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Title: A Willow in Wolf's Clothing
Rating: PG13(The rating may go up. I'm not sure yet.)
Disclaimer: Willow of BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon and associates.
Anita Blake and her world belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and
associates. I'm just borrowing these characters for a while to play
with. I promise to put them back when I'm done.
Buffy spoilers: season 7 to the episode with the Gnarl
AB spoilers: Narcissus in Chains
Willow hurried across the campus of Washington University. She was
running behind for her first class and mentally berating herself for
the fact. She was dressed haphazardly, a testament to the fact that
she hadn't slept well the night before. Her skin seemed pale
even for her. Her dull green eyes underlined with dark circles.
All of this added up to a tortured soul.
Willow had moved from Sunnydale to get away from a painful past and
the dark temptations that surround an active hellmouth. Her parents
didn't seem to care about her anymore but at least she had one
relative that did. Her mother's baby sister lived in St. Louis.
Auntie thought it would be best for all involved if Willow was to
move in with her and transfer to a local university to finish her
undergraduate degree in preternatural biology. Willow needed a new
start and Auntie's thoughts that St. Louis would be perfect for
her. Willow didn't have any past memories tied to St. Louis.
She just had to wrestle with the emotional baggage that she had
brought to this place.
It was the emotional wrestling that caused her normally bright light
to dim. She had returned from England to find that none of her
friends were there to welcome her back. She didn't blame them
for their fears. They hadn't got in touch with their inner evil
twin. But what finally cinched it for her that you really
couldn't go back home again, was the near brush with death. She
had almost been skinned alive by a Gnarl demon. Crazy Spike had
saved her. Her friends had deserted her and she was saved by a
vampire that had wanted to kill her on multiple occasions. That
irony was not lost on her.
So when she reached out to her family as a last resort, it was her
beloved Auntie that saved the day. Auntie got her a plane ticket
and helped Willow get everything in order. She was grateful to her
aunt. She wanted to make everything go smoothly for this chance at
being normal. Well, as normal as one could get being a witch that
had dabbled in dark arts. She wanted to be that happy-go-lucky
Willow that she used to be. She just didn't think that it would
be happening any time soon.
She was nearly out of breath when she spied the main biology
building. She had scoped out the lay of the land the day before so
she knew which classroom was her final destination. Her luck seemed
to be changing for the better. The previous class was emptying out
into the hallway. She wasn't as late as she thought. She waited
patiently for the last stragglers to vacate. Then she flowed along
with her class into the room. She took a seat towards the front.
She took out her student paraphernalia. She then nervously
fidgeted. The teacher swept into the room. He wasn't overly
tall. He was slender looking with long fine brown hair that reached
his shoulders. He was good looking but not an in-your-face kind of
"Good morning class. I'm Dr. Louis Fane. Let me pass out
the syllabus so you can know what I will expect from you in the