Title: Willow the Vampire Slayer Fandom: Buffy Willow the Vampire Slayer Characters/Pairing(s): Willow, Giles, Xander, Jesse Rating: PG Warnings: --- Word Count: 1500~ish
[Willow the Vampire Slayer] Willow gasped and sat up, her heart racing. She shivered, looking around in case the shadowy figures from her nightmares had followed her into the real world.
Her room held plenty of shadows in the pre-dawn gloom, but none that moved or had sharp, gleaming teeth.
Satisfied that all was well, Willow snuggled back into her pillow and tried to catch some more sleep before school.
Nightmares were exhausting.
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"Willow!"
"Xander!" Willow brightened, smiling at her approaching friends. "And Jesse. Good morning."
"Willow, important question," Jesse said.
"I'm listening."
"Did you do the math homework?"
Willow sighed. "You know you'll never get the hang of it if you keep copying my answers."
"True," Jesse agreed, slinging an arm around her shoulder. "But not helpful for today's problem which is that I don't have my math homework."
Willow turned to Xander. "And you? Did you do the homework?"
Xander gave her his best innocent look. "I did."
Willow frowned.
Xander winced and ducked his head. "I tried? I really did, but it didn't make sense and then my dad--Well. I tried."
Xander fell silent and Willow exchanged a look with Jesse. They knew all about Xander's dad, but Xander didn't want them to do anything about it even though Willow had offered to tell her parents or a teacher in Xander's place.
"I guess I'll let you copy my homework," she said, continuing a little louder to be heard over Jesse and Xander's whooping, "IF you both study with me for an hour after school. In the library."
[continued:]The library was Willow's refuge on days when Cordelia and her gang were particularly vicious, and her home away from home on practically any other day. Today, though, Willow stopped short the moment the double doors swung shut behind her.
Most of the table she usually sat at and the floor space around it were packed with cardboard boxes. Some of them were stacked up on the counter and Willow could see a few of them in the librarian's office, too.
"Um. Hello? Miss Carlisle?"
A man popped up from behind the counter, glasses slightly askew. "Oh, hello there."
"You're not Miss Carlisle."
"No."
They stared at each other for a moment and then started speaking at the same time.
"Sorry, is the library closed? I can come back--"
"Sorry, I'm Rupert Giles, the new librarian."
Willow recovered first. "The new librarian? Did something happen to Miss Carlisle?"
"Oh." Mr. Giles took off his glasses and started polishing them on his shirt. "I'm not altogether sure, but I've only just arrived. The position opened up suddenly and I haven't had a chance to actually talk to anyone other than Mr. Flutie."
"Oh. Well, I guess I can--or do you need help? I always helped Miss Carlisle. I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg."
"Miss Rosenberg." Mr. Giles gave her a strange look. "Your name actually did come up earlier."
"It did?" For a second, Willow was filled with dread. What had Mr. Flutie said about her? She was on top of her classes and she volunteered in the library and on parent-teacher-nights. She ran the computer club and was a member of the chess club (and, unofficially, the 'we-hate-Cordelia Club').
"Yes, I've been expecting you. Come with me."
Willow hesitated for a moment and then shook her head at her own silliness. He was the new librarian, that put him practically on the same step as a teacher. What was he going to do - take her into the back and murder her?
She followed Mr. Giles to the office where he dug into one of his boxes. He came up with a large, leather-bound tome that he held out to her.
Willow looked down at the cover and gasped. "But that…"
"Nightmares," Mr. Giles said. "As I suspected."
"How did you know? How do you have that?" Willow asked, pointing at the book she'd seen in her nightmares.
"Miss Rosenberg. Willow." Mr. Giles set down the book. "The world is so much older than anyone knows. For eons, demons and monsters walked the earth. But for as long as there have been demons there has been the slayer. Into every generation a slayer is born, a chosen one, one girl in all the world. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness."
Willow gasped. Those words - it was like they were echoes from her nightmares.
Chosen one. Slayer. Vampire.
