Warrior's Trial
Summary: Windsor has a new toy to play with.
Standing on the step in front of the house, Willow pressed the doorbell and waited for a response. She knew Xander would be home alone, his parents were at their weekly marriage counselling session, something that it appeared was rather futile. She had been a Vampire for a night and day and already she saw the world in a completely different light, or rather a different darkness.
“Yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming,” shouted Xander through the door, as Willow pushed the button for the doorbell once again.
“Oh, hey Will. Why didn’t you just come in? You haven’t had to ring the bell since we were about 11,” said Xander, obviously surprised at seeing Willow stood on the doorstep.
“Oh, I don’t know, it just felt kind of weird coming in without being invited,” said Willow, trying to suppress a smile.
“Well, in true Sunnydale tradition, I invite you into my humble abode,” replied Xander, shivering as a cold draft crawled it’s way down his spine.
Stepping into the house, Willow stood for a moment, slowly letting a smile cross her face. Then as she turned round to face Xander, she let her true demonic visage take itÂ’s place.
“You always were stupid Xander,” she said as Xander locked the door.
“Holy Jesus! Willow!” exclaimed Xander as he turned round, experiencing a sudden flurry of emotions that threatened to over power him and break him down. Fear. Despair. Anger.
“This, this can’t be happening, it can’t, it has to be a dream, a nightmare,” said Xander, pinching himself to try and wake up.
Willow laughed and took a step forward so she was stood right in front of XanderÂ’s face.
“This isn’t a dream Xander, this is the new me. The real me,”
“No. It’s not you. It’s the demon. It looks like you, it sounds like you, b-but it’s not you,” replied Xander, already sweating profusely.
“That’s what Giles wanted us to believe. He said that, but it was a lie, I am me, I’m more me now than I ever was before,” she said, smiling as she rubbed her hands up and down Xander’s chest.
“Now lay down and let’s play doctors and nurses one last time,” she added, pushing Xander to the floor. Trying to get up, Xander put his hand on the coffee table to try and steady himself, but a blow to the head from Willow’s foot soon stopped that.
“That’s the anaesthetic administered. I’ll just get a knife and I can begin surgery,” she said out loud to herself as she opened a draw in the kitchen.
* * *
Sitting in the library with Giles the next night, Buffy was extremely worried. Nobody had seen Willow, or Xander for at least two nights, which was very unusual. The three of them were never usually out of contact very long, even if it was only a quick phone-call. Buffy had tried phoning WillowÂ’s house and had gotten no reply. It was the same story with XanderÂ’s house.
“I want to go to Xander’s house and see if he is there,” said Buffy, knowing that her fear was, in fact, rather rash.
“Really, I don’t think there is any need, but if you insist, I’ll give you a lift and we can make sure they are ok,” replied Giles, assuming that in true teenage fashion they had probably just forgotten to call.
* * *
Admiring what she had done, Willow took a photograph, knowing Windsor would be proud.
She had eviscerated Xander and then taken his lifeless body and placed it in the middle of the dining table. Then, taking plates from the kitchen, she had laid them on the table and put his bowels on the plates. Chopping off his fingers and toes she had placed them on smaller plates. They would be the starter course.
Blood covered the room and it was a sight that would make most humans, and a lot of demons ill, but Willow in her vampiric persona loved it. She relished the sight of what she had done and had enjoyed every moment of it.
Half way through creating her masterpiece, XanderÂ’s parents coming home had interrupted her. But she had taken advantage of this. She fed from them, draining their blood and making a real meal out of it. Then, she had sat them down at the table where the plates were and finished off her work.
Pinning the instant photograph up to the wall, she wrote beneath it, ‘A Family Meal, by Willow Rosenberg, artist and vampire’.
Smiling to herself, she took another photograph so that she could show Windsor, then left before somebody, probably Buffy, got there and discovered the masterpiece.
* * *
“Excellent work!” exclaimed Windsor as he looked at the photo.
“You like my art work?” asked Willow in a hopeful tone.
“Yes Willow, I love it…you’re going to be one vicious bitch, I can tell,” replied Windsor, smiling at his creation.
“I can’t wait until the slayer discovers this. It will break her. One friend slaughtered by another to please her mortal enemy. Rather poetic really,” mused Windsor.
“And if that doesn’t break her, killing Willow will. Killing her best friend will be quite disturbing for her, and quite joyous for me,” added Windsor in his mind. He would let Willow think she was useful to him, she had been useful, but her ultimate use was yet to come.
© Matthew Smith, 2003
“Yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming,” shouted Xander through the door, as Willow pushed the button for the doorbell once again.
