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Using the scythe and her previous tapping of the slayer line, Willow had awakened them all. Every girl, every woman who had the potential was now fully empowered and intricately connected to each other. Willow knew there had to be a balance, there always had to be a balance. She had just tipped the scales in their favor but she couldn't bring herself to worry about that at the moment. Laying on her side, hair white from the shock of magic she'd wielded Willow felt connected, not just to the slayers but to everyone.
This time the pain and torment was forefront and the witch was filled with hope. She found herself giggling even as her heart pumped wildly, it wasn't until an odd burning sensation spread through her that she quieted. Her awareness flared white hot and Willow gasped for breath as the familiar family bond burned within her.
The bond itself was one she had created as a teen when she had resouled Angelus. Although she had used the gypsy curse she had done so with no ill intent and the outcome had been slightly different. The bond had been created in those few moments she had invoked the spell, calling his soul to her. And though it seemed to remain rather dull most of the time Willow had been granted an odd awareness of Angel and his immediate line. An awareness they could feel as well, that was why Spike had always singled her out, why he always found her when he needed help.
Generally the bond was so lax it wasn't easily discerned but now Willow could feel them all. Spike was the brightest, directly beneath her, his excitement and fear mingled with her own. Willow felt the heat begin within, felt the moment when he realized what was happening. She wanted to scream, to beg and cry for him to be spared. Even as a soulless demon Spike had been filled with such humanity that the world would truly be a lesser place without him. But all she could do was steal his pain and pray that his sacrifice, a champion's sacrifice, would somehow save him in the end.
Willow was dimly aware of movement, of hands hoisting her off the floor. She paid no mind to herself as she sank deeper into the family line. He knew she was there then, the demon within him finally realizing the odd connection that drew them together. Willow could feel Spike's emotions in those last moments, so similar to her own thoughts at times, and she prayed reverently that he would find himself somewhere safe, somewhere he wouldn't be alone.
She lost consciousness finally and the next thing Willow knew she was on a school bus, slumped across one of the seats. Faith was there then, helping the witch to stand and Willow stumbled off of the bus in no way prepared for the sight that met her eyes. The hellmouth, her hometown of Sunnydale, was just a cater now, everything she'd known was gone. For a moment Willow swayed on her feet but the bonds, slayer and vampire family both, flared, still strong within her. Willow grasped them tightly, using them to ground herself and she slowly joined her friends.
Staring at the giant hole Willow felt something then, a stirring within her and Spike's presence warmed slightly, like embers in a dying fire. The redhead smiled then, exhausted but satisfied that her prayers had been answered. Her friends- no her family was safe, they had survived.
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