I am trying my hand at a Willow-centric story. It will come in parts.

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I am trying my hand at a post season 7 Willow-centric story. It contains spoilers.

Part I

Ethereal winds caught auburn strands of hair as Willow floated through the plane following the bright green speck. Exhilarating as it was, she was filled with a sense of expediency. She could still make out the essence, slayer for certain, but weak, as though a thick curtain separated her from her quarry. She had not even had this much trouble the first time she had caught wind of Dana.
"Where are you? I know you are out there," Willow whispered to herself. "This is so confusing!"
Feeling her energies dwindle, she knew that she would have to return to the material plane shortly. Maybe today wouldn't be her day after all. Empty handed once again. She thought for sure that her advanced locator spell would finally help her to locate this newest find, with most of the newly empowered slayers already in training, this search should be easier than it was. But something seemed to keep them apart. That, however would have to wait for tomorrow.
The strand that anchored her to her body shook slightly, heralding the arrival of an Ether Wraith.
"No you don't!" Willow yelled as she moved like lightning down her strand, the Ethereal Plane whipping by. As she approached the radiant beast she saw its giant, smoky husk, lined with hues of green and blue and yellow. Scarlet light poured from its mouth as it roared, and it fixed its solid black orbs on the witches own blackening eyes.
"Hecate, I beseech you..." but she was cut short by the slamming of a second Ether Wraith's wispy body into hers. She was sent flying back for a moment until she regained her sense of up and down. That still took some practice. Changing tactics, Willow began a new chant, this time with both beasts, now side by side, in mind. As they let out another ear piecing roar, the winds quaked. A vortex streamed from Willows fingertips in a rush of shear force, and as they assaulted the Wraiths they shot them far from Willow presence.
"They're going to come back...with friends. I've gotta go." Willow resigned to herself. "I'll try tomorrow." She flew along her silver cord, the one thing that allowed her to find her body and Kennedy.
As she neared her destination she clearly heard the agony racked weeping again. Stopping her descent, she fully reemerged into the world of the Ethereal once more. Though exhaustion began to grip her, she lingered, straining to her the once again almost imperceptible shuddering cry. She waited. She listened. It sounded as though it would vanish on the breaking winds. Then it came on strong, like a rising crescendo of a demonic symphony, the cry assailed her. Pure misery filled Willow's being and, as if like a spell, carried her from her own thoughts. Alien images, thoughts not her own filled her head. Too chaotic for her to discern, she was presented with random, crackling, muddled images. And the sounds. Oh, the horrible sounds.
"Oh Goddess!" she screamed over and over, until she was brought from her own horror by a gentle cool hand. Kennedy's face loomed inches from her own, deep concern etched into the set of her gaze.
"Are you alright? Willow? Are you alri"¦"
"Yes love, I'm OK," Willow said breathlessly, as she looked around, to Xander, and then back to the woman she had grown to love over the last year, "I felt it again. All scary and, and"¦. This time I did feel something new. Something, I mean someone in lots of pain. I could almost feel it myself."
"Do you still think it is a slayer?" Xander asked.
"I am sure of it now, I could see her thoughts, or memories. I am not sure, but they are horrible. I think that some demon has got her. She needs us and I still don't know where to start looking."
"I just got off the phone with Andrew, in England, and he says that their coven still can't sense anything. Are you sure it's really a slayer? It could be, you know, like a decoy, something to throw the old Will-hound nose off the scent. You know the Italian branch of Wolfram and Hart is dying to get their hands on some of the new slayers before we can get to them. Maybe they found a way to block you or confuse you?"
"No Xander," Kennedy said, helping Willow to her feet, the witch's body trembled. "If Willow said she is sure, then she is sure."
"Kennedy." Willow said weakly before falling backwards, Xander and her lover both rushed to catch her. To Willow, the whole world seemed wrong. That thought carried her into unconsciousness.

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Please feel free to critique. You're comments are more than welcome.

