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Kennedy felt a cold draft from the top step. She rubbed her arms once again. The air around her seemed to be stuffy for some reason.

“Man, I need some air.”

She dangled toward the front door, noticing one of the slayers assisting another person. Another potential? Wait a minute, he’s a guy! Great. Kennedy shrugged it off for now. Too tired to worry about that.

“….but I just woke up…”

Another yawn escaped from her mouth. She kept dragging herself to the front door. The cold draft tickled her skin once again. The back of her neck. But why? Kennedy looked around, but saw nothing. No open windows, no fans, no air conditioning system on. This was not a good sign.

Finally, Kennedy reached the front door. Her hand formed a fist, opening and closing it to take out any kinks from her fingers. She stretched her eyes wide, open and close. Another yawn. This is too much.

Riley raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not singing. And Buffy, really, you ought to know better. I've about had it with this, and I don't have time. The jet is waiting for me."
He walked up to Buffy, shot a look at Angel, and kissed her softly and smoothly on the cheek.
"You look great - thought you should know. You know the number to reach me, and I'll keep in touch with you on the subject's progress. If it turns out that I'm wrong in this, I'm gonna come back here and apologize myself. To you, at most." He smiled and chucked her under the chin, and gazed at Lorne for a moment.
"Goodnight, my darling, good night, my love..." he sang quietly into Buffy's ear, then turned and went up the stairs, out through the house and into the waiting car, to head back to the jet and return to his waiting wife and their pet project.

Oz grinned. It was all he could do right now. He was ecstatic. Nothing could possibly remove this feeling from his heart, his soul. They both journeyed down the steps. Ready to turn toward the kitchen, Oz caught a glimpse of someone. He turned around, lightly tugging on Willow. A brunette stood at the front door. Her hair seemed flat. Once she turned, Oz let go of Willow’s hand. His eyes wanted to scream profanities of how unfair life became just now. Although he continued to have such great luck, Oz finally rolled snake eyes as Kennedy stared back at him.

The beast sniffed the air once more. She was closer, he knew it.

“Soon this can be done with.”

He didn’t like the idea of searching for humans. They were mere insects. Nothing of true importance or of a real threat. He squeezed more blood from his forearm onto the symbol. His impatience irritated him to the point of wanting to run into the building himself and dragging the girl out himself.

“Why should I be the one here, anyway. He should have come here himself,” mere growls to the regular person to walk by. Then again, if anyone did walk on by, they would be running or fainting.

He howled into the night, hoping that would get her to rush on outside.

CONNOR HAD OF COURSE HEARD HIS FATHER SING BEFORE, BUT MAN, THAT SUCKED.
AND WHAT WAS UP WITH THE DUDE AND BUFFY? HE MADE A MENTAL NOTE TO ASK LORNE ABOUT THAT, CUZ HE DIDN'T THINK ANGEL WOULD WANNA TALK ABOUT IT, AND HE DIDN'T KNOW BUFFY ALL THAT WELL.
HE LOOKED AT BUFFY, LORNE AND ANGEL, SAID GOODNIGHT, AND LEFT THE ROOM AFTER GRABBING HIS SHIRT. A SHOWER WAS SORELY NEEDED.

AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, HE WATCHED AS THE RED-HEADED WITCH WILLOW AND SOME DUDE STOOD IN THE HALLWAY, AND THEN ENTERED KENNEDY. HE WAS GLAD SHE WAS FINALLY AWAKE, AND WAS ABOUT TO ASK HER HOW SHE WAS FEELING WHEN HE FELT THE TENSION THICK AS ICE.
SHE SEEMED VERY UPSET AT WILLOW.. CONNOR VAGUELY RECALLED HEARING THAT WILLOW AND KENNEDY WERE A COUPLE. TAKING A CLOSER LOOK AT WILLOW AND THAT DUDE, HE REALIZED SHE WAS HALF DRESSED. HER HAIR WAS RUMPLED, AND HIS PANTS WERE NOT BUTTONED.
SHE LOOKED LIKE SOMEONE WHO'D SPENT SOME TIME RECENTLY RASSLIN' ON A BED SOMEWHERE... AND KENNEDY LOOKED JUST HEARTBROKEN ABOUT IT.
WHEN WILLOW STAYED SILENT, CONNOR STEPPED BETWEEN THEM AND HELD OUT HIS ARM FOR KENNEDY.
"COME ON, LET'S GET YOU SOME SOUP, OK? YOU'VE BEEN OUT OF IT FOR DAYS, SWEET GIRL."

A howling sound from outside the mansion created shivers through Kennedy. She flapped around as she quickly turned toward the door. The sight of a possible backstab was unbearable. It could be false, but the fear of confirming it to be true would forever haunt her.

Oz rushed up to the shaken up girl. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her about. Her hands stood between him and her. They were trembling as if ice were full of icy splinters.

“Wait! You don’t know. Just let me,” but her hands swiftly pushed against his chest to separate him from her. His legs caught the fall just a couple of steps back. “Listen!”

“Don’t! Just don’t!” Her eyes met with Willow.

“I’m not perfect, I know. I screwed up. But I never EVER would have thought that you would go out and do the exact same thing. I always thought that you're better, Willow. To me…you were a goddess. You were perfect, that’s why it heated up inside me, ready to burn through due to the guilt. I know what I say or do might not be able to fix things, but now….I don’t see why I should.”

At that moment, another man came up to her. “Come on, let’s get you some soup, okay? You’ve been out of it for days, sweet girl.”

She couldn’t remember where she might have seen him. He seemed nice, and she needed nice about now before she exploded. Her hand slowly laid on top of his as she tried to at least gesture her body forward.

Kennedy felt spacey as she was directed toward the kitchen. That face…Kevin…Cooper…Conan…her mind decided to stay blank. That's fine for now. His name will come up. Right now, her heart just fell into a thousand pieces. Why would anything else matter?

Kennedy slid onto a chair, not saying a word. Willow. She was supposed to be the good one. Realization of what just happened sank in deep. Her tears trickled on her cheek. It was slow and painful. Never in a million years did Kennedy think Willow would follow “an eye for an eye”. Sniffles began to accompany her tears. She tried to hide the hurt, but it’s hard to hide it when you know that you just died in the other room.