Willow clutched her bag to her chest, the fabric creaking and tearing in her grasp. "What's going on?"
"You're the slayer, Willow."
Willow shook her head. "No." It couldn't be real.
Mr. Giles just looked at her.
"No," Willow said again. Monsters didn't exist.
"Have you never wondered," Mr. Giles said mildly, "why so many people disappear in this town? Why so many people suffer freak accidents… involving barbecue forks? Why so many corpses vanish before they can be buried?"
Willow was still shaking her head, but her denial was mostly by rote. She had wondered - so many people who were just gone from one day to the next, so many people who died young, so many people who refused to go outside after dark.
"How?"
Mr. Giles gestured to the chair and Willow gratefully sank down. "As I said, into every generation, a slayer is born. Just one girl who has the power to take on demons, vampires, ghouls, ghosts... It's a dangerous calling, and when one slayer dies, another is called."
"So the last one died?" Willow clamped her mouth shut, a little embarrassed at how high-pitched her voice got on the last work, but mostly worried about the answer.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"But I'm not--I can't fight. I don't know how!"
"That's why I'm here. Every slayer has a watcher, someone who researches, who trains her and supports her." Mr. Giles put a cup of tea down in front of her, and a steel bar. "Pick it up."
Willow glanced uncertainly from the tea cup to the steel bar.
"Pick it up and try to bend it."
Willow hesitantly picked up the steel bar and grasped both ends. "Seriously, it's not gonna--"
"Try it, Willow." There was a hint of steel in his voice.
"Okay." Willow gave it her best shot - and almost fell from the chair when the steel bar bent nearly in half."Oh my goodness."
Mr. Giles gently took the steel bar from her hands and handed her the tea cup. "Small sips, dear." He patted her shoulder. "Let yourself believe."
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Willow stood at the bar of the Bronze watching Cordelia tow away the new girl. She'd been nice to Willow for all of one day, and Willow had hoped to finally make a female friend, but of course that wouldn't happen now that Cordelia had gotten her claws into her.
Willow sighed.
"Why so sad?"
Willow looked up into warm brown eyes and a smiling face. "Oh. Just… things, you know?"
"Oh, I know." The guy leaned a little closer than strictly necessary. "Can I get you something to drink?"
Willow looked down, biting her lip. The ice cold feeling in her soul and the tingle on the back of her neck told her that the guy was one of them - a vampire. Mr. Giles had been teacher her to recognize them by feeling. He'd be proud to hear she identified this one practically the moment he approached her.
"I can back off if--"
"No! I'm just not that thirsty."
"I am… but maybe I can treat you to some ice cream instead?"
Willow smiled. "Really? But they don't have ice cream here."
"I have a car."
Willow kept smiling. "You do? There is an ice cream parlor on Main."
"Shall we?"
Willow nodded and followed him outside.
#
Five minutes later Willow brushed the dust off her purple tights and gave Xander a thumbs up when he came stumbling into the alley behind the Bronze.
"Oh, thank god. I saw you leave with that guy and - he's all dust?"
"Yup."
"Cool. You done for tonight? Jesse it waiting out front."
Willow nodded and they started towards the front of the building. "I can walk you home if you're down with the cemetery route."
"I'll take the slayer escort, even if it stops along every cemetery in town."
"Did I hear Slayer escort?" Jesse fell into step with them. "I'm down with that."
"How did it go with Cordelia tonight?"
Jesse made a pained noise. "Don't remind me. She shot me down with words sharper than a straight razor, and in front of the new girl, too."
Willow sighed. "I talked to the new girl yesterday - she was kind of nice."
Xander shrugged. "Guess she's part of Cordelia's posse now. And really, with a name like Buffy, she'll fit right in with them."
"I guess."
Willow still thought it would have been nice to have a female friend, but she really couldn't complain. Xander and Jesse were great friends - and they hadn't run for the hills when the whole Slayer thing came out after her first official slay. Mr. Giles wasn't too happy about them knowing, but he hadn't forbidden her from being friends with them.