It has only just begun. ::bat::
 
It was great😀 and very orginal,no spuffy,no bangel...The plot is very good😀
Well,..you just say 'Maaaaaaybe' about Wolfram and Hart lol..I hope you'll mention them.An Angel crossover would be good😀
I can't wait to see the...ern...that thing you told me,I don't wanna spoil readers😀...I hope that thing will come out very soon!😀
 
Part 2

The energies began to crackle, leaving the air thick with static. The warlocks' hands ran up and down the etched runes of the metal Golem's armored body. Deep chanting added extra weight to the atmosphere of the dark stone chamber.
Pale light from ever burning torches lined the walls every five feet. Between them, circles were sprawled, drawn in blood. Some were of summoning, some of protection; and one meant to trap a soul in place was located on the ceiling. This most complex circle kept the soul of a recently deceased child contained in the area, unable to escape the unfortunate fate that was in store. Then a tremendous demon entered the room, joining the ranks of the seven warlocks. It's taught skin was deep crimson, muscularly built, with giant smooth black horns, and cloven feet. With him entered a slight of a man, no more than 5' 8'', with oily aged skin and dressed in greasy overalls and a ball cap. At a glance you could tell that bathing was a foreign concept to him.
"Well boys," the demon's voice was raspy, like it was talking with a mouth full of gravel, "this is Jim, one of the best engine guys in Cleveland. You should have seen the wonders he did with my nephew's Corvette. Ran like a dream. Well, until I clubbed him with it." The chanting continued as though the human warlocks never heard him. The demon, Lofthre, shrugged and turned to face Jim. "They always were into their work. You have GOT the respect a work ethic like that."
"So is my beauty ready to go in. I can't wait to see it under the hood."
"As long as ya got my cash, she's yours. It's up in the garage."
Lofthre raised his giant hand before him, and spoke a few words in his native tongue. A briefcase appeared in the clawed fingers. "Twenty-five large. You can count it if you don't trust me." It's toothed maw twisted into, one could almost say, a suave smile. The filthy man grabbed the case from it and set it next to the entrance. "That's OK pal, I know you won't screw me."
"Bring me my engine, it is time to see what this puppy can REALLY do."
Jim left the chamber. The deep chant followed him as he climbed the staircase. He returned moments later with a giant engine, 32 cylinders in all, on a large floating disc. Each piece of the motor held one intricately carved rune on its polished surface. No vehicle could ever house this monster of an engine.
The chest of the titan golem opened up, steam firing out of several parts of its metallic frame. The disc hovered above, and then lowered the motor into place at the center of the creation. The disc then disappeared.
Lofthre became giddy, as much so as any demon had before, " Tighten it in. I want to hear her purr."
Jim pulled out his wrenches and torqued each bolt into place; even the bolts were covered in runes. He then inspected his work, breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped back for Lofthre to see the finished product. Instead he saw that the demon had begun to chant now as well. The energy in the room became livid, snapping and popping, and arcs began to climb the metal body; Jim's hair would have stood on end if it were not so filthy. Then, like dominos, the warlocks stopped chanting, each grabbing his chest. They emitted a low groan as they fell to the ground, dead. A child's scream filled the room; terror and pain resonated in the voice. Then all went silent. No chanting, no hum; all silent.
"Did it work?" asked the greasy little man. Before Lofthre could answer, and deafening engine roar answered his question. The golem's foot twitched, then it's thick fingers, and finally it shot up quickly. The demon's smile widened from ear to ear.
"Now this is American engineering at it finest." Lofthre said. "Care to see what she can do, Jim?"
"No, I think I'll take my money and leave you two alone." Jim replied. "I've got places other than here to be." He collected the briefcase, and moved to the door. I slammed shut before he could exit.
"Now Jim, you should know better than to trust a demon, especially me." Lofthre turned to the 15' tall machine, "You are my very special little boy. Yes you are. Why don't you show the bad man what you can do?" It's motor revved as Jim began to squeal in terror. He clawed at the door, frantic to escape. It took its first step, toward Jim. He pounded at the door, screaming, "Someone help me, Please help me!"
The machine's fist shot out, practically vaporizing the fragile man's body underts weight. The briefcase was imbedded in the stone wall.
"That's a good boy. You shall be my little doomsday device. But you need a name," The demon thought for a moment, "I like Asylum."
 
