[Transcript of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" episode Villains at buffyology.com.]
An ambulance speeds down Revello Drive toward the Summers home. The PARAMEDICS pull to a stop in front of the house and open the rear doors, grabbing their gear on the run. XANDER runs up to meet them, his shirt covered in blood.
She's in the back! This way!
He leads them around the house into the backyard.
She was shot?
Yeah, in the chest.
Accidental?
No! No, it was-- he was trying to kill her.
They reach BUFFY who is lying in the middle of the yard on her back. They unpack their equipment and start stabilizing her while Xander looks on, panicked.
WILLOW cradles TARA's dead body in her arms, weeping uncontrollably.
Oh, god! Oh, no... please. Please! Come on! Come on, Tara, please! Come on, baby...
The room suddenly goes dark and roiling clouds displace the bedroom ceiling. Willow looks up, her eyes black as pitch.
By Osiris, I command you! Bring her back!
Buffy stares up at the sky, her expression peaceful and calm, as the paramedics work on her.
Pulse is 100 and weak. Lung sounds are wet.
What does that mean? Is she gonna--
You need to stand back, okay? If you want us to help her out, we need some space.
Willow stares up at the churning clouds hovering in the bedroom. Electrical discharges arc across the room as her power pours forth fueled by grief and anger.
Hear me, Keeper of Darkness!
Suddenly a demonic face materializes out of the mist and glares down at Willow.
Witch! How dare you invoke Osiris in this task?
Please... please bring her back!
You may not violate the laws of natural passing.
How? How is this natural?
It is a human death by human means.
But I--
You raised one killed by mystical forces. This is not the same. She is taken by natural order. It is done.
No! There has to be a way.
It... is... done!
NOOOOOO!!!
The force of her power slams into Osiris and the demon screams in agony and disappears.
Opening credit sequence.
The paramedics wheel Buffy on a stretcher to the ambulance and load her inside. Xander follows, walking next to the stretcher and holding Buffy's hand.
Sunnydale Memorial, do you copy? We have a Caucasian female, 21, GSW to the chest.
Come on, Buffy, hang on. We're gonna get you to the hospital.
Xander turns in surprise when he sees Willow walking out of the house, her arms and clothes covered in blood.
Willow, oh my god! Are you okay?
How did this happen?
Warren-- he had a gun.
Warren...
It went down too fast. I couldn't stop it.
Willow turns and calmly but purposefully walks off down the street.
Hey. Will!
Sir, we have to go. Are you coming with us or not?
Xander hesitates then leaves Willow and jumps in the back of the ambulance. The paramedics close up the doors and pull out.
ANDREW lies on the top bunk while JONATHAN stares out the cell bars into the corridor.
Think they'll let my aunt bring me my Discman?
That's what you're worried about? In-flight entertainment? We're in jail!
We're in custody. We haven't been charged yet.
Thank you, Dragnet. It doesn't matter what they call it. They got us, okay? We're going down. (points to guy in next cell) That guy's been looking at me. I think he wants to make me his butt monkey.
Don't flatter yourself. I heard him talking to the guard. He's in here for parking tickets.
That doesn't mean anything. The joint changes you. I hear they like the small ones with little hands like their girlfriends.
You have got to chill out This isn't Oz. It's like Mayberry. Besides, Warren is going to find a way to get us out of here.
Yeah, I'm sure he'll be bustin' us out any minute.
He will. He's coming up with a plan... like Wargames. Remember that decoder that Matthew Broderick used?
Oh, yeah. That was rad. The one he made from the scissors and the tape recorder.
I miss Ferris Matthew. Broadway Matthew-- I find him cold.
Really? No, I-- shut up! This is real life and nobody's coming to get us, not even your aunt who won't return your one phone call.
She must be out of town!
She... doesn't... care. And neither does your partner in crime, Warren.
Don't say that. What do you mean my partner in crime? We're in this together.
What do you mean "what do I mean"? You two were totally going to fly off and leave me holding the bag.
No, we weren't. I was... going to carry you.