Willow smiled an linked arms with her boys. "Hey, do you want to get some ice cream on the way to Hillcrest Cemetery?"
Fandom: Buffy Willow the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing(s): Willow, Giles, Xander, Jesse
Rating: PG
Warnings: ---
Word Count: 1500~ish
[Willow the Vampire Slayer]
Willow gasped and sat up, her heart racing. She shivered, looking around in case the shadowy figures from her nightmares had followed her into the real world.
Her room held plenty of shadows in the pre-dawn gloom, but none that moved or had sharp, gleaming teeth.
Satisfied that all was well, Willow snuggled back into her pillow and tried to catch some more sleep before school.
Nightmares were exhausting.
#
"Willow!"
"Xander!" Willow brightened, smiling at her approaching friends. "And Jesse. Good morning."
"Willow, important question," Jesse said.
"I'm listening."
"Did you do the math homework?"
Willow sighed. "You know you'll never get the hang of it if you keep copying my answers."
"True," Jesse agreed, slinging an arm around her shoulder. "But not helpful for today's problem which is that I don't have my math homework."
Willow turned to Xander. "And you? Did you do the homework?"
Xander gave her his best innocent look. "I did."
Willow frowned.
Xander winced and ducked his head. "I tried? I really did, but it didn't make sense and then my dad--Well. I tried."
Xander fell silent and Willow exchanged a look with Jesse. They knew all about Xander's dad, but Xander didn't want them to do anything about it even though Willow had offered to tell her parents or a teacher in Xander's place.
"I guess I'll let you copy my homework," she said, continuing a little louder to be heard over Jesse and Xander's whooping, "IF you both study with me for an hour after school. In the library."
#
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Most of the table she usually sat at and the floor space around it were packed with cardboard boxes. Some of them were stacked up on the counter and Willow could see a few of them in the librarian's office, too.
"Um. Hello? Miss Carlisle?"
A man popped up from behind the counter, glasses slightly askew. "Oh, hello there."
"You're not Miss Carlisle."
"No."
They stared at each other for a moment and then started speaking at the same time.
"Sorry, is the library closed? I can come back--"
"Sorry, I'm Rupert Giles, the new librarian."
Willow recovered first. "The new librarian? Did something happen to Miss Carlisle?"
"Oh." Mr. Giles took off his glasses and started polishing them on his shirt. "I'm not altogether sure, but I've only just arrived. The position opened up suddenly and I haven't had a chance to actually talk to anyone other than Mr. Flutie."
"Oh. Well, I guess I can--or do you need help? I always helped Miss Carlisle. I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg."
"Miss Rosenberg." Mr. Giles gave her a strange look. "Your name actually did come up earlier."
"It did?" For a second, Willow was filled with dread. What had Mr. Flutie said about her? She was on top of her classes and she volunteered in the library and on parent-teacher-nights. She ran the computer club and was a member of the chess club (and, unofficially, the 'we-hate-Cordelia Club').
"Yes, I've been expecting you. Come with me."
Willow hesitated for a moment and then shook her head at her own silliness. He was the new librarian, that put him practically on the same step as a teacher. What was he going to do - take her into the back and murder her?
She followed Mr. Giles to the office where he dug into one of his boxes. He came up with a large, leather-bound tome that he held out to her.
Willow looked down at the cover and gasped. "But that…"
"Nightmares," Mr. Giles said. "As I suspected."
"How did you know? How do you have that?" Willow asked, pointing at the book she'd seen in her nightmares.
"Miss Rosenberg. Willow." Mr. Giles set down the book. "The world is so much older than anyone knows. For eons, demons and monsters walked the earth. But for as long as there have been demons there has been the slayer. Into every generation a slayer is born, a chosen one, one girl in all the world. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness."
Willow gasped. Those words - it was like they were echoes from her nightmares.
Chosen one. Slayer. Vampire.
Willow clutched her bag to her chest, the fabric creaking and tearing in her grasp. "What's going on?"
"You're the slayer, Willow."
