backdated POV post
Title: When Everything Went Wrong
Where: Sunnydale
When: March 15 ( roughly six months prior to game time)
Who: Willow /Buffy (anyone else needs MOD APPROVAL)
What: Willow/Buffy’s differing POV of the events that happened to change Destiny
Willow had been standing there in the brightly lit bedroom she shared with her newly reunited girlfriend, Tara. Tara was so beautiful wearing a power blue sweater and a broomstick skirt she had gotten a week before. Willow laughed and smiled as they fluffed pillows to make the bed they shared. Willow was laughing when the unthinkable happened. Tara looked at Willow and said “Your shirt,” and then promptly fell to the floor.
Willow then fell to the floor to catch her dead girlfriend. She then called for Chaos and the god appeared in a rush of gray and white hazy storm clouds to tell her that there was nothing he could or would do, that Tara died by human means. Willow screamed and somehow sucked all the powers of that god into herself. She then left the body of Tara, and went to the Magic Box. There she ran into Anya, and there she magically drained every single book of every single magical power, spell, charm, curse etc from them. She then went to the hospital where Buffy lied dying from a bullet wound. In the operating room, she ordered the staff out, before she floated the bullet out of Buffy’s body.
“Such a small little thing caused so much damage.” Willow took the bullet magically into herself for later use. “Let’s go.” the following events were foggy , and yet no one could forget. Willow left Buffy and Xander in the middle of the desert with the car after finding that Warren had tricked her by using a robot.
Willow at last tracked him to Sunnydale woods. After he attempted to kill her she got even more enraged. Warren was becoming more, and more scared. Willow stood there, her eyes are ebony dark, and her power was throbbing, feeling almost like a tidal wave of anger.
“Irretite”,
Warren ran, desperately trying to get away from the pissed off witch. Suddenly numerous vines from several nearby trees whipped out and wrapped around his legs, then his wrists. He's trapped, spread-eagled between two trees. He looked around, panting, his eyes realizing he may be in trouble. He must have realized that he was out of his league.
Willow casually walked around a large ancient oak tree and approached Warren with a certain dark little grin. This was the moment where she made the choice to never turn back.
Willow spoke first, “ Cute tricks.”
“You're really asking for it, you know that?” Warren said to Willow with a voice that screamed the thought she was just nothing to be concerned with.
Willow looked at him, her face painted with a look of shock and righteous anger, “I'm asking for it?” She felt incredulous, unable to believe that he had the nerve to think she was asking for anything more then his blood on the ground.
“I'm gonna walk away from this. And when I do, you're gonna beg to go join your little girlfriend.” He screamed at Willow, the fear and panic had started to get to him.
“She wasn't your first,” Willow said as she frowned, realizing something important.
“Uh, first who?” Warren answered nervously, suddenly he knew she knew everything.
“Tara. She wasn't the first girl you killed.” Willow said, her lips pursing and eyes going flat.
“I don't know what you're talk-” Warren started to say as Willow suddenly cut him off with the word “Reveal!”
Willow spoke in a clear strong voice tinged with power. (Latin translation: "entangle") (more willow to come)