No. You two were setting me up and then Warren was going to screw you over, too.
That is so not true.
Sure. He's a nice murderer. He keeps his word.
You're wrong. He's coming for us. He's out there right now devising a brilliant way to get us out of here.
A seedy, smoky dive. Loud music plays while vampires and demons of all shapes and sizes booze it up. WARREN enters excited and fidgety and waves to the demon BARTENDER.
Whiskey, straight up. And get a round for the house. I'm feeling expansive.
He sits down next to a VAMPIRE who is intently watching a TV show about alligators.
Hey. Bet you don't get a lot of humans in--
The vampire seizes him by the arm.
I'm watching my program.
Wouldn't want to interrupt your me time... not even to buy the guy who killed the Slayer a drink.
He suddenly has the attention of the entire bar.
What's that?
I took her out myself. I've been heading an organization... the Trio. You've heard of us.
Uh... no.
Not important. I cut them loose. I figure now that Buffy's out of the picture, some things have got to change around here. I need a real gang, you know? Not a couple of wannabes.
And you killed the Slayer?
With these hands.
What are you, a warlock?
Funny you mention that. I've explored all the dark arts-- witchcraft, demonology-- you name it, I tried it against the Slayer. But you know what I found really works? A gun.
You killed the Slayer with a gun?
In her own backyard. Don't underestimate science, my friends. Good old-fashioned metal meets propulsion.
The bartender and the vampire both start laughing and Warren joins in.
Oh, man! This is gonna be good.
The best! The town is ours.
Ours maybe. You are screwed.
Warren laughs even harder and the others do the same.
Metal meets propulsion, yeah. But you still better be a good shot!
Warren's laughter dies away and looks at them, confused.
This isn't the evil laugh of victory, is it?
More like the evil laugh of "you're a dead man".
Okay... what's the joke?
It was just on the news. Girl was shot.
In her backyard.
She survived. She's in the hospital. And Slayers heal fast. Real fast.
Yeah. I was going to eat you myself during the commercial but now I think it'll be more fun to let the Slayer de-gut you. Might want to get a head start, my friend, 'cause this girl's gonna be coming for you... big time.
The door to the shop slams open and Willow enters. Every light bulb in the building explodes in succession as she walks through the store. ANYA looks up from where she's sitting at the register.
Willow...
Where do you keep the Black Arts books?
Something terrible has happened, I know, but you don't have to do--
I need power.
Not with those books, I can't let you. Willow!
Stop!
She holds up her hand and an energy barrier shoots out and stops Anya from reaching her. Willow looks up at the book loft and all of the ancient tomes suddenly leap off the upper shelves and rain down in a pile onto the reading table. Willow approaches the books and stretches her arms out toward them. She sinks her hands into the first book and they disappear beneath the pages. The spells and incantations in the books are literally sucked off the pages and absorbed into her body. The runes and mystic illustrations travel along her skin and cover her completely before disappearing within her.
As the dark magick fills her, it changes her, deepening her voice and turning both her red hair and her eyes a jet, coal black.
That's better.
DAWN enters, slightly taken aback to find the front door standing open and the house seemingly deserted.
Buffy?
She heads upstairs and pauses in the hallway.
Buffy?
No answer. She turns and heads for the master bedroom.
Hey... hello? The door was...
She trails off when she sees Tara's lifeless body lying on the floor.
Tara?
As she comes around the bed, she sees the blood and the bullet wound in Tara's chest and gasps in shock.
RACK opens the door and comes out of his inner sanctum and into the waiting room.
All right, who's next?
Warren jumps to the front of the line.
I am!
Rack looks him up and down, appraising him.
You're new.
Warren flashes a wad of cash.
Yeah, and I come bearing dead presidents so do you think we can just skip the small talk?
Rack just smiles and points to his private room.
How'd you find me?
I talked to a guy. He was one of your regulars. Offered to show me the way for 20 bucks.
Should have haggled. Most of my customers will bring you here for five.
Great! Great. I'll file that away. Look, I'm in a bit of a situation here. I tried to do us all a favor and eliminate the Slayer but it... I guess it didn't take.
