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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 39
Willow had little time to recover from her distress before shouting was heard from the upper levels of the Circus. Suddenly Caleb, one of Anita’s wereleopards, came rushing down the stairs covered in blood and gore.
"They’re dead! They’re all dead!" he screamed, his eyes darting around frantically.
Micah moved forward to help the frantic man, using his power as Nimir-Raj to help calm him down a bit. "Who’s dead?"
"The rats on guard and Elizabeth…Cherry…oh God…" He doubled over and threw up on the floor. When he finally stopped retching he continued screaming, "There’s too many! We have to run!"
Anita calmly stepped forward and took the young cat’s face firmly in her hands, meeting his panicked gaze with her cool one. "There is nowhere to run, Caleb. It’s time to fight."
Those who were watching closely could almost see him rebuilding his resolve from within. "Okay…okay. Zombies are in the lead, looks like hundreds of them, then the vamps, powerful ones. Some of the vamps have animals to call, but the weres that have Willow’s protection spells can’t be controlled by them, they all went down fighting."
"Okay, people," Anita called out, "This is what we’ve been waiting for. I’m not going to say it’s been an honor knowing you, because I refuse to believe thisnthenthe end. I am not fucking dying today! I dare you all to say the same." She made eye contact with several of them, her face full of challenge. "They are here to kill us, so don’t hesitate to kill them first. Vamps fall back for second wave; you will know when your time has come. The rest of you, lock and load!"
Suddenly the stench of rotting flesh flooded the room as countless bodies began shuffling down the extra wide steps. Like shooting fish in a barrel, the first several were taken out with shotgun blasts from Edward, Anita, and Micah’s bodyguard, e. Te. The blasts weren’t enough to kill them, but the animated corpses were already clumsy, and once the legs had been blown off the first ones, a dog-pile of bodies quickly accumulated as the ones behind tripped and fell over them.
Edward switched to a flame-thrower to help with the mop up; when a noise nearby indicated that the walking-dead had discovered the secret entrance as well. The noise was deafening as bullets flew into the new group of bodies, the sound echoing off the stone walls surrounding them. The noise was so much, in fact, that at first the group of humans and weres didn’t hear the ceiling being cracked open like an egg by an overly ambitious vampire. Soon the waiting vamps were dropping into the room en masse.
"Fall back!" Anita cried over the din, hoping she was heard and was relieved to see most of the weres were withdrawing as they continued to empty rounds into the oncoming throng. The holy water rounds seemed to be particularly effee, e, especially if they hit the heart of a younger vamp. Many were left with a shocked expression, as their chests exploded with a smoldering POP, putting them in their grave forever, so to speak.
Anita gave a nod to Richard and Micah, as they lured the enemy vamps farther into their sanctuary. "Now!"
Suddenly water fell from the ceiling all around as buckets of holy water were dumped on the specspecting vampires. The screams could only be described as unholy as Jean-Claude and the rest of his "people" made their way out of one of the back rooms, where they were safely avoiding any last splashes of the caustic substance.
The scene that met their eyes could have come straight from Dante’s Inferno. Vampires, with their flesh melting off their bones, were screaming from lipless mouths. Zombies, with their rotting flesh and dead eyes, were being blown to pieces. Weres of every kind, in various states of transformation, had their claws tearing into the enemy. Blood flying everywhere. In the center of it all was Anita and Edward; a necromancer and a human, and perhaps the most dangerous creatures of all.
They were winning, Anita told herself as she looked over the carnage. Subconsciously, she was counting the bodies, trying not to come unglued at the number of familiar faces she saw among the fallen. When this was all over, if she lived, there would be a lot of funerals in her future. She shook the thought off, redoubling her efforts. Nearby she could see Willow and Spike wreaking their own havoc. Spike wore an expression of almost glee as he swung his axe back and forth cutting through the enemy. Next to him Willow’s expression was downright grim as she used various spells to incapacitate and occasionally turn inside out the people she was fighting. Now there’s something you don’t see every day, thank God, Anita thought. She was happy to see that the pair was using themselves to protect Nathaniel. The young cat may be strong enough to bench press a car, but he was still a terrible fighter. Every time he tried to move more directly into the battle, either Willow or Spike would shove him back to safety, allowing him to only shoot the occasional vamp or zombie that managed to get around behind them.
