A/N: I want to thank Gimpy72 for helping me with starting this story. I appreciate you reading the story and helping me come up with the story idea and the story title.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Buffy characters or anything that comes from the show. That belongs to Joss Whedon, and this is purely his world getting rewrote through my mind.


Prologue: Haunting Memories

Standing in their room smiling at each other, Willow couldn't believe the happiness that flowed through her at the sight of the blond standing with her back to the window and smiling at her. Tara's hands were in her back pocket and she was giving Willow the secret smile that she only saved for her, making Willow's heart flutter at the sight.

As the two stared at each other smiling, the sound of two gun shots filled the air, and a warm liquid sprayed over Willow's face and shirt causing her to flinch slightly at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Your shirt?" Tara whispered, noticing the new stains on her lover's white shirt before slowly falling to the ground as a pool of blood created it's own stain on her blue shirt.

"Tara?" Willow questioned, rushing over to her girlfriend's side, pulling her into her arms. "Tara? Baby?"

When no response came, tears started falling down Willow's eyes as she felt her heart shatter. "Baby, come on," she cried, holding her girlfriend as she tried to get some response. "No, no, no," she whimpered each word, refusing to accept what she knew was true. Her girlfriend, the love of her life, her soulmate was dead, gone from her in an instant.


Standing in the forest, Willow started at the man, strung up by vines from a tree, watching her with fear in his eyes. She enjoyed seeing that fear. It meant that he knew she had the power now. Her usually fiery hair was now black, like the whole that would forever fill her soul because of him. As the man begged for his life, one string of thought filled Willow with hatred.

This pathetic excuse for a man took away the only thing in my life that ever made me feel complete. He took away my heart and soul. He killed Tara.

As Willow stared at Warren, her green eyes watching him as she waited for him to give her a reason not to kill him, she finally realized there was nothing he could say. He had no right to live after taking Tara from her. She only uttered one phrase as she looked at the pathetic man before her.

"Bored now," she said in a singsong voice, before moving her hand in a quick motion and looking at Warren's body, skinless before her.

"Oh my God."

"What did you do? Willow, what did you do?"

The words were said so softly, that it drew Willow's attention, and she turned her head to see her 'friends' standing before her. Turning away from them, Willow set the body before her on fire, watching it burn away in seconds before turning back to her friends, her green eyes now black.

"One down," she responded, before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.


Sitting alone in a grassy meadow, Willow watched the ground as she let her magic flow through her, causing a flower grow and bloom in less than a minute.

"That doesn't belong there," a familiar voice said, catching Willow's attention.

"No, it doesn't," Willow responded, and listened as Giles made his knowledge of the plant known, bringing a small smile to her face. "Is there anything you don't know everything about?" she joked, turning to finally look at him.

"Synchronized swimming. Complete mystery to me," he responded, before going to kneel next to her.

They talked for a few minutes about the flower and then Willow's training. She told Giles about her feelings of the coven's fears of her. Finally after the two stood up and started walking back to the coven, she decided to bring up something that confused her.

"When you brought me here, I thought it was to kill me or to lock me in some mystical dungeon for all eternity or with the torture. Instead you, go all Dumbledore on me. I'm learning about magic, all about energy and Gaia and root systems," Willow babbled, hoping Giles would understand.

"Do you want to be punished?" he asked, looking at her.

"I wanna be Willow," she said, feeling her heart break as she realized that the woman she was now was so different from the girl she use to be.

"You are," Giles said, looking down at the girl who was like a daughter to him. "In the end, we all are who we are, no matter how much we may have appeared to have changed."


A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a story about Willow and someone other than Tara or an OC. The OC story failed completely because I couldn't get myself to write it, so we'll try this one. Please review/follow/favorite.