Run Away 1-2/?
Title: Run Away 1-2/?
Disclaimer: Joss
Summary: Willow can't take the pressure anymore.
Rating: R
Warning: Spoilers for BtVS S6
Chapter One "Intervention"
Lyrics in {} by Linkin Park
{I wanna run away
never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
no more lies
I wanna shut the door
and open up my mind}
"Shut UP, Xander! What the hell do you know anyway? You're always off screwing Anya so who are you to tell ME what I can and cannot do with my life?" Willow screamed at her maybe not best friend anymore after he'd gone off on her for the past twenty minutes. Along with Buffy and Giles and Anya.
"Willow, we're trying to help you. The magick is getting way out of hand." Buffy said, moving towards the redhead and extending a hand.
"Fuck off, B! I'm doing what I know is right for me, and the rest of you can't take it because I'm finally being something other than your little reliable Willow. Well, you know what? I'm not gonna be your reliable dog geyser person anymore. I'm not gonna do your research, and run your life while you deal with your ISSUES. I'm gonna run MY life, MY way, on MY terms." With that, Willow spun on her heel and raced from Giles' apartment into the Sunnydale night, leaving four astonished people behind.
)()()()(
Five, actually. Spike watched as she ran from the complex, red hair streaming, anger rolling off of her skin in palpable waves. "Well, well, well. The little witch finally did it. Good for her." the vampire said, lighting a fag and walking away.
)()()()()()(
"That's it. That is motherfucking it. I am leaving this godforsaken town behind. Screw THEM. They cannot treat me this way. I need to find out what's beyond Sunnydale. I need to find answers, truth, something other than what they LET me know." Willow muttered as she packed a knapsack, stuffing it with very few clothes, her book of shadows, some essential herbs...and the number for the magick user who'd approached her the other night.
That was what had started this whole thing off. She'd been in the Bronze with Amy and they'd been having a fine old time with their magick, making fun of lesser 'mortals' and a man had come up to them, apparently drawn by their magick.
Slightly paranoid of him at first, Willow had pulled Amy downstairs, but when he pushed the issue, she loosened up and let her energy flow freer that it ever had before.
There had been destruction that night. But there had also been joy, and freedom. And the repercussion had been something Willow was utterly unprepared for.
The betrayal of her closest friends, and whom she considered family.
Xander, Giles, Buffy. Even Anya had jumped on the 'let's intervene in Will's life' train. Well, screw them. All of them. I'm leaving. For good. And I'm gonna find out whats really out there."
Still utterly angry, she hefted the pack over her shoulder and left, not even stopping for a last glance around at the place she had once called home.
)()()()()(
Spike trailed the redhead until she got to the bus station and sat down, waiting for the next bus, apparently. Then he left, muttering something about stupid females. If he only knew.
)()()()()(
Twenty or so minutes later, a Greyhound pulled into the lot, chugging and sputtering various noxious fumes into the night air. Willow paid the driver for a one way ticket to L.A, then got on the bus and took a seat in the far back. Resoulutely, she slipped on the headphones for her cd player and turned the volume full blast.
{I wanna run away
never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
no more lies
I wanna shut the door
and open up my mind}
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Chapter Two "Changes"
Willow stepped off the bus just after midnight in L.A. She headed inside to the ATM machine where she withdrew enough cash from her checking account to pay for a room tonight and something to eat. On second thought, she went back and took out another hundred to pay for a cab. Good thing too, because as she stepped outside again, the witch heard a magnificent *CRACK* and *BOOM* and the heavens unleashed a torrential downpour.
The redhead ducked back under the overhang to wait for her cab. When it arrived 15 minutes later, she'd been accosted by several homeless people begging for change, and decided to shave her head. A bold and hasty decision, yes, but suitable for her new life as a powerful witch.
And Draco was going to make it happen. That was the warlock's name, the guy she and Amy had met in the Bronze. He'd written that on the back of the card, along with an L.A. number and address.
"Where to?" the cabbie asked, snapping her back into focus.
"Meadow Briar Inn, please." she replied. It was the only place that had a reservation open right now that wasn't a fleabag motel. Some big event was going on, apparently. She asked the driver to stop at a store so she could pick up some essentials, then he dropped her off in front of the Inn.
As she walked inside, Willow was slightly blown away by the cozy atmosphere. From the name, she'd expected something a bit more ostentatious, but no matter, it was a roof, and they had room service.
"Name, please?" the man behind the counter asked as she approached and said she had reserved a room.
"Calliope. Calliope James." Willow said quickly. Under pressure at the bus station, it was the only name that she could think of that offered her some measure of discretion. If the Scoobies thought she had gone to L.A. they'd definitely search under her real name. Not that she was that stupid. Or naive.
"Right this way, Ms. James." the concierge said, gesturing that he would take her bag after she'd paid for one night.
"It's Mrs.," she answered, figuring no one would be able to find her now.
"Right, sorry mum." the boy replied, obviously English. The accent reminded her of Spike's, and she trained her thoughts immediately on something else.