Killin' a Slayer... that's big business for a kid.
I'm not a kid.
Okay...
I have my own guys. The Trio... you've heard of us.
Right. What were you-- a band or something?
I thought word traveled in the underworld. You know, we were evil! Robots were my thing. (off his look) You didn't hear about the freeze ray?
Sorry. So why aren't your guys helping you?
Look, I thought this was a cash-for-service gig, not an interview process. I need protection! I've got the Slayer after me.
The Slayer is the least of your problems.
Oh, you're right. I'm sorry. Let's talk about my skin troubles. You know, I'd say on the scale of problems, that she ranks.
If I were you, I'd worry about the witch.
Witch? Which witch?
Willow. Slayer's pal. She's the new power, man. Anybody with intuition can feel it. She's gonna blow this town apart. Startin' with you.
Me? What did I do to her? Okay, okay, I shot her friend.
I feel death.
But the Slayer is alive and she heals!
She might but somebody is stone cold and that is why the witch wants your head. She can sense your essence right now, man. It's just a matter of time before she finds you.
Warren slaps the whole wad of cash in Rack's hand.
Okay! Take it. There's that and I can get more. Just give me something.
Hide or fight?
Both. All of it. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve but it's not enough. I need a cover and I need lots of firepower.
I can't guarantee anything. Not this time. Girl's runnin' on pure fury. I've never felt anything like it.
Thank you for the tip, Nostradamus. Just load me up, okay?
Xander stands in the hall watching through the window as the doctors work on Buffy.
We've got to stop that bleeding.
Where?
Over by the left ventricle.
BP is down to 80/palp.
Got more bleeding.
BP is--
Suddenly the lights surge bright, then dim and all the electrical equipment in the room starts malfunctioning.
What's happening?
Willow suddenly appears in the doorway and stares hard at the medical staff.
Leave.
The doctors and nurses just stand there, staring at her in confusion, as Xander approaches Willow.
Willow?
Now.
Unnerved by Willow's presence, the medical personnel comply and clear the room. Buffy's heart monitor starts beeping wildly, then flatlines.
Will, what are you doing? She's gonna die!
No, she isn't.
Willow serenely approaches Buffy's bedside and looks down at her, concentrating intently. Within seconds, Buffy's wound opens and the bullet rises out of her body and into the air.
Beneath it, the wound closes back up and Buffy's skin rapidly heals, not even a scar remaining to indicate she'd ever been shot.
Willow considers the bullet hovering over Buffy curiously.
It's so small...
She snatches it out of the air, then opens her empty hand. The piece of lead is gone. Xander watches Willow warily as Buffy opens her eyes and sits up.
What happened?
Buffy! Oh, my god, are you okay?
Sure. How'd I get here?
Xander hugs her, relieved.
You gotta stop doing this. This dying thing's funny once, maybe twice.
Buffy looks over at Willow, taken aback by her appearance: black hair, black clothes.
Willow?
Buffy, hey.
What's wrong?
I'll explain but we've gotta go.
Why?
It's time to find Warren.
She abruptly turns and walks out.
Warren stands at the counter as a CLERK hands him a ticket.
This'll get me all the way to the border?
You'll have to change from the city bus. It's all in the folder.
Warren looks at the ticket, then heads outside and boards the bus.
Xander's car speeds down the road, Buffy in the passenger seat, Willow in back.
Faster.
I'm going as fast as I can.
Faster!
The gas pedal suddenly depresses on its own and the car surges forward.
Will, would you cut that out! If you wanted to drive--
We need to stop. I don't like this.
We're close. I can feel him.
And we'll catch him and he'll go to jail. I'm finding the whole getting shot very motivating... but you're using magick.
If I wasn't, you'd be dead.
Maybe. But this isn't right. This isn't how I want it.
Sometimes you don't have a choice.
I think Buffy gets the tiebreaker on this one. She was the one on the ouch end of the bullet.
Will, you do have a choice. This isn't good for you.