It was going to be a close one. The death toll was rising with bodies piled everywhere. Edward wore an expression similar to Spike’s as he lobbed concussion grenades into an oncoming wave of reinforcements, not caring if the random "good guy" got blown to pieces in the process. That was Edward for you, Mr. Efficiency. Before Anita could make her way over to stop him though, she felt the earth begin to move under her feet.
The earth began to roll, the concrete floor buckling all over. Almost everyone lost their footing, falling to the ground as they continued to fight.
"Enough!" a terrible voice echoed through the room.
For a moment the fighting stopped and all eyesned ned to the throng of special vampires making their way through the bloody aftermath. At first glance, they appeared to be vampires of African descent, but on closer examination their heads appeared slightly misshapen and their eyes had an unusual gold tint to them. They entered in a silent wave, holding their bronze colored swords firmly, ready for trouble. Anita knew that the Mother of All Vampires was coming just behind them, and more than anything in the world she wanted to turn away, to not look upon her terrible face, but she was frozen, unable to move.
The room held its collective breath, as an air of pure malevolence, pure evil, swept into their midst. Small whispers of hate and insanity breathed into their brains, until several weres and vampires alike fell to the floor clutching their heads and crying out in pain. Only the zombies seemed completely immune to the effect, being truly dead they were beyond such petty emotions.
Anita clutched her head, as she felt the first trickles of blood coming from her ears. She wondered for a moment if this power was being used intentionally, if so then they were in trouble, and if it was not intentional then they were all dead.
Finally one high-heeled shoe came into view, followed by a gloved hand, reaching out to one of her guards to help her step over the pile of bodies at her feet. It was she; Sweet Death made flesh, the Mother of All Vampires.
"Bloody hell!" Spike swore loudly, overcome by shock. "Drusilla!"

Chapter 40
For a moment Willow just stared, her mouth hanging open in shock until she realized that the cries of pain were continuing around her. Snapping her mouth shut, she glanced at the mass of vampires and weres clutching their heads, blood streaming down from their eyes and ears, Nathaniel among them.
"Go-laa-sa Tee-xee Za-kreet!" Willow called out, her eyes inky black, crackles of power filling the air. She was relieved to see that her people seemed to be recovering from the effects of the Dark Mother’s power, but that still left one question unanswered. "What the heck are you doing here?"
"Naughty, naughty. That’s no way to talk to your mommy,usilusilla cooed, running her hands teasingly over her breasts. "Especially when you were the one who invited me here to play. Miss Edith and I do so love new games."
Willow eyed the tattered lump Drusilla was clutching to her side and could only assume it was the doll in question. Clearly it had seen better days. She glanced over at Spike, standing next to her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. It seemed he was having as difficult a time with this as she was.
"Maybe she’s not real," she offered. "Maybe she’s a changey type thingy, like the First."
Spike flinched at the reminder of the big bad that tortured and incinerated him. "No, it’s her. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do."
"Such a good daddy, you know your girl when you see her. My sweet Willie, I’ve missed you so."
Anita cleared her throat loudly, drawing all eyes to her. "Um, not to break up the family reunion, but what the fuck is going on? You know this bitch?"
Drusilla stamped her foot like a petulant child, and the walls shook with the force of it. "Bad girl! You mustn’t talk about your mommy that way!"
"You are NOT my mommy. I’m not even a vampire. So, since no one wants to shed any light on the situation, are we going to kill each other now, or what?" Anita asked, sliding a fresh clip into her Browning.
Jean-Claude slipped up behind her, placing a calming hand on Anita’s shoulder. "You must forgMa PMa Petite, she is so very young, and her manners are, at times, forgotten in lieu of her sense of bravado. Perhaps you could clarify for us how you know our friends here."
"She’s Spike’s sire," Willow said, her voice somewhere between awe and confusion. "But it’s not possible. The Mother of All Vampires would have to be a couple million years old at least, and she only disappeared from our world, what four or five years ago?" she asked, glancing over at Spike for clarification. Spike gave a slight nod, still clearly in shock. "Maybe you should tell us how you got here."
