Post by VampSlayer on Sept 12, 2008 22:34:45 GMT -5
Dear, reader, this short, depressing story is to show what one little change can do. Even if that change is for good, it could bring twice as much as bad into this cruel world. For instance, if Willow, from BtVS, had been killed by Warren’s bullet, instead of Tara. Tara was my all time BtVS character, and when I saw her death, I would have done anything to change it. But now that I type this story, I see what would have happened if Willow had been shot. Buffy would die, Spike would never return, Dawn would go live with her father, ect. Please, read the following, and see this from my view. You will see that this all takes place from Tara’s view.
- VS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmtyi0WS3hw
A Dying Willow Tree
*****
My eyes opened as a beam of light made it's way through the curtains. I squinted them for a moment, but then sat up. I looked down next to the bed. My towel from last night was still laying there.
I lifted the sheets off of me, and swung my legs around. The bottoms of my feet touched the floor. I was hoping that I had dreamed up Willow's death...but I was only hope.
I couldn't stand sleeping in this room. It had too many memories. I thought about sleeping in Buffy's room, but I felt that it wouldn't be right. It would stay Buffy's room, no matter what.
Dawn had left for school. It was 10:00 am. I was wearing one of my favorite dresses. In fact, I had worn it the time Sweet, the singing and dancing demon, showed up. The top of it was a breath taking light blue. And the lower part was tan, with a bit lighter color under it. It was very...different, and special.
Maybe I should go to the Magic Box later. But first I had to contact Giles. I had no clue what his number was...did he even have a phone? But I knew for a fact that Willow had his e-mail adress. All I had to do was send him a e-mail under Willow's e-mail account.
I found Willows lap top sitting on one of the dinning room chairs. It hadn't been used for a while now. I picked it up. I saw my reflection in it's white mirror... I looked horrible.
*****
My fingers typed as fast as they could. Finally, I finished my e-mail to 'theripper@hotmail.com'. Giles used hotmail?!
Dear Giles,
It's Tara using Willow's e-mail. I must say, I never knew you were so good at choosing user names. lol
"Did he know what 'lol' meant?" I asked myself in my thoughts.
There has been trouble. Warren, the king nerd, came to the house with a gun. He shot both Willow, and Buffy. ...They both were lost to the gun shots. I am staying with Dawn. Please, please, reply to me. I need someone to talk to... Please.
Love,
Tara
I re-read my message at least twenty times. It was good enough. With a click of the mouse, it was sent. To think it was being mailed over to England, even through the internet, was an amazing concept.
My hands lowered the top half of Willow's lap top, and I shut it. I took in a deep breath. Had I done the right thing, sending a message to Giles? Should Xander have sent it? No, I did the right thing. He had to know.
*****
Now it was 2:00 pm. Time to visit Anya. I left Dawn a note, telling her to come straight to the Magic Box from home.
(Part three is on it's way.)
- VS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmtyi0WS3hw
A Dying Willow Tree
*****
My eyes opened as a beam of light made it's way through the curtains. I squinted them for a moment, but then sat up. I looked down next to the bed. My towel from last night was still laying there.
I lifted the sheets off of me, and swung my legs around. The bottoms of my feet touched the floor. I was hoping that I had dreamed up Willow's death...but I was only hope.
I couldn't stand sleeping in this room. It had too many memories. I thought about sleeping in Buffy's room, but I felt that it wouldn't be right. It would stay Buffy's room, no matter what.
Dawn had left for school. It was 10:00 am. I was wearing one of my favorite dresses. In fact, I had worn it the time Sweet, the singing and dancing demon, showed up. The top of it was a breath taking light blue. And the lower part was tan, with a bit lighter color under it. It was very...different, and special.
Maybe I should go to the Magic Box later. But first I had to contact Giles. I had no clue what his number was...did he even have a phone? But I knew for a fact that Willow had his e-mail adress. All I had to do was send him a e-mail under Willow's e-mail account.
I found Willows lap top sitting on one of the dinning room chairs. It hadn't been used for a while now. I picked it up. I saw my reflection in it's white mirror... I looked horrible.
*****
My fingers typed as fast as they could. Finally, I finished my e-mail to 'theripper@hotmail.com'. Giles used hotmail?!
Dear Giles,
It's Tara using Willow's e-mail. I must say, I never knew you were so good at choosing user names. lol
"Did he know what 'lol' meant?" I asked myself in my thoughts.
There has been trouble. Warren, the king nerd, came to the house with a gun. He shot both Willow, and Buffy. ...They both were lost to the gun shots. I am staying with Dawn. Please, please, reply to me. I need someone to talk to... Please.
Love,
Tara
I re-read my message at least twenty times. It was good enough. With a click of the mouse, it was sent. To think it was being mailed over to England, even through the internet, was an amazing concept.
My hands lowered the top half of Willow's lap top, and I shut it. I took in a deep breath. Had I done the right thing, sending a message to Giles? Should Xander have sent it? No, I did the right thing. He had to know.
*****
Now it was 2:00 pm. Time to visit Anya. I left Dawn a note, telling her to come straight to the Magic Box from home.
(Part three is on it's way.)