You made the decision to stop for a reason. You promised us. And can I just ask, what's with the makeover of the damned? I mean, the hair--
Willow suddenly straightens up, sensing something.
Turn right! Go!
Go where?
Over there! Now!
Will...
Turn!
The wheel is suddenly wrenched out of Xander's hands and the car swerves off the road into the desert.
Fine, fine! Puppetmaster wants to drive? Go right ahead.
They come upon a state highway and the car slides to a stop on the shoulder. Willow immediately gets out and strides to the center of the road. Buffy and Xander follow.
Willow, wait!
Stay back!
Plasma bolts shoot from her hand and envelope Buffy and Xander, halting them in their tracks. She turns back up the road as a passenger bus tops a rise and heads straight toward her.
She stares intently at the bus. Inside, the driver suddenly loses control, the steering wheel moving on its own, the accelerator dropping to the floor. The speeding bus barrels directly at Willow. When it's mere yards away, the wheels lock and the bus screeches to a shuddering less than a foot from where Willow is standing.
She walks around to the side and the door flies open before her.
Get out.
Knowing she means him, Warren stands up and walks off the bus. Willow instantly seizes him by the throat.
Please! I'll do anything.
Her hand tightens on his neck, snapping it like a twig. His eye pops from its socket revealing gleaming metal beneath-- a robot.
Willow drops the robot to the side of the road, then releases Buffy and Xander who run over to her. Buffy looks down at the robot, stunned by its presence and what she just saw Willow do to it.
It's a robot. It's a robot. I could feel his essence. He tricked me. (turns to go) We'll find him another way.
And then what?
And then we'll kill him.
Buffy grabs her by the arm and spins her around.
Okay, you need to calm down!
Calm down?
Look, you're angry. I am, too. There's no excuse for what Warren did but that--
He shot Tara. When he shot you, he hit her, too. Upstairs in my room. Guess the last shot was the charm.
She's dead?
She's dead. Now he's dead, too.
Oh, my god... Tara.
Christ, Will, how come you didn't say anything?
I'm busy.
She turns away and Buffy grabs her again.
Willow, please! Just stop. We love you-- and Tara-- but we don't kill humans. It's not the way.
How can you say that? Tara is dead.
I know. I know. And I can't understand anything. Not what happened and not what you must be going through. Willow, if you do this, you let Warren destroy you, too.
You said it yourself, Will. The magick's too strong. There's no coming back from it.
I'm not coming back.
Will, please! We'll get through this together.
We won't! Not your way.
Please just--
No! No more talking. It's done.
She walks away and hurls a bolt of plasma at Buffy and Xander as she goes, knocking them to the ground. When they look up, she's gone. There's nothing but empty desert for miles in every direction.
Buffy and Xander finally arrive back at her house and walk inside. It's dark, no lights at all.
Willow? Dawn?
Maybe she went to the hospital to find you.
I left there hours ago. She would have been back by now.
They both turn and head upstairs.
While Xander checks the rest of the floor, Buffy enters the master bedroom. She finds Tara's body right where Willow left it.
Oh, god...
I didn't want to leave her alone.
Buffy turns and finds Dawn huddled in the corner. She walks over and kneels down next to her.
Dawn, sweetheart. Come on. Honey, we need to get out of here, okay? Be strong for me, okay? We need to go downstairs.
Xander walks in slowly, staring at Tara, his face an expressionless mask. Dawn hugs her sister, crying.
I don't understand.
I don't understand either.
Xander watches grimly as crime scene techs carry Tara's body down the stairs on a stretcher in a body bag. Buffy sits with Dawn on the couch in the living room.
If you could just sign this...
Sure.
He hands Xander a slip of paper.
Call this number tomorrow. We'll have more information.
Okay. Thanks.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Xander closes the door behind him and walks into the living room with the others.
So... that's it.
Are the police gone, too?
Coming back tomorrow with more of their pretty yellow tape.
We need to find Willow.
Yeah, she's off the wagon big time. Warren's a dead man if she finds him.
Good.
Dawn, don't say that.
Why not? I'd do it myself if I could.
