Matt ran around the corner and almost tripped over; he slowed to a stop and tried to get his breath back. He turned around nervously and scanned the area around him; that man wasn’t following him.
He closed his eyes in relief, still panting, and started walking back home; he didn’t want to think about what had happened. He just wanted to get to bed and forget it.
As he walked home he failed to notice footsteps coming from behind him; he was wondering if his parents were awake or not, what if they checked his room?
He sighed, he’d better start running again; he was almost home.
The redhead broke into a sudden run, still failing to notice the now quickening footsteps behind him. He passed through a block of light from a lamp-post and then was covered in the darkness of shadows as he carried on.
Almost there, a little further; he frowned as the footsteps met his ears- they weren’t his; they were out-of-sync with his and were a little louder. How had he not noticed them before?
He ran faster, was it Kyle? He wanted to turn back and look but he always saw on television how people running often lost their footing and tripped if they weren’t looking where they were going.
So he kept running; he could see his house. He was relieved to find that all the lights in the house were on. In his distraction he didn’t realize that he had slowed a little and the person behind him had started sprinting up to him.
He did, however, notice the hand clamping around his mouth and the familiar stench of cigarettes and beer; he also noticed the damp rag that was covering his mouth and nose.
Matt struggled and breathed in; the rag smelled weird; his head span and then everything went dark.
Kyle scooped the boy up into his arms and smirked; the boy, a witch or not, was going to wish he’d never tried to run from him. Nobody ran from Kyle; especially if he liked them.
Willow chewed her thumbnail nervously, she turned around to look at the telephone and then looked at her wife, “They should be here any minute,” she muttered.
Tara looked rather pale as she clung on Sammie like a lifeline, “H-he’ll be o-okay.”
The redhead smiled weakly, her wife sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that; what if he wasn’t okay? What if-
The doorbell ran throughout the house; Willow sprinted for the door and almost ripped it off its hinges getting it open; their friends all stood there. They looked worried.
Willow let them into the house, she frowned as she saw the way Spike and Buffy were looking at their son.
JJ was present as well as William, Annie and Kim; it looked like Shane had stayed back to look after the kids.
“Have you found him yet?” asked Buffy in a strange voice.
Willow shook her head, “No.”
Buffy glared at William, “Well?”
William looked guiltily up at his two aunts and said, “Me and Matt went out of the house for a while.”
“What!?” exclaimed the redhead. Tara just stared.
William cringed, “We went to the house that the bullies were in- you know, the guys that beat Matt up all the time? We just went there to scare them. And we did. Then we walked home.”
Buffy glared, “Separately, alone…in the dark!”
William sighed, “Matt’s a witch…I thought he’d be okay!”
JJ looked at him, “Well, he’s not. He never came home, so…”
Annie and Kim looked at the blond solemnly and then at each other; they looked pretty freaked out.
Willow had trouble breathing around the anger and fear, she looked at William as though he might have killed her son, “How could you?”
William looked away from her disappointed and angered eyes, “’m sorry.”
Willow felt her wife’s hand on her arm, she glared at the wall to the left silently.
Tara held onto her daughter tightly; the little girl had already fallen asleep after almost an hour of being awake, “But Annie and Kim…they know w-where he is, right?”
The twins shook their head, “We tried…
…but we can’t find him,” finished Annie. “Sorry Aunt Tara.”
“Yeah, sorry,” echoed Kim glumly.
Willow felt herself go cold, she only way that those girls wouldn’t be able to sense him was if he was already…