"Shh…it was a spell," she whispered, and then giggled. "Angelus always told me I wasn’t allowed to do them after I accidentally turned him blue, but it was just one time!" She stamped her foot again as she pouted, and three of the nearby zombies lost their balance, tumbling to the ground. There was no mistaking how powerful she had become. "Anyway, after Angelus was sa baa bad daddy, setting his girls on fire," she ran her hand absently over her face with a whimper, "and Spike wanted to play with the slayer and not his mommy, so Miss Edith and I did a spell to bring our happy family back together. But the bad dolly spilt her tea on the pages and the inks ran together. When I said the words they were all muddled and then the swirly light came and then I was here. I kept waiting for my sweet Spike to find me. What took you so long?"
"Sorry, pet, but you didn’t leave a note."
"Liar!" she screamed at Spike, and her anger washed over the room like a scalding wave, stealing their breath away. "You never even looked for me, you were too busy playing with your new dollies," she whimpered, indicating Willow and Nathaniel with a flick of her wrist.
Willow almost felt sorry for her, until she saw the gleam of hatred directed at her and Nathaniel. Spike must have noticed it too, judging by the way he moved in front of them protectively.
"Okay," Anita interrupted, "so someone explain to me how she ended up here at the dawn of time if you two landed here now."
"It’s hard to say. Could have been a different spell, or maybe when the pages got ruined she said the words wrong. There’s no way to tell, but given how much more powerful our kind are on your world and how long she’s been here, it does kind of make sense," Willow said, then looking at Drusilla added, "You sired the first iresires here, didn’t you?"
"I was bored, and the little hairy men were so much fun to play with, but not as much fun as the kitty cats."
"The kitty cats?" Willow asked, puzzled.
"Me and the funny men and the big kitties all played together until the funny men started turning into kitties, it was so delicious!"
"Oh my god," Richard gasped. "The first weres."
"Now there’s all kinds of funny furry men. So much fun! But after awhile Miss Edith got bored so we decided to take a nap until sweet Willie came to wake us up. Now here you are, but you don’t want to play with me anymore."
"So, um," Jason drew all eyes to him, "her hanging around all this time, is that what made her…" he whistled and spun his finger by his temple indicating that he thought she was loony.
"Nah, mate, Dru’s always been a sack of hammers."
Drusilla giggled. "Pretty Spike, the stars still whisper about you, but if you won’t play with me, then there are so many other new pretties to play with." She circled Jean-Claude and Asher, both of whom kept a wary eye on her. "So pretty. I wonder if they will taste as sweet as their mommy did."
"Belle?" Jean-Claude asked carefully, "You killed Belle Morte?"
"Mmm, sweet Bellie, tasted like candy and wine."
"Abomination!" cried out the Traveler. "Belle Morte was one of the highest of our ranks. We do not feed on each other like cattle!"
"Such silly words from a man who infects that body like a plague. Ooh, Spike, remember when all those lovely people got that bad flu and died? Bodies everywhere, the air was ripe with it," Drusilla cooed.
"You mean the Spanish influenza? I remember, pet. Nasty bug that one, killed more people than WWI."
"Yes, and we danced on their graves, and dined on all their little orphans. All those babies without their mommies were so delicious."
"Oh, man," Jason said, holding his stomach. "I think I’m going to hurl. You ate babies?"
Spike sighed guiltily. "It was a long time ago. I’m a different man now."
"That’s right," Drusilla said accusingly to Willow, "he’s your daddy now and doesn’t want to play any fun games anymore." She turned her attention back to Jean-Claude and Asher. "Butbet bet these two lovelies will play with me."
Anita shoved her Browning into Drusilla’s face. "Play with this, bitch." And then she pulled the trigger.

Chapter 41
When Anita pulled the trigger, she doubted that one silver bullet would be enough to kill the world’s most powerful vampire. She was not, however expecting what came next as the bullet went in through Drusilla’s forehead, only to be immediately pushed back out as the wound healed without a trace.
Drusilla glared at Anita. "You got blood on my dolly!"
With one hand the Mother of All Vampires grabbed Anita by the neck and threw her against the wall, tearing her throat out in the process.
"No!" screamed Richard, as he lunged at Drusilla, clawed hands extended.