Because you don't really feel that way.
Yes, I do. And you should, too. He killed Tara and he nearly killed you. He needs to pay.
Out of the mouths of babes.
Xander...
I'm just saying, he's just as bad as any vampire you send to Dustville.
Being a Slayer doesn't give me a license to kill. Warren's human.
So?
So the human world has its own rules for dealing with people like him.
Yeah, we all know how well those rules work.
Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don't. We can't control the universe. If we were supposed to... then the magick wouldn't change Willow the way it does. And we'd be able to bring Tara back.
And mom.
There are limits to what we can do. There should be. Willow doesn't want to believe that and now she's messing with forces that want to hurt her. All of us.
I just... I've had blood on my hands all day. Blood from people I love.
I know... and now it has to stop. Warren's going to get what he deserves-- I promise-- but I will not let Willow destroy herself.
Okay, where do we go? She could be anywhere.
I don't know... maybe the Magic Box for some kind of locating spell? I could go myself.
No, I'm cool. I'll go.
Dawn can't stay here by herself.
Let me go with you. I want to.
No, honey. It's too dangerous.
But... it's Willow. She needs us.
She does. And you'll help her. Lots. But first we have to get her home in one piece.
But--
Dawn. I'm serious. You've been through enough for more than one... ever. You should be someplace where you feel safe.
Fine. I want to go to Spike's.
All right.
What? Not all right. Are you kidding? After what Spike did to--
Xander! (beat) I'll get the coats.
She gets up and goes into the foyer. Xander follows her.
You're not going to really leave Dawn with Mr. Attempted Rape?
He won't hurt Dawn, okay? He physically can't. Besides... he wouldn't.
Well, after the other night, I'd say all bets are off on what he's capable of.
Dawn feels safe with him. We don't have a choice. Right now, he's all we've got.
Willow sits on Tara's bed holding the blouse she was wearing earlier, the one covered with Tara's blood. She stands up and spreads the blouse on the floor and kneels before it.
Blood of the slain, hear me. Guide me to Tara's killer.
As she watches, the blood on the shirt shifts from a pattern of random droplets to a crude map of Sunnydale. The forest is highlighted on the map.
The television is on and playing an old black-and-white Jimmy Stewart movie. The door opens and Buffy enters with Dawn and approaches the figure sitting before the TV.
Spike.
CLEM bolts upright with a yelp.
Suffering cats! Where did you come from?
Oh, Clem. Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.
It's okay. You just snuck up on me, is all.
I made you spill your snacks.
Oh, don't worry about it. Like I need any more of this.
He jiggles the flaps of skin hanging off his arm.
Hi. Can I get you ladies something? I was just about to mix up some Country Time.
We're looking for Spike, actually.
He didn't tell you?
Tell me what?
He left. Town.
Oh...
He just took off?
That's why I'm staying here for him. Sweet pad like this goes empty for a few days, you'll lose it for sure. Plus, I don't have a TV. I'm surprised he didn't tell you. He kinda left in a hurry, I guess. Sure I can't get you something? I've got Bugles and liverwurst...
We're fine, thank you. But you could do us a favor. (Clem nods) Do you think maybe Dawn could hang out here with you for a while? I have some stuff that I need to do and I really don't want her to be alone.
I still don't see why I just can't--
Dawn, we've been through this. (to Clem) What do you think?
No problem. I'd love the company. (to Dawn) Do you like Parcheesi?
Sure.
Or we could rent videos. I've been dying to see The Wedding Planner.
Either way, I'm good.
Oh, here! You can have the comfy chair.
Buffy hugs Dawn.
I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise. (to Clem) Thank you.
She heads for the door, then stops and turns back.
Did he say when he'd be back?
Spike? No. Only that he could be gone a while.
A small native seaside village on the shores of Lake Victoria. As Spike strides across the sand, a native MAN approaches him, gesturing frantically.
Toyenza coyengara. Erio mtuwana! (You can't go in there. It's very dangerous!)
Not asking for permission, mate.
