By Shattered Faith Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any Buffy charactures, they belong to Joss Whedon and The WB, and the Blair Witch charactures belong to Artisian Films.
Author's Notes: This is currently a work in progress and I will have a new part aprox. every other day.
Willow Rosenberg ran her finger absentmindedly over her rose quartz. She frowned. Something was different today, something was . .off. She couldn't put her finger on it.
"Hey, Willow!" Tara said eagerly as she bounced into the room. Willow smiled back. Tara had sure changed since last year, at least around her. She used to be so quiet and unsure of herself, but not anymore. Tara and Willow had something special. They had each other. "What are you doing?"
"Something doesn't seem right." Willow entrusted. "Something seems, off." Tara frowned.
"I know, I felt it too but I thought it was just me. What do you think it is?"
"I- I don't know. It feels like magick, but Bad magick. Like someone's doing something horrible."
"Should we tell Buffy?" Tara asked immediately. Willow raised her eyebrows, remembering a time when Buffy was her savior too. But things had changed over the years now, and Willow could take care of herself. Why did that bother her that Tara talked about Buffy that way?
She hated to admit it, but she was jealous. She didn't want Tara to look up to Buffy, or even really be a part in her life. Buffy often got everything, and for once Willow wanted something to herself. She wanted Tara, and all that comes with her, to herself.
"No. Buffy doesn't know magick like we do, she really can't help us with this. It's our job to find out what's going on."
Erica looked down at her hands, which were now translucent and blinking, as if threatening her very existence and making her question her own sanity. She was trembling. This was wrong, this was very wrong.
All she had wanted to do was contact Elly. Elly was simply misunderstood, she wasn't a bad person. She couldn't help it if she practiced during a time when people hang you for it. She wasn't the one who killed all those children up at Coffin Rock. It was the Man, the Bad Man.
Erica was a Wiccan, an earth child who had, during her life, held all nature very dear to her. But something went wrong during that tour, terribly wrong.
Erica began to shake violently, trying to desperately escape the evil feeling that was crawling deep inside of her. Even in death she couldn't get it out of her.
"BE GONE! I BIND YOU!" She screamed in rage and fear, her apparition falling helplessly to the ground below. Her words did nothing for the evil she could feel under her skin. It was too powerful, too much for her to take. She couldn't cross over, not yet. She had to rid herself and other innocent people of the evil, but she couldn't do it alone. She needed help. She needed the only people who could make full sense out of what was happing. She needed the Slayer.
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