Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HL belong to Davis/Panzer, et al.
Prompt: Murder at tth100_2
She had a hard time reconciling herself to the inevitability of what had become her fate in life.
Had a hard time thinking about the fact that she was going to have to fight, one on one, in order to just survive. Not against a demon or a vampire. Not against a crazy hell goddess or any other creature.
Against a human being. For all that they had unnaturally long lives, Immortals were still human.
She was still human.
Willow was still on her knees, shaking in the aftermath of her first Quickening, when Methos found her and wrapped her in his jacket. He was the one that picked her sword up from the ground and took it along with them as he led her through quiet streets back to their flat.
It was him that held her while she quivered and quaked.
She had killed a man tonight; killed him to save her own life because he had been gunning for her.
Did that make it different from murder?
Was killing a human being in self-defense not still murdering someone?
The Scooby in her warred with the Immortal side of her nature. They didn’t kill humans.
Scoobies didn’t kill humans.
And yet, she had.
Did that make her less of a Scooby?