Part 3

Willow's eyes opened heavily. On the bed sat Kennedy and Xander. While Kennedy sat looking at her auburn haired lover with worry, Xander rubbed his eye patch. Willow let out a tired giggle. He was still not fully adjusted to it. Seeing that she had come to, Kennedy placed her hand on her forehead.
"Buffy, she's awake." Xander called out, and then moved closer to the woman he loved more dearly than anything else in the world. "How are you feeling, Will?" he asked.
"My head is all poundy"¦ but I'll be alright." She was taken back by the thought of awakening to a similar sight six years ago, after what Xander now called Angel's little episode. Only then, Oz was in Kennedy's place. Echoes of screams still linger in her head, as though they longed for resolution that may never come.
"She's awake?" Dawn asked as she entered the room, "You are. I was so worried."
Kennedy wiped beads of sweat from Willow's forehead; her own was drenched in perspiration. The weather had been hot in Italy lately, and Buffy's air conditioning not working didn't help matters any. Willow sat up in the bed.
"Willow, be careful. I don't want"¦" Kennedy began, but was cut short by the witch's resolve face.
"I am going to be fine, you are such a worry wart." She grabbed her slayer's hand. "I have felt worse. Buffy entered the room, with a genuine smile, which contained a warmth and contentment she had not seen on the Slayer's face in years. It did, however, carry with it a solemness since the death of Spike. Still it was a much nicer sight than the prepackaged smile she was getting so good at. Her hair was much shorter than Willow had ever seen it.
"You gave us all a scare."
"Funny. You face the armies of hell, and yet, my passing out is scary."
"Well I figure anything that knocks you down is worth my worrying. What was it?"
"Only some Wraiths," she regarded the ability of the Ether Wraiths to sap the life essence of unfortunate travelers on the Ethereal Plane through the silver cords that bound them to their earthly body, "but that wasn't the problem. I felt it again, like when the potentials were first changed. This time it was like someone was in pain. Oh Buffy, there was so much pain. I could feel it. So much worse than Dana." She could still recall the silent soulful cry of the new slayer Dana on the light winds of the Ethereal Plane, but this was something much darker.
"What do you think it could mean? I mean Xander thinks that it's Wolfram and Hart trying to confuse. They've taken too active an interest in preventing the new Watcher's council. Giles has already had a couple of run-ins and I wouldn't put it past them." Already three potentials had joined their ranks under very lucrative offers.
"No Buffy, I could see her thoughts. They were too chaotic to understand, but they were real. I mean really real. I know it," Willow certified. Kennedy handed her a glass of water from the nightstand. Willow drank deeply, quenching her thirst.
Dawn said, "Maybe there is some kind of spell that is trapping her somewhere, like ok, I have been reading that some spells are used on prisons for demons to keep anyone who might try to free them from actually finding them to start with."
"Like at Giles Two over here, all some spells this and this mojo does that," Xander said kidding. Dawn threw him a relatively mean glance. He put his hands out in surrender. But Willow conceded, "She's probably not far off the mark."
"Will, how "˜bout you, are you gong to be Ok. You've been making too many mind trips in the last couple a days. It looks like it's starting to wear you down," Buffy interjected.
"Yah," Kennedy agreed, "you've been dead to the world the second your head hits the pillow the last couple nights. I really think you should take a break."
"I agree, you should take a day or two off, take a break, and, you know, rest up," Said Xander.
Willow replaced the glass on the table next to her and, not really looking at anyone at the moment thought about all that she had sensed.
"I can't."
"Why not? Do you really want to kill yourself," Dawn piped in, " I mean you can almost read Prada on the bags under your eyes."
"We should find her Willow, I am in full agreement mode, but lets see if Giles' Coven in England has had any luck," Buffy added.
"And besides," said Dawn, "you're getting a little ripe." All four gave her a foul, but lighthearted, look. "What! I am just teasing. Well, sort of. You do have a bit of an odor."
Too weak to not overlook their arguments, Willow gave a resigned sigh. "I suppose your right, a day can't hurt anymore than the last couple have already. I'll give myself some time." She looked at Kennedy, then Xander, Buffy, and Dawn. None of them looked like they really believed her.
"You promise?" Buffy insistently asked, "This isn't one of those No, Buffy, I won't try to fight Glory alone things, is it? Because that almost went by. Just promise me that you'll give it a day before you go on another mind walk. OK?"
"I promise, no mind walk. Really."
Kennedy leaned forward and gently kissed her soft cheek. "You'd better, cuz I'll kick you ass." Willow smiled at this proclamation, and took her hand in her own.
 
