The Bitch is Back
TITLE: The Bitch is Back
AUTHOR: Rich(Starbug42@aol.com)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: Lots, please!
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me!
SUMMARY: Something I don't think anyone else thought of...it's kind of a
surprise.
DISCLAIMER: I want to own Willow. She will be mine. Oh yes. She will be
mine...
This goes out to Karen, Sam and Shari. The three sweetest women in the world.
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"The Bitch is Back" 1/1
Buffy covered the last bit of earth up and threw her shovel down. Veruca was
a son of a bitch to bury, since she was a wolf and all. Wolves are freakin'
heavy. Buffy wiped the sweat from her brow and started to walk away from the
grave. Buffy almost smiled at the fact that Veruca was dead. She felt
horrible about it, but she didn't even want to bury the bitch in the first
place, and wouldn't have if Willow didn't insist. Oz was gone. Willow came
to grips with that, as sad as she was. Buffy gave Willow whatever she wanted
these past few days. She deserved it after all she'd been through. It very
well could have been Willow's throat ripped out rather than Veruca's, but
Willow was almost wishing it had been.
Buffy sighed on the walk back as dusk turned into night. She was glad it was
all over...
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The half moon shined in the sky over the park by Sunnydale University.
Veruca's corpse was six feet underneath the cold, hard earth. Clouds moved
in and covered the face of the moon. Rain poured down and lightning crashed
as if the earth itself knew what was about to happen. A furry paw shot up
out of the grave of Veruca. Claws grew back into normal fingernails. Fur
turned back into normal human skin. A second hand shot through the ground
and both now completely human hands pulled the not-so-dead Veruca out of the
grave.
The skin on her neck began to heal. She began her slow walk naked back to
the University of Sunnydale.
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A tear ran down Willow's cheek as she stared into the picture of Oz. She
could almost convince herself that she was looking directly into his eyes and
that he was staring right back at her. Another tear ran down as he
remembered the last thing she heard him say. "In my entire life," he had
said, "I've loved nothing else."
Buffy opened the door to the dorm room and Willow shoved the picture under
her pillow quickly as she wiped away her tears. Buffy pretended not to
notice. She crossed the room and sat on the bed next to her friend.
"Hey, Rocky! Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!" Buffy said, doing her
best Bullwinkle impression. Willow's sad face was forced into a smile.
Buffy always knew how to cheer her up. Especially when it came to Rocky and
Bullwinkle. Buffy took her hand and caressed it in an "I-feel-your-pain"
type of way. Willow put her head on Buffy's shoulder as a sound came from
the hall. It sounded like people running around. Lots of them.
Buffy, always the curious one, got up and flung the door open. The students
in the house were running rampant through the halls towards the big window
down the hall. She reached out and grabbed one of the guys. "What the
hell's going on?" she asked the sweaty student. "There's some hot, naked
broa...uh, *woman* outside on the front lawn walking toward us!" Buffy let
the guy go and he clambered to the window, leaving a trail of testosterone
behind him.
Willow was up now, and was getting curious herself. The two went down to the
window where a small swarm of horny, deprived men and curious, jealous women
gathered around. Buffy and Willow made their way through the crowd and
stared out the window. And there was Veruca. Naked as the day she was born.
Making her way toward the building. She paused, only for a moment, and
looked up at the window as if she sensed the eyes of the two girls on her.
"Oh, God" said Willow, just above a whisper. Buffy grabbed her friend by the
wrist and led her back to the dorm room. "Will, I want you to stay in your
room. Lock the door and don't come out." Willow was spaced out. She barely
understood the words but managed to nod her head.
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Buffy ran outside to where the she-wolf was making herself well known by the
male population of Stevenson Hall. "Stay out of this, Slayer," Veruca
squeaked. "This doesn't concern you." Buffy took her fighting stance. "If
it concerns Willow, it concerns me." Veruca began to circle Buffy like she
was checking out her prey.
"Hey!" shouted a nearby student. "Catfight!"
Buffy turned her head toward the voice. That was all Veruca needed.
Reflexes of the wolf, she picked up a fallen tree limb and wrapped it around
Buffy's head. Veruca glanced at Buffy's unconscious form and then headed for
the front door of Stevenson Hall.
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Willow was curled up in a ball on her bed. She hugged her pillow tightly to
her chest. Sitting up, she picked up the picture of Oz. He looked so sweet.
She remembered the day that she took the picture. Oz brought her down to
the beach for a romantic picnic. Willow happened to have her camera with her
and snapped a few pics. Another one, equally sweet, was taken not long after
this one. This one of the both of them. Oz just held the camera at arms
length and took the picture. Well, it would have been cool if their heads
weren't cut out of it, but it was sweet to Willow, nonetheless.
She couldn't see the picture anymore and not because of the tears welling in
her eyes. The lights went out. That probably meant the power had been cut.
Willow hugged the pillow close to her again and waited for the inevitable.
Veruca would find her and would then kill her.
Willow was almost glad. She was dead inside anyway.
The door burst open and Veruca walked through. Willow cast the pillow aside,
not caring any more, and stood up. "Well, look. It's Veruca in her natural,
whorish state." Veruca almost smiled. "I'll kill you, little girl. Just
like your ex-honey killed me."
"How'd you do it, Veruca?" asked Willow. "How did you raise yourself from
the dead? Magic?" Veruca laughed at her. "It wasn't magic, Willow. It was
your own damned stupidity. Do you think you're the first person that's tried
to kill me in a conventional way? People have slit my wrists, shot me with
normal bullets, ripped out my heart...doesn't make a difference! Throughout
history, tales of werewolves have gone around the country. And how did they
kill them each and every time? Silver bullets. That's the *only* way you
can kill a werewolf! Christ, if you people would rent Monster Squad, you'd
save time!"
Veruca grabbed a nearby chair and broke the leg off. "You, on the other hand,
could die if I simply jabbed this into your gut. Wanna try?" Veruca took
one step towards Willow. That's as close as she got. Six shots rang out and
Veruca fell, revealing Oz with a smoking gun standing behind her. He
swallowed hard and dropped the gun. Willow wasn't sure what to do. She
started to walk toward him but Oz stopped her with a wave of his hand.
"I just realized it a few days ago," said Oz. "I was stupid. I should have
thought of it sooner. I read about it in one of Giles' books back when I
first became a werewolf." Willow didn't know what to say. She stood
silently looking on at the man she loved. "I think I should go now." Oz
turned to leave.
"Oz?" Willow spoke finally.
Oz turned to her. "It's okay. I'll be back. It won't be long." Then he
left.
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Buffy laid in bed, her head bandaged. Willow brought a bowl of soup over to
her ailing friend. "So, you're sure you can handle the whole burying her
thing?" she asked weakly.
"Yeah," replied Willow. "It feels different now. I don't blame him anymore.
I kinda half understand why he did...everything." Willow took a spoonful of
the soup and fed it to Buffy. "Will, you don't have to do this. I can walk
and feed myself, I just feel a little groggy, that's all." Willow threw on
her resolve face. "Nonsense. I'm going to nurse you back to full Buffy
strength." Buffy smiled. "I love you." The red head smiled back. "I love
you too."
"Everything's going to be okay," Willow then sighed.
Buffy swallowed another spoonful of soup. She got the impression that Willow
was talking more to herself that time.
THE END
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