And You Know It's No Fun
by DawnBTVS
Chapter 11
[reviews]
I slam the cradle of the phone down in frustration, earning a soft glare from Giles. I turn to him with a sigh, just looking down at the floor in sorrow. "They couldn't find any spells that were specific enough to the nature of our...problem," I mutter, feeling the distaste in my mouth of what's going on. Christmas is still around the corner too.
"Everything will eventually work itself out," Giles speaks, trying to instill some sort of calming confidence in me. I give a tiny derisive snort in reply. I can hear Giles standing up now. He must be getting annoyed. Let him.
"She's gone off to her mother, Giles," I snap, just getting angry at the situation I'm in and the fact that I can't rectify with violence of some sort. I'm really not good at the whole talking business. I'm better when I'm with Buffy, but it seems like it'll be a while until that happens again. I lift my head at the sound of knocking. I eye Giles wearily. He looks back at me with confusion but marches past, opening the door.
"Bloody-" Giles manages to sputter out before getting shoved out of the way by Lilly. Joyce appears between the two problem solvers wearing a piece of tape over mouth. Her wrists appear to be tied up with a rubber band too. She lets out what I think is a growl when she spots me. She struggles to escape as I'm sure wanting to strangle me on the spot. I just walk past her as Lilly and Phillip shove her roughly on the couch with Phillip placing a boot on her neck to keep her still. Giles sighs, regarding me with a look of apology.
"Why the hell is she here?" I ask, stabbing a finger at the back of Joyce's head. Giles takes a seat at the dinky little table, cluttered with sheets of paper. He brushes some of the sheets aside as he lifts his gaze to me.
"I-I wasn't expecting this, Willow. Apparently the plan put in place has been altered," Giles says, almost too calm considering the situation. I just glare back at him, placing my hands on my hips.
"Altered? I'd call this thing completely blown up, Giles. Buffy's out there pining for Joyce and she's here. What if Buffy suddenly shows up?" I snap at him. Giles just rubs his forehead. I'm grating on his nerves, I can tell that much but I don't need Buffy wanting to kill me.
"She won't," Giles answers rather gruffly. I give him a stare that tells him I don't believe him at all.
"Bullshit," I answer. Giles glances at Joyce on the couch. Lilly has both fists tightened. He looks angry like something went wrong. I turn my attention to the door, swearing I heard footsteps. Giles' voice takes me out of my revery.
"Don't worry, Willow. Buffy would only come here as a last resort," Giles says with a smile. There's pounding at the door. I mean, knocking the door off its hinges pounding. I pale a little as I glance back at Joyce. Lilly and Phillip seem to have an idea of who it is too because they roughly drag Joyce into the bedroom. Giles stands up, edging towards the door as I back up a few steps seeing as how the last time Buffy and I met I ended up on my ass with a nice bruise on the cheek. Giles opens the door to find...Buffy and somebody not Buffy.
~~~BTVS~~~
Maybe if I knock louder, Mom will hear me. The lights are out but she could just be asleep. Yeah. Asleep. I pound the door hard enough to shake the house now. Where are you? Protection. I'm seeking it and you're not answering me. Everybody I know hates me. Mommy. Willow. I finally stop pounding when the lights next door flash on and somebody yells at me to shut up. She wouldn't just up and leave on me. Mom wouldn't just leave the house without...she'd be here. She has to be here! I turn around, scanning the other houses on the block. Did she tell them? I can't find her and she's supposed to love me. A bruise for the affection like it was before. Willow. I punched her hard too. She touched and I hurt. I hurt inside at wanting the touch to continue. I wanted the comfort but only Mommy can provide the comfort I seek. Willow saved...stole me. Saved. Not saved. I hurt her. She...loved and I hit. I love Mommy and she hits. I'm all abandoned now. Nobody...except her but we only met once. She cared though and showed me I was all good. Willow was naughty for me. I didn't deserve Willow.
"I hurt her," I whisper almost to myself as much as the person standing behind me. I know her. She's British. I think she's British at least because she has an accent. I saw her before once. She didn't like me then but her tune has changed. She likes me now, I'm almost sure of it. She said she would help me and she has. She showed me new things that I didn't know I could learn. She wraps an arm around my shoulder by way of comforting me. She's cold but not as cold as me now. She can see inside of me what I envision now.
"Hush, Buffy. We'll find everybody shortly. Remember the tree?" Drusilla asks me. I nod my head. She's a vampire, you know. I'm supposed to stake her but...she's helping me. Willow just accused. Mommy abandoned and spanked when she didn't. Giles laughs and ignores. He belittles me. Willow thinks I'm inadequate. Mommy doesn't trust. I remember the tree.
"Big," I answer, not really wanting to continue with a long-winded diatribe. I have to find Mommy. I turn to Drusilla. Her yellow eyes are irresistible. Her fangs flash briefly. She's soft despite the cold. I can handle cold. Willow didn't like cold and wanted warmth. I lost my warmth. I stole Willow's warmth and left her cold. She doesn't like being cold. I should apologize. Give her back the warmth I stole.
"I know where they are," Drusilla whispers into my ear. I can see her eyes roaming the street. I shudder at the closeness. She has no breath so it doesn't tickle my ear like Willow's breath would. Hers tickled. Willow always smelled nice. Cinnamon at times, whenever I requested it.
"Where?" I ask, lost in Drusilla's eyes now. She gives a tiny shake of her head and she's human. A vanishing act as her brown eyes are staring back at me now. Willow changed. I made her change when she didn't want it. I changed her against the wishes of life and I couldn't stop myself. Mommy can fix that. I'm...Drusilla told me Mommy would help. Willow is harmful. Willow can't fix...Willow's touch. I miss her touch. I shouldn't. I hurt her. Punched. Broken and fractured are we.
"He watches over them as he sees over you," Drusilla answers, starting to move away down the street. I stand still. Watcher. Giles. Betrayal. I follow Drusilla quietly. She knows the path. I didn't have to tell her but she knows anyway. She learned my secrets before I could let her see them. I wanted to lock them up but she opened the box and discarded the key. I lost the process.
"Is she safe?" I ask, not really sure who I'm talking about now. Mommy. Willow. Drusilla told me that Willow was evil. She'd hurt me like I hurt her. Saved. No. Mommy would help. I was told Mommy could help solve all my problems. We'd move from Sunnydale and go back to Boston. Home.
"Gagged and tied. My favorite position but I lost my playmates," Drusilla whines. She's missing Angelus and Spike. I can read it off of her. It's a trick that she taught me without her knowing it. She knows. She didn't but she does. I'm confused now. Drusilla continues to walk forward. I know this area. Giles is close. I can smell Willow now. Can also smell Mommy. She's angry. Angry with me I think. I lost track of time. We're in front of Giles' door. Drusilla smiles at me. I just stare back. She'll knock. Hard. She doesn't like waiting. BANG! BANG! BANG! My eyes flit to the opening door. Giles is surprised. Fear. Willow. She's terrified.