Willow: The Vampire Slayer?

TITLE: Willow the Vampire Slayer? AUTHOR: LordBowler RATING: PG SPOILERS: Possibly some for the first season in general. DISCLAIMER: Willow and Co. belong to Joss Whedon and Warner Bros. No copyright infringement is intended. The story and all new characters belong to me. SUMMARY: This is an Action/Adventure story where Willow plays a prominent role. If you want to know more I'm afraid you're just going to have to read it. *** Part One *** "...so then I lit my hair on fire and danced around the classroom doing the Hokey Pokey." Willow stated, testing a theory. "Uh-huh, yeah." Xander replied confirming her theory, as he stared out at the dance floor where Buffy and Angel where dancing. "Well here's a new situation. You not paying any attention to me." Willow said, her anger rising. "As long as your not listening, may I suggest that you stop obsessing over Buffy, and take a look at the world around you, you might even find that there is someone around who likes you for who you are and isn't even a preying mantis." she continued "Well as much fun as it is sitting here being ignored by you I think I'll go home and consume my own weight in Ben & Jerry's." And with that Willow grabbed up her bag and stormed out of the Bronze. "Sorry Willow. What were you saying?" Xander asked as he finally looked to where Willow had been seated. Shrugging he turned his attention back to the dance floor. Willow exited the Bronze into a beautiful California night. The stars twinkled in the sky. The moon hung overhead a waning crescent. A light breeze blew out of the south. Zero percent chance of rain, but unfortunately for Willow one hundred percent chance of vampire. "I swear if I didn't love him so much, I'd kill him... of course if I didn't love him so much I really wouldn't care. O.K. Willow you're now officially babbling..." Willow trailed off as she detected the sound of movement in the bushes along the vacant street she was walking down. Casually she let her hand slip down into her bag and took some comfort from the weight of the glass vial it found there, as she quickened her pace home. Before she got more than a few steps however, the vampire that had been stalking her burst from the bushes. Fangs bared, its face twisted into a demonic visage, it was dressed in a torn and dirty business suit with a tie that was the power color two years ago. Jumping his victim as he did, he expected her to either freeze like a deer in headlights, or run screaming. He hoped for 'run screaming' it made for better sport. What he didn't expect was to be hit in the face with a vial of Holy Water, which is exactly what happened. As the vampire howled in agony, Willow turned to run. But before she could get away the vampire dove at her feet tripping her. * * * * *

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