Drusilla plucked him from the air like a piece of fluff, snapping him backward until his back broke in two and hurled him on top of Anita’s dying body. Then all hell broke loose.
The free for all was back on with most guns turned on Drusilla and her minions. While everyone was distracted for a moment, Willow and Jean-Claude rushed to their fallen friends. Bloody tears were streaming down Jean-Claude’s face as he cradled Anita’s still form to his chest.
"Jean-Claude, I don’t know what to do! I don’t have full control over my healing powers yet," Willow pleaded.
"Just help bring Richard closer. I know what to do." Jean-Claude bit into his wrist, holding it above Anita’s open mouth. "I am sorry, Ma Petite. I had wanted you to come to me on your own, but you are mine and I will not lose you. Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, the two shall be as one. One flesh, one blood, one soul." After a moment he moved his wrist over the wound in heroat oat and was satisfied to see that the wound was closing. When he finished, he gently laid her body on the floor next to him, trusting that with the fourth mark she would continue to heal.
Carefully he took Richard’s form from Willow, lifting the large man onto his lap, doing all he could to minimize the pain. "Just as Anita is my human servant, so too are you my wolf. You are bound to me and I will not lose you." Jean-Claude searched the other man’s eyes to be sure he understood the magnitude of the situation.
"Do it," Richard ground out through the pain, trying not to be alarmed at the loss of feeling in his legs.
Jean-Claude glanced down at his healed wrist and bit into it again, holding it over Richard’s mouth. "Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, the two shall be as one. One flesh, one blood, one soul."
Richard’s throat worked convulsively to swallow down the rich coppery liquid, knowing as he did so that their triumvirate was complete. He could already feel his pain lessening as he started to heal. Raw power, unlike anything he had felt before, coursed through his veins like fire.
Just when the feeling had begun returning to his toes, Anita sat up like she had woken from a bad dream, and a much greater level of relief flooded him.
Unlike the third mark, no one was trying to resist the pul the the bond that now joined them. There was no need to ‘marry’ the marks. Their new power was complete and impressive.
Anita got to her feet a bit shakily, offering her hand to Richard and then Jean-Claude. "We’ll talk about this later Jean-Claude, I believe a serious ass kicking is in your future, but for now let’s get that bitch."
Anita stretched out her hands, but instead of reaching for her guns, she reached for her power, that cool magic that allowed her to control the dead. Before now she had likely been the most powerful necromancer alive, but now she was sure of it.
She could feel the zombies that littered the floor, and the ones that continued to fight as well. She reached out to them with her power, feeling them begin to reform at her will. "Kill the Dark Mother and her followers," she commanded.
Suddenly, all the zombies that had been cut down with bullets came back together and rose from the floor, joining the ones that were left standing, as they began groping for their enemies, tearing them to pieces and feeding on the wet chunks as the vampires screamed.
The weres and vampires that had been fighting against the Dark Mother fell back a bit in amazement, many wearing a look of horror.
"Well, don’t just stand there," Richard gave a low growl, his wolfman form replacing his normal visage. "Tear it up!" With that he dove into the fray. The sweet, junior high science teacher who was always squeamish about taking life was turned into a killing machine. There was no hesitation. He was Ulfric and Drusilla and her extra creepy vamps were a threat to his pack, not to mention the woman he loved.
Seeing Richard give himself over completely to the killing inspired the rest of the weres and they rejoined the wit with a vengeance. Anita and Edward had once again taken up their shooter stances, and together with Jean-Claude’s vampires, they were beginning to turn the tide.
Meanwhile, the council members, along with Jean-Claude and Willow, stood back a bit and focused their entire vampire and magical powers on the Mother of All Vampires. Drusilla staggered a bit, but came back with a wave of her own power that cut open their flesh and left the taste of rotting corpses in their mouths. No matter what they threw at her it wasn’t enough. Even if they killed all of her followers they were still going to lose.
Suddenly Willow got an idea. She motioned to Jean-Claude to keep her distracted. Ducking down to avoid being seen, she made her way around the battle to come up behind Drusilla, ing ing that she was right. She remembered the last time she had attempted something like this and how disastrous the results had been. As she moved into position she gripped her hands forcefully on Drusilla’s head and hoped history wouldn’t repeat itself.