)()()()()(
Draconis Marquise McFadden watched as his young soon to be slave undressed and slid into bed. "Meadow Briar Inn, eh? She's got good taste." he said in a low voice to the man next to him.
Blond haired and blue eyed, Lindsey MacDonald was the picture of a handsome lawyer on his way up in the business. Unfortunately, his way of getting up there had involved a nasty vampire called Angel, a rogue Slayer, and his hand getting permanently removed from his body. Along with his permanent removal from Wolfram and Hart.
Sighing, he loosened his tie. It was gonna be a long night, and he didn't want to be around when the girl did something Draco wouldn't like.
"Mr. McFadden, I'm going to take my leave soon," at the look on the sorcerer's face, he added, "if you don't mind. Your shipment will be here at dawn, though. I made special arrangements."
The much older man next to him waved a hand at him, entranced at the picture of Willow sleeping. "Go, Lindsey. And please, call me Draco." As he said the words, the young lawyer shuddered and hastily made his way out of the house.
There were just some things that creeped him out to no end, and the way McFadden said his name was very high up on that list.
)()()()()(
It was a little after nine the next morning when Willow heard the knock at her door. "Hold on," she called as she scrambled to drag on clothing that she'd hastily shed before falling asleep last night.
Her red hair fell messily in her face as she opened the door. "Good morning Mrs. James. I've brought you breakfast. I thought you were a bit exhausted last night so I didn't know whether you would want to dine in the room downstairs with the rest of the guests." the boy from last night said quickly, blushing at her unkempt appearence.
Willow guessed he lived here, helping his parents run the place. He couldn't have been more than eighteen. Accepting the tray, she gave him a small tip and closed the door.
Sighing loudly, she set the tray on the floor and walked into the batroom. Food was not the first thought on her mind in the morning.
After taking care of the business that was, the hacker sat down in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection from all angles. Her long hair was tangled, and instead of combing it out, she instead picked up the complimentary pair of sewing scissors and began chopping off her long, beautiful, raven colored hair, just below the ear.
Twenty minutes later, Willow surveyed her handiwork. Not bad, for a pair of scissors that were made to fit in your purse. One of those teeny bags that you carried on prom or something.
It was really pointy, but Willow could defintitely fix that. Reaching by the commode *God, they have a phone in the BATHROOM?* she dialed room service and gave her request to the person on the other end.
Her tool promptly arrived and she buzzed the rest of her hair, save for two long strands that ran down the sides of her face, like angel's wings.
The girl in the mirror smiled, a calculating smile that stretched across her porcelain features.
And Willow Rosenberg laughed as she made her way into the bedroom to eat.
TBC.....
Disclaimer: Joss
Summary: Willow can't take the pressure anymore.
Rating: R
Warning: Spoilers for BtVS S6
Chapter One "Intervention"
Lyrics in {} by Linkin Park
{I wanna run away
never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
no more lies
I wanna shut the door
and open up my mind}
"Shut UP, Xander! What the hell do you know anyway? You're always off screwing Anya so who are you to tell ME what I can and cannot do with my life?" Willow screamed at her maybe not best friend anymore after he'd gone off on her for the past twenty minutes. Along with Buffy and Giles and Anya.
"Willow, we're trying to help you. The magick is getting way out of hand." Buffy said, moving towards the redhead and extending a hand.
"Fuck off, B! I'm doing what I know is right for me, and the rest of you can't take it because I'm finally being something other than your little reliable Willow. Well, you know what? I'm not gonna be your reliable dog geyser person anymore. I'm not gonna do your research, and run your life while you deal with your ISSUES. I'm gonna run MY life, MY way, on MY terms." With that, Willow spun on her heel and raced from Giles' apartment into the Sunnydale night, leaving four astonished people behind.
)()()()(
Five, actually. Spike watched as she ran from the complex, red hair streaming, anger rolling off of her skin in palpable waves. "Well, well, well. The little witch finally did it. Good for her." the vampire said, lighting a fag and walking away.
)()()()()()(
"That's it. That is motherfucking it. I am leaving this godforsaken town behind. Screw THEM. They cannot treat me this way. I need to find out what's beyond Sunnydale. I need to find answers, truth, something other than what they LET me know." Willow muttered as she packed a knapsack, stuffing it with very few clothes, her book of shadows, some essential herbs...and the number for the magick user who'd approached her the other night.
That was what had started this whole thing off. She'd been in the Bronze with Amy and they'd been having a fine old time with their magick, making fun of lesser 'mortals' and a man had come up to them, apparently drawn by their magick.
Slightly paranoid of him at first, Willow had pulled Amy downstairs, but when he pushed the issue, she loosened up and let her energy flow freer that it ever had before.
There had been destruction that night. But there had also been joy, and freedom. And the repercussion had been something Willow was utterly unprepared for.
The betrayal of her closest friends, and whom she considered family.
Xander, Giles, Buffy. Even Anya had jumped on the 'let's intervene in Will's life' train. Well, screw them. All of them. I'm leaving. For good. And I'm gonna find out whats really out there."
Still utterly angry, she hefted the pack over her shoulder and left, not even stopping for a last glance around at the place she had once called home.