Ymirara! Odja kufa. Ymirara! (Stop! You'll die. Stop!)
Spike enters the dark cave and strikes a flame with his lighter, illuminating crude pictographs on the walls. The scenes are bloody and violent, a tableau of death. A sudden wind springs up and kills the flame. Spike puts the lighter away and continues deeper into the cave. A deep rumbling voice filled with menace emanates from the shadowy recesses.
You seek me, vampire?
Spike turns to confront the massive Asphyx demon. It's glowing green eyes pierce the darkness and watch him malevolently.
You do the finger paintings? Nice work.
Answer me.
Yeah. I seek you.
Something about a woman. The Slayer.
Bitch thinks she's better than me. Ever since I got this bleeding chip in my head, things ain't been right. Everything's gone to hell.
And you want to return to your former self.
Yeah.
The demon laughs.
What?
Look what she's reduced you to.
It's this bloody chip!
You were a legendary dark warrior and you let yourself be castrated and you have the audacity to crawl in here and demand restoration?
I'm still a warrior.
You're a pathetic excuse for a demon.
Yeah? I'll show you pathetic. Give me your best shot.
You'd never endure the trials required to grant your request.
Do your worst... but when I win, I want what I came here for. Bitch is gonna see a change.
Xander helps Anya over to the reading table which is still piled high with the now-blank spell books.
Are you feeling any change? Can you talk?
She pulls away from him.
It's wearing off. Willow was here earlier. She put the whammy on me, then went straight to the Dark Arts books and sucked them dry.
Look, Anya, something terrible happened.
I know. Tara.
Willow's out for blood big time. We need to find her before she finds Warren. Is there something you can do... a locator spell?
I don't need a spell. I can feel her.
You can--
Feel her. Her thirst for vengeance, it's overwhelming.
Is that like left over from your vengeance demon days, this sensor?
No. Not left over.
Xander gets it.
Oh.
Yeah.
When?
When do you think?
The door opens and Buffy enters.
Is everyone okay? Did Willow--
Got a power boost and took off.
Anya was saying she knows where Willow is.
A spell?
Not exactly. Seems Anya got her vengeance on again.
Buffy's eyes go wide.
Oh...
So Willow's all wrathy. Why don't you go to her? Isn't that your gig?
Normally, I'd have to. But she doesn't want me.
She wants to do it herself.
Yeah.
Look, Anya, we don't have much time. Which side of this are you on?
If you know where she is, you can help us.
Anya considers for a moment, then stands.
I'll help... but I'm helping Willow. She's close to him. He's in the woods.
Willow strides through the dark woods, still carrying her bloody blouse. The trees part before her, clearing a path. Warren flees ahead of her, running desperately. She comes to a clearing and stops, looking around.
Run all night, Warren. I'll still find y--
She gasps and falls over, an axe buried in her back. Warren steps out of the shadows and looks down at her.
Resume. Warren looks down at Willow and smiles but his smile vanishes as she rises up off the ground and turns toward him, ripping the axe out of her back and throwing it at his feet.
Axe not gonna cut it.
He turns and dashes off into the trees, Willow right behind him. As he runs, he takes a silver box from his backpack and twists a knob on the top. The box instantly sprouts a set of metal wings and takes off, flitting through the treetops.
It careens down toward Willow who looks up just in time to see it rushing toward her. When the box is about five feet from her, it explodes into a massive fireball.
Freeze!
The fireball instantly stops expanding and turns to ice. Willow walks straight through the ice sphere, shattering it, and continues after Warren.
Panting, Warren runs through the forest, terrified, looking behind him for any sign of Willow. He gasps when he turns to find her standing right in front of him.
That's cute. That's a cute trick.
He backs away from her and she advances on him.
It was an accident, you know.
Oh, you mean instead of killing my best friend, you killed my girlfriend?
It wasn't personal. That's all.
He reaches into his pocket.
Well, this is.
He turns and runs away but Willow unleashes a magickal burst of plasma that knocks him off his feet. He pulls a ball of putty-like material from his pocket and hurls it at Willow.
Capture!