Part 4

It felt nothing, not the breeze in its hair, nor the drops of rain on its skin. It could sense these things, but not appreciate them. Besides it had neither skin nor hair. The rain pinged off the metal of its outrageously sturdy body. It did remember that it had seen such splendors before, and that then it could feel anything. But it did not know where or when. This made it angry, so very angry. It wanted to play in the rain, to frolic and play. Lofthre had told it to go out and play, to get a sense of the world, but it remembered it already. It just wasn't sure how.
So, now here was Asylum, out in the rain and the mud of Cleveland's industrial sector, playing like a good boy. Fourteen crushed cars, three collapsing buildings, and twelve broken human bodies later, it began to wonder if it was a good boy yet. Would it get to feel again? Asylum surely hoped so. Its answer came in the form of a crossbow bolt in the glass eye. The bolt shattered on impact. Asylum looked in the direction it came from. Three young women, each with a crucifix around their neck and axes at the ready, stood fourteen feet away. One charged in with a war cry, bringing the axe down with a not very skillful overhead chop. It skittered down the runed armor of its body harmlessly. The second two snapped into action. They came at the golem with great ferocity.
All three stopped dead in their tracks as Asylum's motor revved nightmarishly to life. The deafening growl was accompanied by the smashing of its forearm into the closest slayer's body. She flew through the air like a doll, and landed broken and unconscious, but still alive.
"Julia!" both yelled.The second two slayers changed tactics, dropping low, just out of the range of The Machine-beast's massive arms." You take left, I'll get his right!" Asylum swung its arms anyways, and the women dove through the air, twisting their bodies as they went. Each slayer's axe landed perfectly on target, straight to the back of the heavily armored knees of the juggernaut. Each axe shattered at the impressive force of the blows. The slayers landed in a roll, and wound back up on their feet, never breaking momentum for a second.
Still growling, the titan's body shot steam as armor plates shifted from its shoulders to its back to allow it to move in new ways. Its head twisted around and it began to run backwards its arms spinning in their sockets. One of the slayers dropped low and spun around with a tripping kick. This proved to be her great mistake. The leg of, even, a slayer could not stop the force of Asylum's legs in a charge. Instead it cracked as she was thrown to the side. She screamed out in pain. Dropping to one knee with alarming speed, the golem crushed her other leg, eliciting anouther scream. It then stood back up, whipping around and began another dash.
"Go Ann, run!" the wounded slayer called out before shock gripped her. Asylum kept going forward towards the only standing slayer, arms swinging in a motion of pure bone crunching impetus. As it drew within range, she fell back, and using Asylum's momentum against itself, propelled it a few feet beyond her. Only then did she realize how heavy that it really was. Her wrists ached horribly, as did her ankles.
Ann ran to her fallen companions, throwing one over one shoulder and the other in the free one. She knew that this was not a fight she could win; they needed bigger guns. Something like a bazooka she thought to herself to distract her from the pain in her joints. Their watcher would know what to do, they always did. As she ran, she heard the horrible sound of Asylum's motor firing off, heralding its anger, its unabashed rage.
All Asylum could think was that it was not done playing yet, and it would break those little girls, were it the last thing that it did. It charged forward, propelled by emotion, that and a modified spell-matrix driven engine and three tons of classic Cleveland steel. Its motor, capable of perpetual momentum sent it forward through the debris of the last building it had capsized. It could still hear the slayers footsteps, and it had no intention of loosing her. With the force of a locomotive, it charged through the building wreckage, blasting out on the other side. It slammed a passing car as it continued on; not even noticing it was there. The car spun over three dozen times before finally coming to a rest, allowing it's confused and very dizzy occupant to exit. The slayer looked back, driven by terror for herself and her two wounded companions, and saw that the juggernaut was fast approaching. Ann's ankle hurt horribly, but she kept going running around the corner of a building and out of its sight, she stopped.
