Who: Willow and Dawn Where: Prison What: A haunting and a talk When: During the prison hauntings
Willow was pacing in the secluded room within the prison which she had pretty much claimed as her own, mostly for spellworking and the like. The room, however, was currently bare with scorch marks on the walls from where she had thrown fireballs. Willow was not happy.
“That the best you’ve got?” the taunting voice said as she glared at him, her eyes dark with anger, “Pathetic” Warren circled her as he spoke, “No wonder nobody wants to be near you. What good are you really?”
“Leave now” Willow told him darkly, “Or I will find a way to hurt you”
“News flash Glinda” Warren replied, standing directly in front of her, “You already did that part. Not that it did you a lot of good, I mean look at you now” he moved back and looked at her derisively, “Let’s see your best friend, the slayer, is now a vampire, her little sister hates you for not being able to re-soul her, Angel is a total wreck, the wannabe’s are dropping like flies, nobody trusts you, oh and of course the best one. Your dead girlfriend wants nothing to do with you because you couldn’t save her. Well have I missed anything?”
Willow threw one last fireball, which went flying through Warren, and hit the wall before she dropped to her knees. No tears came, she had none left but she did look utterly defeated when faced with these ‘truths’.