A nimbus of green light surrounded the Dark Mother and Willow as Jean-Claude and the others watched in amazement. Both had their mouths open with silent screams as the Mother of All Vampires began to age, slowly at first and then more quickly while they watched.
Centuries seemed to pass in minutes, the once vibrant and beautiful vampire being reduced to a shriveled husk as her power was drained from her. Within moments it was over.
Spike rushed forward, into the glowing green light. He tried to touch Willow’s hand, but there was so much power there that her flesh burned him. She was panting, her eyes inky black, blood dripping down her cheeks and from her ears. "Oh god Willow. What do I do?" he pleaded. "How do I help you?"
Willow threw her head back and screamed.
The power left her in a green pillar of light, pouring out her mouth with such force that it blasted a hole in the ceiling three feet wide, up through the upper levels of the Circus and out into the night sky.
As it left her, Willow felt the power changing, shifting from darkness to light. It was as if she could feel every person Drusilla had harmed, even indirectly. All the ones that had fallen under her mysterious ‘plague’, all the people her and her minions had torn apart since she had woken. Willow reached out to them with the power, feeling their bodies heal. Even the recent dead, the ones whose souls were still hovering close by, she could feel them return to their bodies, waking as if from a bad dream. She wasn’t able to heal everyone. Anita had told her once that it took three days for the soul to leave the body, three days before they could be made a zombie. It was these people that were beyond her reach, but the rest of them, vampire, were, and human alike, were all made whole again by her.
When it was done, Willowlapslapsed in a heap on the floor. Spike gathered her up in his arms, brushing damp locks from her forehead.
"I’m okay, just a bit sleepy," she said.
"S-spike…" came a soft hissing from nearby.
The couple glanced over at the tiny huddled form that had once been the most powerful vampire in the world.
"Yeah, pet?" he asked so, ta, taking her shriveled hand into his, trying not to flinch when one of the dried fingers broke off with the movement.
"It w-was a good game. C-can we play another?"
tod today, luv, Miss Edith needs her rest."
"Yes, m-must be a good mommy. T-tell me, Spike, do you still love me?"
"Eyeballs to entrails, pet." Spike felt tears welling up in his eyes. For all her evil and destruction, in the end she was little more than a lost child.
"Good." With that, she said no more. In a matter of seconds her form turned to ash and then she was gone, leaving behind only the tattered lump that had once been Miss Edith.
Willow and Nathaniel moved up behind Spike, holding him as he broke down sobbing, their backs to the rest of the room, who were watching the scene in amazement. It was not a moment for sharing. After all, how do you make people understand that the most evil force on the planet was once the woman you loved? For some, like Anita, Jean-Claude, and Asher who had seen both the dark and light side of loving, no explanation was needed, and the rest were simply beyond comprehension.

Chapter 42
Jason struggled beneath the weight of the pile of bodies that was holding him down, finally able to force his head to the surface. "Did we win?"
Anita glanced around at the ruin that had once been the Circus of the Damned. "Yeah, I guess we did." She looked over at the waiting zombies, staring at her with dead eyes, anticipating her further instruction. "Go now, return to your graves and be at peace. Walk the earth no more."
With a shuffling gait the dead made their way back to their final resting-places, leaving behind the evil vampires they had arrived with. Willow’s healing powers had recuperated them as well, but after seeing what had become of their leader, all the fight had gone out of them.
The Queen of Vampires, acting head of the Vampire Council, moved forward and bowed to Willow, an odd gleam in her flat black eyes. There was no longer any pull to them; whatever power she had once held over the redheaded witch was now gone. "My congratulations to you, little one. Your power is impressive. We would be happy to offer you a position on our council." She glanced over her shoulder then, "You as well, Jean-Claude. Had we known that you had not yet taken the fourth mark with your servants, we may have killed you before you had the chance, but I see now what an asset you may be to us. It is time you leave this village and take your rightful place with us."
"I am flattered by the offer, but I am quite fond of St. Louis. It is my home. Perhaps in time I will reconsider your invitation, but for now I am afraid I must decline."
"I see, and you, little one? Will you refuse my generous offer as well?"
"Sorry, but we have somewhere else we need to be," Willow answered coolly.
