Willow Power
BuffyFic by the BuffyOtaku
Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I do not now, never did, never will, own anything remotely
related to B:TVS, except the plots to my stories. DO don't sue me. Fanfiction is a form of
flattery.
Special thanks to my betareader, Suricata. She's so damn spiffy!
This is not naughtyfic! How odd...I got my mind out of the gutter!
And look at all the !'s...!
"Any team can beat any other team on a given Sunday."
-- Jesse "the Body" Ventura
"You know," Willow said as she stood up. "I'm tired. I think I'll go home now." She
threw her jacket on over her shoulders, turned away from the sofas, and headed for the door.
Xander and Cordelia, she noted, hadn't heard her leave. They were too busy making with the
face sucking. They hadn't stopped since Cordie had tackled that vampire in the cemetary earlier,
pinning it on top of Xander. When it had exploded, they'd liplocked, and they were still --ew--
there.
She ran a hand through her bobbed red hair, and scanned the room for Oz. There he
was, standing in line for the potty. Just then, the musicians finished their set, and the jukebox
kicked into life. A slow, haunting melody rose out of the speakers, and couples paired off to
dance, Xander and Cordelia included.
Willow sighed. True, she wasn't in love with Xander anymore, and she was happy
with Oz, but, occasionally, seeing him with another girl still stung.
Oz. Now there was another problem. How could he have even thought that she
would find the fact that he was repeating his senior year "cute." Cute? Shyeah, right. Like
a care bear with fangs. And he had kept harping on it all day, which was why she'd come to the
Bronze without him, and only met up with him to slay. And also why she would leave without
him.
Oz had felt someone watching him while he was in line for the john. He turned as he
finally got through the door, but all he saw was a blur of red hair under the flashing neon EXIT
sign.
Willow felt for her cross and her vial of holy water in her pocket, and tugged her new
green leather jacket tighter around her, tying it around her waist, before turning right down the
alley and heading for home.
She did her best to keep alert and not get caught up in her thoughts. "'Cause that
would be stupid." she muttered, "You know, 'cause, with the dead people." Willow was actually
doing her best to stay on well-lighted streets. She turned down Lily Lane, and quickened her
pace a bit, still fingering her slaying gear in the big front pocket of the coat.
The walk down Lily was a bit of a long one, six blocks at least, and she tried to keep
herself calm. "Buffy didn't ever have problems like this!" she said, to herself. "Oz has to repeat
his senior year, because he spent all summer fighting vampires with me and Xander, Xander and
Cordie are too busy smootching to pay attention to me, and Buffy is still gone." She passed
Giles' street, and briefly considered going to see him. "Well, his lights are still on...nah. He's
probably calling people looking for Buffy."
She buried her hands deeper into her pockets and kept walking. "This is going to be a
depressing school year if it's going to be this way..."
Click. Click.
Willow spun on her heel, brandishing a plain wooden cross and stake in her right
hand. She fumbled with them, trying to get one item in each hand, and looked around anxiously
for the source of the noise. Nothing was there behind her, so she turned, keeping one hand on
the cross and another on her stake. "Great, just what I need."
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Willow abruptly turned right down her alley, breaking into a dead run and
immediately admonishing herself for plunging full-speed into total darkness. She was at a
disadvantage in this alley....because vampires had night vision. Angel, she remembered, had told
her once that he could see better at night then she probably could during the daytime.
Click.Click.Click.Click.Click.Click.
Grimacing at the burning building up in her lungs, she ran for the back gate of her
yard, silently hoping that her dad had fixed the motion sensing floodlights in the back yard.
Click.Click.Click.Click.Click.Click.Click.Click.Click.Click.
She yanked the gate open, and ran for the door of her house. The lights came on,
though. Bless you, Dad!
But Willow didn't make it. Her feet were dragged out from under her, and she hit the
ground with a dull thud. Her hand closed around the cross in her pocket, and she whipped it out
in front of her. Her enemy shrank back with a snarl.
"Oooooh....Naughty girl." Drusilla purred, averting her eyes from the object.
Willow stood, still holding the cross up in front of her. She examined the vampiress
closely.
She was stunningly beautiful, Willow remembered that much from their encounter in
the library at the end of last year. And deadly. Her blood-red dress set off her black hair and
pale skin beautifully. Willow also noticed the psycholoony's ultra-sharp fingernails and
remembered what happened to Kendra. No prolonged eye contact, she said to herself.
"Hello, Drusilla." Willow fought to keep her voice level, fought not to betray the blind
fear that crept up in the back of her throat, threatening to choke her.
"Little birdie, come home with me...." she crooned. "I'll put you in a gilded cage, and
take care of you, and you'll never fly away again..."
"I am home." She gestured to the house. "This is my home." Maybe, Willow
reasoned, she could talk the crazy bitca out of it....
"But I have sweets, and music, and Miss Edith would love you so.....come home with
me, and I'll take care of you. You could be my little princess, and I would bring you..."Drusilla
abruptly started shaking angrily, her hands clenched into claws on either side of her head, and
her voice trembled with unresloved anger. "......flowers, and cake, and eggs, and honey....."
With a cry, she lunged at Willow.
Willow still had the cross up, and as it came in contact with her enemy's skin, it sizzled
and bubbled. Smoke rose off of Drusilla, and she flew back, stung. Willow ripped her pocket
digging the stake out, but managed to get it out in front of her.
She groaned inwardly and tried to make a plan. Drusilla had planted herself between
Willow and the door to the house, so running straight for it wasn't a plan...or was it? If she could
run by, and chuck some holy water that way as she passed, she might make it. Willow felt in her
back pocket for her keys.
Oh, shit! No keys!! Now what?
Drusilla stood slowly, and smiled. "You've been a very bad birdie...maybe I'll just
have you for a snack, instead..." she lunged for her prey again.
Without thinking, Willow lifted her right leg up into the air and pointed it at Drusilla's
jaw.
It connected with a loud CRACK.
Drusilla crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
And Willow ran out of the yard and into the night, back to the Bronze for her keys.
"I can't believe I left them on the table!"
"Hey, Willow!" Oz said. He was finally getting back to the sofas from the bathroom.
Xander and Cordie were still kissing, and Willow was sitting cross-legged on the big pink
armcahir, watching the crowd, just as he'd left them half an hour ago. He couldn't believe there'd
been a line inside the pee-a-torium too. "Where'd you go?" He slid an arm around
Willow's waist and nuzzled her cheek. He paused for a moment, sniffing her face.
"Hon, you smell like," (sniff sniff) "dirt."
"I kinda got into a fight on the way home. Well, actually, at home. In my back yard."
Xander and Cordie came up for air at the mention of the word "fight." "What? With
who?" he asked.
"Uhhh...Drusilla?" she said sheepishly.
"What!?! Are you okay?" Cordelia asked. She got off of the couch and moved to the
chair, carefully inspecting Willow's face and arms. "Nothing's broken or anything, right?"
"No, I'm fine, guys, really." She smiled. "I just got lucky, is all."
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