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• Schism (My December)

• Author name: Gymim
• Email address: Gymim@yahoo.com
• Website: http://www.oocities.org/gymim
• Feedback: Woot Woot! Please shoot any feedback my way an tell me what ya think (without trying to hurt my feelings please eheheh =))!!!! Gymim@yahoo.com
• Spoilers: None really

• Rating: PG-13 (Violance)

• Pairing: W/T

• Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Willow, Tara, Xander, Giles and all other characters who have appeared in the syndicated series Buffy The Vampire Slayer, together with the names, titles and back story are the sole copyright property of Joss Whedon, Fox and Mutant Enemy. Plus, all song quotes and lyrics are owned by people that aren’t the author. No copyright infringement was intended in the writing of this fan fiction. All other characters, the story idea, and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This story cannot be sold or used for profit in any way.

• Summary: This story is set in the Schism Universe, you can read Schism at http://www.oocities.org/gymim/fiction/htmlver1.htm. This story (My December) is set in an alt. universe where Buffy died fighting the Master and Willow became the Slayer and has been too busy being the Slayer and fighting baddies to even notice Tara romantically (But Tara still likes Willow). The Schism Universe is something that I have been working on for a while and this story is basically a pre-quel/backstory in the Schism universe. In this universe around second season Willow worked out a way to make it so she never had to sleep with the use of spells but eventually this has caught up with her, slowly driving her to mental instability. In season 4 of Buffy, Faith wakes up from her coma and attacks Buffy’s mom but Buffy saves the day. In the Schism Universe, the same thing happens but Willow doesn’t get home in time to save her parents. This is a story about one of Willows episodes from prolonged sleep deprivation where she relives part of her experience with Faith and her parents death. This story is basically set around the fifth season of the Buffy Universe

• Note: This fic is more violent than Schism is, hence PG-13.

Tara tapped her fingers on the wheel in time with the music as a new song that she had heard recently came onto the radio. A part of her let out an internal sigh at the lyrics that she felt where somewhat haunting. An inner part of the blonde drifted along with the melody as she turned on the main road back to the house she called home.

“Xander, hurry up with the keys, I need to set the groceries in the kitchen before the bags fall from my arms,” Anya said in her slight demanding voice that she normally carried. The young man was rifling through his pocket searching desperately for the key when finally he stumbled onto it in his pocket. Xander held up the possession in his hand triumphantly to his girlfriend who seemed more irked that he wasn’t using the item for its designed purpose than about the man’s cunning for finding it. Xander quickly took the queue from the blondes face and quickly unlocked the front door, letting Anya push past him grappling to keep the bags in her arm’s from dropping before reaching the kitchen.

Willow touched the side of her face and felt the warm blood gradually flow from her ear then brought her red stained fingers to her face, a surrealness playing about the sight. Slowly she turned from the image of her crimson laced hand to face the kitchen that she had assaulted earlier, plates strewn across the ground and food items splayed about from the refrigerator which lay on its side. As the Slayer observed the result of her aberrant behavior her mind clouded over again with another vision. Willow watched the real world drift away as she saw an image of Faith appear, standing up from her hunched over position, knife in hand. The red head could see the body of her mom behind the other Slayer. Willow reached out desperately for a weapon and gripped one of the knife’s that laid across the center counter island next to her and lunged forward. “No!” Willow screamed out.

Tara turned her vehicle into the house driveway and pulled up behind Xander’s car. The blonde rolled up her window and got out locking the car and noticed that the house door had been left open. Curiosity bit into her slightly as she approached the entrance, wondering if someone had arrived right before her just as she heard a yell from Willow inside the house followed quickly by a scream from Anya.

The ex-demoness felt the groceries leave her hands as Xander slammed into her side, carrying her just out of the way as Willow came careening out of the kitchen with a raised knife. Quickly, both Anya and Xander were on their feet, inching away from the red head whose face was curled up into a sharp sneer of disgust. Anya could hear Xander blurt out questions, trying to figure out what was wrong but she couldn’t pay attention, frozen from fear as Willow’s gaze never altered, stalking her like prey.

Willow watched as Faith inched herself backwards, her hands still coated in the blood she had taken from Willow’s mother. Te redhead inched herself around slightly in the living room that they were now in to cut off any escape route that the rouge Slayer my try to use as escape.

“What’s wrong red, an’t got the stomach for blood?” Faith asked in an almost laugh. Willow ground her teeth slightly.

“You didn’t have to do that Faith,” Willow said quietly as she moved slowly forward.

Tara quickly ran into the house and came to a sudden halt as she watched Willow, blood partly covering her cheek from her ear, slowly stalking Anya, mumbling lowly. The sorceress could see Xander trying to talk to Willow without any effect.

“Xander, get Anya out of here!” Tara yelled loudly.

Anya jerked her head up from Willow’s icy stare to Tara. As she felt herself suddenly being dragged away, Xander acting as a shield, she barley caught a glimpse of Willow turning to look at the young blonde.

Willow felt the world wash about her while her head began to spin. As everything whirled around, she could start to make out Tara standing like a solid figure in a ocean of thick liquid that felt like it was soaking into her bones. The Slayer let the knife fall from her fingers and stumbled forward to her friend. As she moved closer, Willow watched the face of her mother slowly slide over Tara’s, smiling softly down. With Willow’s last step her strength finally gave out and she fell to her knees, unable to hold herself up any longer. Looking up with tears streaming down her cheeks, she watched as the figure before her kneeled down and tenderly embraced her.

“I’m sorry mom, I never even told you why it all happened. I know I can’t be forgiven for what I’ve done to you. You don’t even know why it happened. I never even told you why…”

“It’s gunna be ok Willow,” Tara said in the most soothing voice she could muster as she stroked her hand through Willow’s hair, gently leaning the redhead onto her shoulder. “I forgive you Willow. It’s ok, I forgive you.”

Willow felt the real world coming to her again as her head started to clear. She listened as Tara spoke into her ear the exact same words that had been said the day the sorceress had found Faith dead, her body mutilated. Willow had tortured and eventually killed the rouge Slayer in response to the execution of Ira and Sheila Rosenburg and eventually collapsed onto the living room couch in tears. That day Tara had come in and seen the macabre setting of what had happened, of what Willow had done to another human in a fit of blind rage, and she had forgiven her. Part of Willow had died that day and she was sure that if Tara hadn’t been there, the rest of her would have died too.

This is my December, this is my time of the year

This is my December, this is all so clear

This is my December, this is my snow covered home

This is my December, this is me alone

My December – Linkin Park (Reanimation – Track 15)