"Very well, I will accept your refusal for now, but know that you must come to us in time. I cannot allow one as powerful as you to roam free forever. Come, my friends," she motioned to her fellow council members. "Let us return home with our new toys. At least they areble ble to deny our hospitality." With a nod, their entourage took the enemy vampires into custody and made their way out across the rubble.
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"Do you have to go?" Jason whined.
"Sorry, but you saw what happened to Drusilla when she stayed on this world. We can’t risk it," Willow replied as she made the final preparations for their trip.
"Yeah, but what about Nathaniel? Aren’t you risking the same thing happening to him on your world?"
"It’s possible, but unlikely. I’ve bound his life force to mine and Spike’s, much like the fourth mark. He has gained some power, but shouldn’t be able to surpass ours. Besides, can you really see Nathaniel becoming an evil uber-werekitty?"
"Well, when you put it like that, no. But I’m still going to miss the hell out of you, especially the way you yell when you’re REALLY happy," Jason said with a wink.
"What’s that supposed to mean, mate?" Spike asked, coming in on the tail end of the conversation.
"Nothing, baby. It’s ancient history," Willow replied quickly.
"Uh huh. One of those things never to be discussed, right?" Spike asked, and Willow nodded. "Good, because I’m kind of partial to the furball here, and I’d hate to have to kill him. Anyway, were all ready to go, but there are some people who still want to say goodbye."
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"You don’t have to go with them," Anita said, fixing a hard stare on Nathaniel.
Nathaniel kept his eyes firmly on the ground. "I know, but I want to. They need me, and want to take care of me. I’m happy with them."
"And you weren’t happy with me."
He looked at her then, his eyes serious. "I was. You saved me Anita. You taught me that there were people in the world who didn’t want to just hurt me. I love you for that. I will always love you, but you can’t love me back."
"Nathaniel…I…"
"It’s okay, I understand. You can’t give me what I need, but Willow and Spike can. I really am happy. Try to be happy for me," he pleaded.
"I am happy for you." She hugged him then; trying to tell him with her embrace what words had failed to say. "Be safe."
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"I have something for you," Asher said, handing Willow a small wrapped package. She opened it to reveal his worn copy of The Little Prince.
"But it’s so special to you," Willow protested.
"Yes, it is. A little boy in England gave it to me years ago. He saw me one night while he was waiting for his mother outside a shop. He was the first person to ever look at me with my scars and not see a monster. He smiled at me and told me I looked sad, and then he gave me the book he had been looking at. This book. He couldn’t have been more than eight years old, but he was unafraid. Then his mother came out of the shop and gave me a look of pure horror before dragging her child away, scolding him. For years whenever I thought about facing the sun and ending it all, I would take out this book and remember that once a child had seen me as a man and not a monster. Then I met you and you gave me my life back. You took the look of horror away from those who look upon me. Please, take this book, tattered and old as it is, and remember that I love you always."
Willow took the book in her hands and held it to her chest like the precious treasure that it was, tears running down her cheeks. "I will cherish it always."
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The good-byes were long and filled with sadness, but soon it was time to go.
"Are you sure this will work?" Spike asked uneasily.
Willow nodded. "It won’t be like before. I have more control now. We should step through the vortex and step out on the other side almost instantaneously."
With a few words and a few drawn symbols, the vortex opened in a swirl of light and color. The three travelers waved a last goodbye and stepped into it.
For a moment the world was chaos, and then they were being dumped out into a clearing. Willow did a quick check to make sure they were all there and safe before glancing around. They were in the exact same spot she had left from, outside of Boston. She had a moment to wonder at the ease with which they had traveled before she was hauled off the ground by strong arms.
"Willow!" cried a familiar voice.
She looked up to see tear streaked eyes looking back at her. "Xander!"
He didn’t think he would ever see her again. When Dawn and Kennedy had told him what had happened, he had staked out the point of departure, camping out for months in the hope that she would return. He had already lost so many people he cared about, and could not bare the thought of losing Willow too.
Willow could feel his pain and loss. Poor Xander, he had given up so much. Holding him tight, she kissed him. It was a chaste kiss, but even so she could feel power flowing through her. Could feel his eye healing beneath its patch, and feel his heart healing as well. She could not bring Anya back to him, but she could give him peace.
It was good to be home.
The end.
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