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After the end	By : Eagleblaze Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Tara/Willow Views: 2350 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and characters dont belong to me, they belong to Joss. I'm simply using them to make a story. No profit at all is made from this.

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After days of preparing, Willow paused in front of the house she had lived in with Kennedy, her stomach rolling again. She took deep breaths, going up the steps. Grabbing the mail from the box before stopping at the door. She had to set the bags she was carrying down to open the door, retrieving them before stepping in. The house was still a mess as it had been when Kennedy took her and ran, the floors starting to smell of mold from the water that had been soaking it for days. Looking around, she shuddered, wanting to run right back out the door. But this was the only place she had to do this. There were no nearby neighbors - none that could hear screaming if there was any. {Guess Kennedy factored that in too…} She blinked, shaking the thoughts from her mind. She went over to the table, setting the spell book up so she could see it from the floor. Then she went a little ways back, screwing the metal handle she had bought into the floor tightly. She took a deep breath, pulling out the chains and shackles she had gotten. She was certain this process would be painful, and she didn't want to end up backing out. She hooked the chain through the handle, shackling both her arms behind her securely. Willow took a deep breath again, starting to read the words off the page of the spell book. She had decided that just binding her magic would be too risky, so she decided on draining it from her body. As soon as the last word was out of her mouth, her jaws were forced open by an invisible force. She could feel the magic rushing through her body, pulling itself from every corner of her body, an intense burning feeling starting at her toes, growing in intensity as it travelled higher. When she started to scream in pain, thrashing against the chains, light started to fly out of her mouth, eyes, ears and nose. She screamed louder, her head thrown back in agony, her arms straining against the chains. Windows and lightbulbs shattered, broken glass raining down on her. When the light stopped, the room spun, and she fell to the ground limply.

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When Willow opened her eyes, she found that she wasn't in the house anymore. In fact, where she was it was very dark and foggy. She groaned, her head swimming painfully. She found that she wasn't chained anymore either, and pushed herself up with a grimace. {Am I dead?} She thought with a frown, squinting as she looked around. {The spell wasn't supposed to kill me..} She gulped, fear knotting her stomach. After Kennedy, she certainly didnt want to be in the living world.. But this didn't look like any heaven. {Though, of course,} She thought in terror, taking small steps forward. {I have killed two people - and a warlock. What did I expect?} Also due to Kennedy, she had developed a severe fear of pitch black areas, since sometimes when Kennedy got mad at her, she would hog tie her and throw her in the closet for hours, sometimes banging on or kicking the door. Sometimes, Kennedy would even cover the floor of the closest with frozen peas or sharp pebbles. A couple times, she had even put a defanged tarantula or frogs in with her. Willow shuddered at the memory, her fear heightening. Were there frogs and tarantulas here? She noticed that wherever she was, she was naked, when a cold breeze whipped through and her bare feet sloshed in mud. Was this some sort of hell dimension? She had always imagined hell would be worse than this. Willow silently cursed herself for jinxing it as some oozing creature jumped out, its slimey hand shockingly hard when it struck her face, knocking her down into the mud before grabbing her. She shrieked, flailing against it as it started to walk, grunting in her ear.

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Greg climbed out of his truck with a grumble, grabbing the bag of mail before ascending the stairs of the large house.
"You could've been anything.. But here you are delivering mail to rich people.." He grumbled to himself, frowning to see the mailbox was still full as it had been for days. It had been full for a while before that, but a couple days ago it had been emptied, so he assumed the residents just came home from a vacation or something. Slightly concerned, he went to the door, gasping to see the window broken. Looking in, he saw a redhead laying limply on the floor of the trashed house, shackled to something metal on the floor, blood under her nose. Eyes wide, he pulled out his phone to dial 911.
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