Asylum kept on forward, smashing brick and metal as it continued to build speed. It crashed out the other side, not ten feet from where the slayer rested. She began to run again, through the courtyard of an abandoned riverside factory. Asylum began to follow, not intending to let his quarry escape. They were going to play some more, of that it was certain. It had seen her face when it broke through the building; the fear, the pain; hers almost matched its own. It wanted them to know what it felt. It wanted more tears to flow. It felt bad for that, but it did not know why. It only understood want, and desire. It only wanted to make Lofthre happy. Would this do that? Asylum was certain to find out.
The slayer made good time getting to the factory, not even bothering to slam the door shut behind her. She looked for anywhere to hide. She saw dank offices on the second floor of the decrepit building. Up the stairs she went, the thing was so heavy, it couldn't possibly climb the decaying stairs to get to the three of them. Both her companions looked as though they had one foot in the grave, and she was sure that she wasn't going to let them put the other in as well. As she reached the top, Asylum burst into the building with a shower of brick dust and plaster. It caught the last moments of Ann dodging behind a corner of the offices upstairs, and moved to follow. The stairs gave easily under the weight of its tremendous foot. It tried to think of how to get up to them. It strained to hear her, but couldn't. It activated on of the runes on its temple, and suddenly it could hear not only her labored breathing, but also her heartbeat pounding in Ann's chest.
Asylum followed the sound to under its source, attempting to quietly stalk, but only succeeding in loudly crunching the floor to bits under it. Stealth was something it didn't realize that it lacked. Under the source of the sounds, it tried to reach up to the ceiling, but it was twenty-five feet up. Asylum stooped down as low as in could and leapt straight up. The slayer screamed as it crashed through the floor right in front of her and the two others. Up she stood, taking her comrades with as she ran through the maze-like offices. Beneath her she could hear the titanic steps of the metallic monstrosity following her. She screamed again as it jump up through the floor once again, this time knocking her to her butt, the two others falling to the floor hard. She looked ahead and saw a window, boarded up, and collecting the other slayers again, ran to it. The wood of each plank cracked and broke easily behind the power of her fist. Pain coursed throughout her body with each blow. With a steadying breath Ann and her companions began the dive into the river below.
 
I want to try out a new feature. It won't be used too often towards the start, but more towards the conclusion. I am goint to let people vote on who, of the pre-established characters, will be the central character of Part 5. This will help mold the story somewhat. Who do you want to read about next?
The cast to chose from for Part 5:
Giles(has not yet been introduced)
Faith(has not yet been introduced)
There are other characters, but we will not center on them at this time. A Giles or Faith part would fit best for story continuity. But the choice is yours. Just find your voice.
 
Willow: The Onslaught of Asylum

This, by the way, is the name of the story- Willow: The Onslaught of Asylum
Took me awhile to come up with a decent name.
 
Really good stuff - I never read fan fic to be honest so I am not really 'qualified' to be a critic 'lol' This has wanted me to come back and read the next installment though. 😉

I vote for Giles too.😀
 
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