“Oh, hey Will. Why didn’t you just come in? You haven’t had to ring the bell since we were about 11,” said Xander, obviously surprised at seeing Willow stood on the doorstep.
“Oh, I don’t know, it just felt kind of weird coming in without being invited,” said Willow, trying to suppress a smile.
“Well, in true Sunnydale tradition, I invite you into my humble abode,” replied Xander, shivering as a cold draft crawled it’s way down his spine.
Stepping into the house, Willow stood for a moment, slowly letting a smile cross her face. Then as she turned round to face Xander, she let her true demonic visage take itÂ’s place.
“You always were stupid Xander,” she said as Xander locked the door.
“Holy Jesus! Willow!” exclaimed Xander as he turned round, experiencing a sudden flurry of emotions that threatened to over power him and break him down. Fear. Despair. Anger.
“This, this can’t be happening, it can’t, it has to be a dream, a nightmare,” said Xander, pinching himself to try and wake up.
Willow laughed and took a step forward so she was stood right in front of XanderÂ’s face.
“This isn’t a dream Xander, this is the new me. The real me,”
“No. It’s not you. It’s the demon. It looks like you, it sounds like you, b-but it’s not you,” replied Xander, already sweating profusely.
“That’s what Giles wanted us to believe. He said that, but it was a lie, I am me, I’m more me now than I ever was before,” she said, smiling as she rubbed her hands up and down Xander’s chest.
“Now lay down and let’s play doctors and nurses one last time,” she added, pushing Xander to the floor. Trying to get up, Xander put his hand on the coffee table to try and steady himself, but a blow to the head from Willow’s foot soon stopped that.
“That’s the anaesthetic administered. I’ll just get a knife and I can begin surgery,” she said out loud to herself as she opened a draw in the kitchen.
* * *
Sitting in the library with Giles the next night, Buffy was extremely worried. Nobody had seen Willow, or Xander for at least two nights, which was very unusual. The three of them were never usually out of contact very long, even if it was only a quick phone-call. Buffy had tried phoning WillowÂ’s house and had gotten no reply. It was the same story with XanderÂ’s house.
“I want to go to Xander’s house and see if he is there,” said Buffy, knowing that her fear was, in fact, rather rash.
“Really, I don’t think there is any need, but if you insist, I’ll give you a lift and we can make sure they are ok,” replied Giles, assuming that in true teenage fashion they had probably just forgotten to call.
* * *
Admiring what she had done, Willow took a photograph, knowing Windsor would be proud.
She had eviscerated Xander and then taken his lifeless body and placed it in the middle of the dining table. Then, taking plates from the kitchen, she had laid them on the table and put his bowels on the plates. Chopping off his fingers and toes she had placed them on smaller plates. They would be the starter course.
Blood covered the room and it was a sight that would make most humans, and a lot of demons ill, but Willow in her vampiric persona loved it. She relished the sight of what she had done and had enjoyed every moment of it.
Half way through creating her masterpiece, XanderÂ’s parents coming home had interrupted her. But she had taken advantage of this. She fed from them, draining their blood and making a real meal out of it. Then, she had sat them down at the table where the plates were and finished off her work.
Pinning the instant photograph up to the wall, she wrote beneath it, ‘A Family Meal, by Willow Rosenberg, artist and vampire’.
Smiling to herself, she took another photograph so that she could show Windsor, then left before somebody, probably Buffy, got there and discovered the masterpiece.
* * *
“Excellent work!” exclaimed Windsor as he looked at the photo.
“You like my art work?” asked Willow in a hopeful tone.
“Yes Willow, I love it…you’re going to be one vicious bitch, I can tell,” replied Windsor, smiling at his creation.
“I can’t wait until the slayer discovers this. It will break her. One friend slaughtered by another to please her mortal enemy. Rather poetic really,” mused Windsor.
“And if that doesn’t break her, killing Willow will. Killing her best friend will be quite disturbing for her, and quite joyous for me,” added Windsor in his mind. He would let Willow think she was useful to him, she had been useful, but her ultimate use was yet to come.
© Matthew Smith, 2003
This fanfic has subparts:
- Warrior's Trial
- 2 - This is what i posted when i originally wrote this fic: This is the second part of the fic and although IÂ’m not very pleased with it IÂ’m posting it anyway. I think it feels rushed and not thought through. IÂ’d really love some feedback on this one guys, could help me solve the problem.
- 3 - Battle Commences.
- 4 - Winsor's path of destruction begins in earnest.
- 5 - Windsor has a new toy to play with.
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