)()()()()(
Spike trailed the redhead until she got to the bus station and sat down, waiting for the next bus, apparently. Then he left, muttering something about stupid females. If he only knew.
)()()()()(
Twenty or so minutes later, a Greyhound pulled into the lot, chugging and sputtering various noxious fumes into the night air. Willow paid the driver for a one way ticket to L.A, then got on the bus and took a seat in the far back. Resoulutely, she slipped on the headphones for her cd player and turned the volume full blast.
{I wanna run away
never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
no more lies
I wanna shut the door
and open up my mind}
------------
Chapter Two "Changes"
Willow stepped off the bus just after midnight in L.A. She headed inside to the ATM machine where she withdrew enough cash from her checking account to pay for a room tonight and something to eat. On second thought, she went back and took out another hundred to pay for a cab. Good thing too, because as she stepped outside again, the witch heard a magnificent *CRACK* and *BOOM* and the heavens unleashed a torrential downpour.
The redhead ducked back under the overhang to wait for her cab. When it arrived 15 minutes later, she'd been accosted by several homeless people begging for change, and decided to shave her head. A bold and hasty decision, yes, but suitable for her new life as a powerful witch.
And Draco was going to make it happen. That was the warlock's name, the guy she and Amy had met in the Bronze. He'd written that on the back of the card, along with an L.A. number and address.
"Where to?" the cabbie asked, snapping her back into focus.
"Meadow Briar Inn, please." she replied. It was the only place that had a reservation open right now that wasn't a fleabag motel. Some big event was going on, apparently. She asked the driver to stop at a store so she could pick up some essentials, then he dropped her off in front of the Inn.
As she walked inside, Willow was slightly blown away by the cozy atmosphere. From the name, she'd expected something a bit more ostentatious, but no matter, it was a roof, and they had room service.
"Name, please?" the man behind the counter asked as she approached and said she had reserved a room.
"Calliope. Calliope James." Willow said quickly. Under pressure at the bus station, it was the only name that she could think of that offered her some measure of discretion. If the Scoobies thought she had gone to L.A. they'd definitely search under her real name. Not that she was that stupid. Or naive.
"Right this way, Ms. James." the concierge said, gesturing that he would take her bag after she'd paid for one night.
"It's Mrs.," she answered, figuring no one would be able to find her now.
"Right, sorry mum." the boy replied, obviously English. The accent reminded her of Spike's, and she trained her thoughts immediately on something else.
)()()()()(
Draconis Marquise McFadden watched as his young soon to be slave undressed and slid into bed. "Meadow Briar Inn, eh? She's got good taste." he said in a low voice to the man next to him.
Blond haired and blue eyed, Lindsey MacDonald was the picture of a handsome lawyer on his way up in the business. Unfortunately, his way of getting up there had involved a nasty vampire called Angel, a rogue Slayer, and his hand getting permanently removed from his body. Along with his permanent removal from Wolfram and Hart.
Sighing, he loosened his tie. It was gonna be a long night, and he didn't want to be around when the girl did something Draco wouldn't like.
"Mr. McFadden, I'm going to take my leave soon," at the look on the sorcerer's face, he added, "if you don't mind. Your shipment will be here at dawn, though. I made special arrangements."
The much older man next to him waved a hand at him, entranced at the picture of Willow sleeping. "Go, Lindsey. And please, call me Draco." As he said the words, the young lawyer shuddered and hastily made his way out of the house.
There were just some things that creeped him out to no end, and the way McFadden said his name was very high up on that list.
)()()()()(
It was a little after nine the next morning when Willow heard the knock at her door. "Hold on," she called as she scrambled to drag on clothing that she'd hastily shed before falling asleep last night.
Her red hair fell messily in her face as she opened the door. "Good morning Mrs. James. I've brought you breakfast. I thought you were a bit exhausted last night so I didn't know whether you would want to dine in the room downstairs with the rest of the guests." the boy from last night said quickly, blushing at her unkempt appearence.
Willow guessed he lived here, helping his parents run the place. He couldn't have been more than eighteen. Accepting the tray, she gave him a small tip and closed the door.
Sighing loudly, she set the tray on the floor and walked into the batroom. Food was not the first thought on her mind in the morning.
After taking care of the business that was, the hacker sat down in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection from all angles. Her long hair was tangled, and instead of combing it out, she instead picked up the complimentary pair of sewing scissors and began chopping off her long, beautiful, raven colored hair, just below the ear.
Twenty minutes later, Willow surveyed her handiwork. Not bad, for a pair of scissors that were made to fit in your purse. One of those teeny bags that you carried on prom or something.
It was really pointy, but Willow could defintitely fix that. Reaching by the commode *God, they have a phone in the BATHROOM?* she dialed room service and gave her request to the person on the other end.
Her tool promptly arrived and she buzzed the rest of her hair, save for two long strands that ran down the sides of her face, like angel's wings.
The girl in the mirror smiled, a calculating smile that stretched across her porcelain features.
And Willow Rosenberg laughed as she made her way into the bedroom to eat.
TBC.....