The Red Witch

Disclaimer-

Me no own and me no paid so you no sue cause me broke. Me give back scoobies in almost good condition later.

This story will at times be graphic in terms of violence and language, but as of now I have no plans for explicit sex scenes or even non- explicit sex scenes. If you can handle a little gore from time to time then welcome and if not please do not read.

Summary

What if Buffy didn't turn back for Willow in that scene at the end of Wrecked (season 6 episode 10). What if she left her best friend lying in the street that night how would that change the story we saw? What would happen to the relationships between the Scoobies? And what would happen to Willow if Buffy's desertion resulted in an event that none of them could see coming?

Prologue

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry" Willow sobbed again and again, but Buffy, Spike and Dawn were long gone. There was no one around to hear her and no one who did hear her was likely to care. She couldn't go home Buffy said to stay away from Dawn so she wouldn't want Will in her home any longer. Both Tara and Dawn were sure to hate her now, she had gotten Dawnie hurt whether she meant to or not and Tara had already left her because of the magic. She had deserved that slap, Dawn's contempt, a trust had been broken that she might never regain and she had no one now. She doubted Xander would even look at her now and Anya would go along with Xander. 'What would she do now?' she thought there was no where left to go and no one left to turn to she had burned some major bridges tonight.

Well at least one thing was clear she had finally hit bottom as she lay there on the ground in the dark and cold street she realized finally that going back to Rack and Amy would get her nowhere. The only way to move forward now would be without magic period. She would go home to her parent's home and clean herself up maybe then she could earn back the trust of her friends, and it's not like her parents would be there anyway they stopped coming home late in her senior year preferring to travel and lecture continuously and actively forget they even had a daughter. Why they bothered to have her in the first place was a mystery she had been trying to solve since kindergarten. But at least this worked in her favor now she still had somewhere to go even if it was a lonely somewhere.

Willow began to try and drag herself up, but after hours of laying unmoving and emotionally broken in the street she found getting up to be harder than she thought and she was very tempted to just lie there. "Come on Willow it's time to pick yourself up because no one else will" she said to herself. "You are no longer allowed to pity yourself it's time to stand and face the mirror"

After at least five minutes of effort she finally managed to get herself into a standing position and she slowly limped over to a wall, resting there as she prepared herself to make the long trip home alone and without magic. As she leaned against the wall she heard footsteps coming in her direction. Loud and angry footsteps and there had to be at least four different individuals making those loud noises. Footsteps were soon joined by angry inhuman grunting and shuffling as well as cruel voices that she could not understand, not all demons spoke English apparently. As they were headed her way she began to look for a hiding place, she would not use magic she told herself remembering the last time she had promised to stop her magic use and broke her word less than an hour after it was made.

That promise was to Tara and it had cost her her soulmate, but this promise was to herself and the last thing she could afford was to let herself down as she was all she had left. But as she looked around there was nowhere good to hide she was too exposed on that street and not even the garbage cans would provide a good shelter, she would not be able to hide well there. However she started in that direction anyway because there was nowhere else and prepared to make herself as small as she could in an effort to hide. Before she could reach the cans however she saw the demons that were making the noise and worse they saw her so hiding was no longer an option. "No magic" she told herself as the large and muscled demons came her way "no magic". But perhaps this one time she should have made an exception...

Willow was in pretty bad shape and she could tell that she would die soon, but even if she could concentrate on something besides her pain long enough to do a spell she no longer had the strength. If she were able to lift her head and open more than one eye halfway she'd see that her blood was splattered all over the street and all over the five demons that were attacking her. So much blood that it was unlikely that she had much left for her heart to pump. Even more distressing than the various cuts, broken bones, and bruises was the fact that loops of her bowel were now protruding through the deep claw marks in her belly that ran from her left hip to her right shoulder. A large bite graced her left shoulder and flesh was missing from it showing the ivory bone and torn muscle, minor bite marks graced her body nearly everywhere else. Luckily, or unluckily however you looked at it, Willow cold barely feel anything anymore the world was growing dark and she was becoming numb to the pain as well as the cold.

Suddenly however the now faint sounds of the attacking demons stopped and she heard a new sound, heels and a woman's voice. Willow looked up as far as she could with her half open right eye and she was vaguely able to make out a dark, long haired woman in dark leather and wearing what looked like a black choker that had a silver bird on it, a raven. At this point Willow could no longer hear at all, but it seemed as if the woman was challenging the demons if their stances were any indication. Willow wanted to warn this woman to get away to safety and leave her to her fate, but the darkness closed in and she was no longer aware of anything