Part1
Willow had, had an absolutely crap day! She slept through her alarm and so ended up being late for her American lit class, Once there she realised that she`d left her essay in her dorm and so automatically lost 1 grade point off of it. Then she had gone to Oz`s band house off campus just to sit and brood and had run into Devon who informed her that all Oz`s stuff had been sent to him, but he hadnt left a message for her. She didnt think that her day could get any worse, but as always on the Hellmouth she had spoken too soon. She`d decided to do the patrol thing with buff cos for once the cammando boy was busy. They`d run into a Gravluck Demon, great big slimy thing, which decided to barrel into Willow and knock her senseless against a grave stone. Leaving her with a lovely bruise and her favourite top haveing been shredded.
So when she had finally gotten home and managed to convince the slayer that she didnt need to go to the emergency room she had flopped on the couch in a boneless heep. She was pissed enough for three people, and she was getting more pissed by the second.
<Why does my day have to be so godess damn bad. What in godesses name did I do that warrented today. Its not like Im a bad person so it cant be karma, all I ever do is help people.>
With each new thought she was getting more and more ticked off, her blood was practically boiling. She got up and headed towards her old room, stomping up the stairs she carried on ranting to herself.
<Why cant anything go my way, All i want is someone to care about me, and give a damn about how I feel. Why do I always end up haveing the eternally bad days, Its just not fair.>
Somewhere in the back of her subconsouse there was a voice telling her she was acting like a 5 year old, but she just told it to shut the hell up and carried on wingeing. She reached her room and slammed into it. She went straight to her supply`s chest and drug out all her magicks books. She didnt have a clue what she was looking for but she was pissed and wanted to let off some steam. She had been leafing through the pages of "LOVE SPELLS AND INCANTATINS" when she found an interesting looking passage. It was supposed to get you the man/men you most desired for one night and then they go back to their other halfs the next . She knew that it was an extremely bad idea to muck around with love spells. People didnt like to be forced and the results were usually a shambles, but she was pissed off, and fancied a little fun, she hadnt gotten layed since Oz had left and she didnt much care about the repurcussions. Plus she didnt think it would do much harm, it was a desire spell not a love spell. No harm, No fowl. So, she got all the supplys for the spell and then set about performing it. In all her fury she didnt see that the page next to it had been ripped out of the book. If she had been thinking clearly she would have noticed, and she also would have been rational and realised that casting while pissed is not a good idea.
She sat herself in the cast circle and began to chant,
"Those whom I most desire,
Those whom I most trust,
Come to me and feel thy desire,
Come to me and feel thy lust,
Seal with a kiss,
And a sprinkling of ginger,
Give into the bliss
So mote it be!"
There was a flash and then nothing, blackness. Willow had passed out. When she came to she was still in the circle and her back hurt from the odd position she`d been in. She closed the circle, got up and went to take a shower. After a twenty minute soak she got out and dried herself off. On an impulse she put on the slip shirt that cordelia had talked her into buying at victoria secrets the last time she had been in L.A. She was beginning to think the spell had failed, so she sat down with a cup of hot chocolate and decided to watch a little t.v.
<Typical, another cock up for Willow the wonderful witch, I dont even know why I bother practiceing the craft, I always manage to mess it up>
Her earlier anger was dissapateing slowly and she was feeling a little foolish for doing the casting in the first place. After all she was only angry, she should know better than to perform a spell in a state of fury, or to do something for personal gain.
<Argh im such an idiot, what if it had worked, Id probably have ended up with Spike and Angel here trying to seduce me, after all they are the only two people I actually desire, other than Oz>
