Reactions and Admissions
by DawnBTVS
Chapter 10
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Buffy and I walked up to my house. Buffy held my hand tightly, I smiled back at her, but it was kind of hard to see her in the dark. We walked up the steps, and onto the porch. I reached to open the door, but Buffy stilled me. I looked at her confused.
"Wha-" I began, but stopped when I saw that the door was already open. 'That's not good' I thought, knowing my parents would never leave the front door open like that. I could feel my concern growing, as Buffy stepped past me, and entered my home. I followed slowly, eyes scanning. Buffy turned to enter the living room, and let out a startled gasp. I instantly turned to see what she had gasped at. I felt my blood drain. "No," I whispered, as I walked into the room, suddenly oblivious to Buffy's presence. Blood splattered the walls, the rug, the couches, and the ceiling. My mother hung limp from the ceiling fan. She had a noose tied around her neck, which held her in place. She was stripped naked; blood covered her chest, and torso. I could see, clear as day, the fang marks in her neck. My father was propped in a chair, newspaper spread across his lap, legs crossed. He still had his pants and shoes on, but was shirtless. I crept forward; I felt like I was in a dream, but knew this could never be such a thing. My father also had fang marks in his neck. I never could've asked for this. I wanted them to hurt...but this was above and beyond. I felt Buffy's arms wrap around me, but I was gone.
"Will, come on," Buffy whispered into my ear, but I shook my head. I couldn't leave them! This is my entire fault. If I had never wanted to leave them, they never would've died. I turned, my body felt vacant, as I looked at Buffy. "You can stay with us," she said, and tried to get me out of my house. It wasn't my house anymore. It was a graveyard.
"OK," I said, numb to the world. Buffy led me back out onto the porch. I glanced back, reached out, and closed the door. The sound was loud, and snapped me out of my trance, and back to reality. Tears just fell, seemingly never ending. I buried my head against Buffy's shoulder, just wanted the pain, the suffering, and the heartache to disappear.
~~~BTVS~~~
Joyce opened the door. She immediately hugged Buffy tight. She had tears welling up, but was surprised when she saw me. I must've looked like a ghost, since I certainly felt like one.
"Willow, what happened?" she asked, as I could feel my lips tremble, tears threatened to spill again. Buffy placed a hand against my back.
"Mom, can we come in first? I'll tell you everything that happened tonight shortly," Buffy said, as Joyce nodded her head, and let us walk in. Buffy turned to me.
"You can go upstairs. If you need to take a shower, go ahead," Buffy said, as I just nodded my head, and walked upstairs. My mind was still stuck on the brutal way my parents had died. I already knew who did it. I thought about going out, getting revenge, but knew that I would only get myself killed. Buffy would be devastated if that happened. I reached the bedroom, and entered. I quickly changed out of the clothes I was wearing, gathered up the pajamas I had borrowed last time, and headed to the bathroom. I reached in, turned the knob, and listened to the water splash against the floor. I stepped in, lowered my head, and cried for my parents, for Buffy, and for everybody that had to die in Sunnydale.