her life
drowning in a sea of darkness. Buffy was cradling her now, utter terror
on her face, tears
streaming down her cheeks. With what strenght she had left the red head
lifted her hand
and touched her face gently. She mouthed the words 'I love you' before
she closed her
eyes and felt the last bit of herself slip away. The darkness behind her
eyelids seemed to
take on the shape of a large black
was leaning against the back of his couch, his nose stuffed in one of
his many books.
He had been researching something, but his mind kept wondering away and
seem to remember where he was. He glanced down at the pages and with a
the book. He just couldn't concentrate, Willow still filled his mind.
She had been like a
daughter to him. He had never told her of course, but looking back, he
wished he had.
After her death, he swore he wouldn't let that happen to Buffy. He kept
training and out of as much unnessacary harm as possible. He knew he had
distant, his worry mixed with grief clung to his aura, and he didn't want
to cause Buffy
A loud banging sounded from his front door,
almost pleading him to open it. He glanced
at his watch. One in the morning, that had bloody well better be Buffy.
He shook his head
to clear the annoyance of the alliteration flowing through his mind and
glanced through the
peep-whole. There standing in the night air was of course, Buffy Summers.
Englishman unbolted the door and opened it. He was quite shocked when
herself into his arms and started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Willow..." he heard her murmor.
"Yes w-well Buffy, I know its been
hard on all of us, but..." he started in a comforting
"No you don't understand!" she
began, pushing a bit further into his home. The cold night
air was chilling her once heated blood. She had ran all the way to Gile's
faulter. But now the tears were streaming and she was fighting for control
of her senses.
"Her body..." she met Gile's eyes watching the pupils narrow
as he focused on her. She
fought hard to choke back the tears.
"Y-yes Buffy go on, what about her
body?" Giles questioned.
"It's... It's gone Giles, The dirt
around her grave looked like it had been thrown up out of
the ground. And her casket, it looked like someone had taken an axe to
it or something."
Once again she choked on her tears trying to get out all she had observed.
Giles face was a mask of anger, fear, hate, and confusion. His soul trembled
his very being
at the thought that Willow's grave had been desacrated. And her body stolen
no less. It
didn't make any sense his Watcher mind rang. There was no reason for her
body to be
gone. She couldn't be a vampire, it had been 2 months since she had died.
"Giles...?" The ex.-Watcher snapped
his head to attention at the sound of her voice. He
watched the way her eyes bore into him. They were begging him to have
an answer, some
kind of logic.
"Yes... well um..." He stammered.
"She can't be a vampire right? I mean
she wasn't bitten and never drank vamp blood. Giles
she died in my arms!!! She can't be a vampire! I WON'T LET HER BE A VAMPIRE!!!
She turned away from him, strangling back the tears. To many tears had
been shed, she
would let no more fall.
Giles laid a hand on his charges shoulder.
Gving her a comforting squeeze.
"Yes Buffy... you are quite right,
a vampire must rise soon after it has transformed to feed.
Plus, as you have pointed out already, she didn't die at the hands of
"Why would someone desecrate her grave
like that?!?!? Someone would have had to DIG
her up. If it was Faith I swear to what ever God their is Giles, I will
"Buffy..." Giles removed his glasses
and massaged the bridge of his nose. "I am not sure
why someone would do this. Most magics require live sacrafices, and demon's
summoned to live bodies, they like to devour the soul before they claim
the body." he
concluded in mild disgust.
"What kind of sick son of a bitch would
dig up a girl's body?"
unfinished more to come later