Willow shook her head. "No." It couldn't be real.
Mr. Giles just looked at her.
"No," Willow said again. Monsters didn't exist.
"Have you never wondered," Mr. Giles said mildly, "why so many people disappear in this town? Why so many people suffer freak accidents… involving barbecue forks? Why so many corpses vanish before they can be buried?"
Willow was still shaking her head, but her denial was mostly by rote. She had wondered - so many people who were just gone from one day to the next, so many people who died young, so many people who refused to go outside after dark.
"How?"
Mr. Giles gestured to the chair and Willow gratefully sank down. "As I said, into every generation, a slayer is born. Just one girl who has the power to take on demons, vampires, ghouls, ghosts... It's a dangerous calling, and when one slayer dies, another is called."
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"So the last one died?" Willow clamped her mouth shut, a little embarrassed at how high-pitched her voice got on the last work, but mostly worried about the answer.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"But I'm not--I can't fight. I don't know how!"
"That's why I'm here. Every slayer has a watcher, someone who researches, who trains her and supports her." Mr. Giles put a cup of tea down in front of her, and a steel bar. "Pick it up."
Willow glanced uncertainly from the tea cup to the steel bar.
"Pick it up and try to bend it."
Willow hesitantly picked up the steel bar and grasped both ends. "Seriously, it's not gonna--"
"Try it, Willow." There was a hint of steel in his voice.
"Okay." Willow gave it her best shot - and almost fell from the chair when the steel bar bent nearly in half."Oh my goodness."
Mr. Giles gently took the steel bar from her hands and handed her the tea cup. "Small sips, dear." He patted her shoulder. "Let yourself believe."
#
Willow stood at the bar of the Bronze watching Cordelia tow away the new girl. She'd been nice to Willow for all of one day, and Willow had hoped to finally make a female friend, but of course that wouldn't happen now that Cordelia had gotten her claws into her.
Willow sighed.
"Why so sad?"
Willow looked up into warm brown eyes and a smiling face. "Oh. Just… things, you know?"
"Oh, I know." The guy leaned a little closer than strictly necessary. "Can I get you something to drink?"
Willow looked down, biting her lip. The ice cold feeling in her soul and the tingle on the back of her neck told her that the guy was one of them - a vampire. Mr. Giles had been teacher her to recognize them by feeling. He'd be proud to hear she identified this one practically the moment he approached her.
"I can back off if--"
"No! I'm just not that thirsty."
"I am… but maybe I can treat you to some ice cream instead?"
Willow smiled. "Really? But they don't have ice cream here."
"I have a car."
Willow kept smiling. "You do? There is an ice cream parlor on Main."
"Shall we?"
Willow nodded and followed him outside.
#
Five minutes later Willow brushed the dust off her purple tights and gave Xander a thumbs up when he came stumbling into the alley behind the Bronze.
"Oh, thank god. I saw you leave with that guy and - he's all dust?"
"Yup."
"Cool. You done for tonight? Jesse it waiting out front."
Willow nodded and they started towards the front of the building. "I can walk you home if you're down with the cemetery route."
"I'll take the slayer escort, even if it stops along every cemetery in town."
"Did I hear Slayer escort?" Jesse fell into step with them. "I'm down with that."
"How did it go with Cordelia tonight?"
Jesse made a pained noise. "Don't remind me. She shot me down with words sharper than a straight razor, and in front of the new girl, too."
Willow sighed. "I talked to the new girl yesterday - she was kind of nice."
Xander shrugged. "Guess she's part of Cordelia's posse now. And really, with a name like Buffy, she'll fit right in with them."
"I guess."
Willow still thought it would have been nice to have a female friend, but she really couldn't complain. Xander and Jesse were great friends - and they hadn't run for the hills when the whole Slayer thing came out after her first official slay. Mr. Giles wasn't too happy about them knowing, but he hadn't forbidden her from being friends with them.
Willow smiled an linked arms with her boys. "Hey, do you want to get some ice cream on the way to Hillcrest Cemetery?"
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