The ball strikes Willow and instantly expands, the clear viscous substance completely enveloping her within seconds. Warren doesn't wait around-- he takes off into the forest again.
Inside the liquid cocoon, Willow's eyes glow a molten red and burn through the magickal substance. It melts and sloughs off her in waves and she's free to pursue Warren again. She focuses her power and sends it out into the forest ahead of her.
Iretite. (Ensnare.)
Warren cries out as his legs and arms are instantly caught in a tangle of hanging vines and creepers. They wrap around him, immobilizing him and pulling his arms out to his sides.
Willow walks into the clearing and approaches him.
Cute tricks.
You are really asking for it, you know that?
I'm asking for it?
I'm gonna walk away from this and when I do, you're gonna beg to go join your little girlfriend.
Willow stares at him for a moment and then comes to a realization.
She wasn't your first.
First who?
Tara. She wasn't the first girl you killed.
I don't know what you're talking ab--
Reveal!
Suddenly Warren's ex-girlfriend KATRINA SILBER walks into the clearing.
I should have strangled you in your sleep, back when we shared a bed. I should have done the world a favor.
It's a trick.
Why, Warren? You could have just let me go.
Make it shut up. Make it go away.
It didn't have to be like that.
I'm not kidding!
How could you say you loved me and do that to me?
Because you deserved it, bitch!
He turns to her but Katrina is gone.
Because you liked it.
Oh, shut up!
You never felt you had the power with her... not until you killed her.
Women. You know, you're just like the rest of 'em. Mind games...
You get off on it. That's why you had a mad-on for the Slayer. She was your big O, wasn't she, Warren?
Are you done yet or can we talk some more about our feelings?
Buffy, Xander and Anya make their way through the woods, tracking Willow.
What's happening? What do you feel?
She's stronger now. Close.
What about Warren? Has she--?
He's still alive. She's not done.
Warren is desperate now, his bravado gone.
Help! Let me go. Somebody! Help!
What's the matter? Thought you wanted to talk.
No.
Okay.
She raises her hand and the bullet from Buffy's body appears in her palm.
I'll talk.
With a flick of her hand, Warren's shirt rips open, exposing his bare chest.
What-- what are you doing?
Shhhh...
Hey, I'm sorry, okay! I'm sorry!
She holds the bullet right over his sternum and lets it go. It floats there, slowly twirling, inches from his skin.
Want to know what a bullet feels like, Warren? A real one? It's not like in the comics.
No... no...
I think you need to. Feel it!
The bullet moves forward slowly and starts burrowing into his chest. Warren screams in agony.
Oh, god! Stop it...
It's not going to make a neat little hole. First, it'll obliterate your internal organs. Your lung will collapse, feels like drowning.
Please, no...
When it finally hits your spine, it'll blow your central nervous system.
Please, stop! God! Please!
I'm talking!
She waves her hand and Warren's mouth stitches shut. His screams become muffled moans.
The pain will be unbearable but you won't be able to move. A bullet usually travels faster than this, of course, but the dying? It'll seem like it takes forever. It's something, isn't it? One tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out... took her light away. From me. From the world. Now the one person who should be here is gone and a waste like you gets to live. Tiny piece of metal... can you feel it now?
Buffy and the others are getting closer.
Over there.
I said, can you feel it?
She waves her hand and the stitches disappear.
Please, god! I did wrong. I see that now. I need... jail! But you don't want this. You're not a bad person. Not like me.
Willow!
And when you get caught, you'll lose them, too. Your friends. You don't want that. I know you're in pain but--
Bored now.
As Buffy, Anya and Xander run into the clearing, Willow raises her hand and Warren's skin rips free of his body. His bloody body sags against the vines as he dies.
Willow turns to her friends who stare at her in abject horror.
Oh, my god...
What did you do? Willow, what did you do?
Willow looks back at Warren's corpse and it disintegrates in a burst of flame.
One down...
Her eyes glow a demonic red and she disappears in a swirl of black smoke, leaving Anya, Buffy and Xander alone in the dark woods.