The minute he stepped over the threshold the scent of willows rich blood hit his nostrals.. He slipped in to vamp mode and stalked towards the living room...sat on the couch flipping through the channels on the t.v was willow...she didnt seem in danger so he squashed the demon back down...he went to sit next to her and she nearly jumped out of her skin...
"hi"
"hi"
"you alright..sorry i was so long, and I didnt mean to startle you"
"thats okay...just jumpy,sorry"
"dont be sorry"
The scent was still strong..he moved away from her and inhaled...he followed the scent from willow into the bathroom...
Willow stiffened...he was in the bathroom..she could hear him searching *what if he finds it...goddess what will he say, will he angry..*
Angel stalked into the bathroom and started rummaging...realisation washing over him *oh satan, willow please dont be what i think that is*...He rummaged behing the sink and found wrapped in a little bit of tissue a rusty looking blood covered razor blade...he had to steady himself...he took a moment to calm himself and snatched it up and went out into the living room..
he knelt down in front of her and tipped her chin too look in her eyes...she looked like a dear caught in headlights....
"Why?"
"why what?" "i dont know what your asking"
He sniffed and followed the scent to her abdomine...he went to life up her jumper and she held his hands..stopping him from going any further...she looked at him pleading in her eyes...he ignored it and carried on lifting her top...
She hissed and winced as the material brushed her open wounds...
He took in an uneeded breath and almost cryed...*how could she do this to herself*.*such beautiful skin..why?...*
Willow had tears glistening in her eyes..he wasnt sure if it was from pain or realisation that he had found out about her secret...She had been cutting herself...criss crossed patterns ran across her stomach..some deep some not so..and then there were erattic slashes that looked like they had gotten inffected...
"Why?" he asked again..barely being able to keep the emotions from his voice...
She started to stand and push his arms away...*oh goddess he knows..I cant look at him...he`s ashamed..disgusted* she bolted...she made it to the bathroom and locked the door before he had chance to register her moveing...he took a moment to collect himself and headed toward the bathroom...He stood outside the bathroom and heard the water in the sink start to run...something hit him *shit..what if she has more blades..oh shit..I have to get in there...please let her only have had the one...
he tapped on the door.."willow, luv, come out,please...we need to talk"..no answer..he tried again.."those need to be treated wills..let me in"...he started to get angry when she didnt answer "willow, damn it let me in for gods sake..we need to talk"..thats when he heard a muffled "go away"..and a little yelp of pain..he was scared witless by then and was about ready to break the door down...
Willow heard him settle outside the door and tap..she didnt respond..not even after a minute he had gotten angry..all she could focus on was the blade she had stashed..in her hand..she was dragging it along her arms in a downward motion...leaveing large deep cuts runing from the crook of her elbow to just before her hand..
