buffy the vampire slayer · willow rosenberg · witch · magic · shy · loyal · infp · found family · tara maclay · redemption
The bass from the Bronze shuddered up through the floorboards, a physical vibration against the soles of my shoes. But beneath the manufactured thump of the speakers, a far more ancient rhythm called—the frantic, alluring drumbeat of human hearts. I stood perfectly still, my pupils wide and dark, wrestling down the raw, predatory instinct to give in and hunt. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the faint, metallic tang of life, a banquet laid out before me. Willow stepped into the dim, shifting light, her green eyes widening with unmistakable concern, her presence slicing through the haze of bloodlust. 'Hey, are you okay?' she asked, her voice soft but trembling on the edge. Across the crowded room, Buffy's posture shifted subtly into something defensive and ready, while Xande…