Island of Death

[AznCrash89]

Wow you got me completely hooked onto this story. I felt sad though that Xander died (he did die right?) but how he died kinda bugged me and I had to reread a few chapters and I noticed the poem.



Are you gonna kill off all the characters the same way the poem described it? *gasp* Woah now I have to know what's going to happen. This fic is killer! lol



Danni

[EasierSaid]

I don't expect any updates from you for the rest of the year! (How's that for an anti-jinx?)



Great job again Cameron, I really like how isolated they are, both from the world at large and each other. Should make for some very interesting interactions between them as people start pushing up daisies. Can't wait to see how everyone reacts to the latest twist!

[VixenyTarasHot]

Damn dude... What a way to die eh? Poor Xander. *shrugs* at least it wasn't our chica's.. is that wrong that I'm thinkin that? lol Meh..



So I'm curious to see who's next and if it follows the path of the creepy poem doohickey..

Also of course curious to see what happens between Willow and Tara.. hopefully at least some sort of comfort and talking?



I'm trying to be patient for an update, but... it ain't workin so well... so soon please



Ashleigh

"...A-and I'm gonna make it up to you. Starting right now."

(Starts to smile)"Right now?"

[WickedReds]

Cameron... i'm lucky i thought i was gonna miss ur update... I was in Salem, Mass... hehe, very cool... anyways..

Whoa so Tara knew they where going to kill her... whoa and she shot them...

OKay so Willow is haveing some brain-stormage about whats on the cards... but come on Cam, what did she do...

So Xander has been offed... thats 1 down 9 to go..

Great update ...



-reds



Mein Banane tanzen für Schmutz

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

[watersong84]

Ah! I can't believe you killed Xander off! I'll have to give it to you, though, it was ballsy to say the least. And poor Tara . She seems to get the short end in basically every setting or story. But she's still so wonderful and that's why we her.



You are definately sparking the curiosity in me over Willow's story, and some of the others. And the hooded figure? scary! Looking foreward to the next update!

[Artemis]

And so it begins... 'One strayed off the path, and then there were nine'. Now there are nine, and I'm worried about who's going to 'sleep the day away' Unless some miracle occurs, this is going to be a gruelling story - Xander dying I can deal with, but little Dawnie?



As for Willow and Tara - mystery continues to surround Willow, I guess we'll just have to wait and see. And Tara... poor Tara, being driven to have to do such a terrible thing - but clearly she had no better choice. It just makes me wonder all the harder, why these people? OMH clearly has a fair amount of resources at his/her disposal, but can it be s/he is unaware of the circumstances surrounding Tara's self-defensive 'murders'? Or simply ignoring them?

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

[bindingwiccan]

that was incredible....

Keep it commin!





p.s house on haunted hill is one of my favorite movies..

[amazonaa]

Jiminy Christmas!!



More More More. Please.





brittney







~Good friends help you move. Real friends help you move the body.~

[YunaMaClay]

After reading Artemis's post I was wondering about the order of how the people would die and was wondering if it would be a crime if we put up who we believe belongs in each death??? LOL I love horror/suspense and this is what I do with each ROFL I just wanted to asked before I did anything LOL that and I was writing it down and realized that a few of them could fit in others *grins*

Okay, I may be short, I May have pointy ears, I may look like a really f**cked up impersonation of Link, but damnit I deserve some respect-- Hope

[tarawhipped]

By all means, Yuna, guess away (though I will NOT be letting you know if you're right or not). I will tell you that the order of death is already set, but I'd love to see what people are expecting. As I mentioned before, I did try to vague up the poem enough that it wasn't too obvious. As for chapter 6, which may or may not include victim #2, it's coming along slllooowwwwly, but will be up by the weekend at the latest.



-Cameron

[alysagoddess85]

ooo...so we have our first death eh?? love it...i still wanna know whats up with willow...she seems to genuinely not know who she killed which is a little creepy i think...and taras whole shooting of the bastards/maclay men is just sad...but i say yay for her!! but obviously not if its gonna get her killed...i think she needs to be snuggled!! i would happily volunteer myself...you can bring me to the island!! and then i can snuggle and be killed...not a biggie! lol...more soon please!



oooo and glad you like the avatar too...i LOOOOVE it...i think she looks hot there and the actual picture is much much better.



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

[mollyig]

Just started reading this today, and I really like the premise. 10 people, from different locations, backgrounds etc. all invited by some mysterious person - in the name of justice? When I read through the list of people they were alleged to have murdered, I guessed Anya's victims were husbands! I can so see her as a black widow!



I also like how you're presenting some of the chapters. With flashbacks seen from one persons perspective interspersed with the present.



Molly be intrigued. Thanks!

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Sheacht mh'anam déag do bhéal, do mhalaí's do ghrua

[Idgie]

As a total Agatha Christie addict, I'm loving this story. Especially since it also includes similarities to Clue (great movie) and even a nod to that horrible (sorry Amber) movie Taboo. Ten Little Indians is one of the best mystery novels ever (in my opinion) and I love reading a version of it with BtVS characters.

[tarawhipped]

Hiya Kittens! I meant to have this chapter done sooner, but in the excitement of watching the Red Sox FINALLY win the World Series, I couldn’t get myself to finish it. It does not contain the second death yet, so…uhhh…sorry ‘bout that. I hope to get the next one done this weekend, though. Thanks to everyone for reading and commenting. Here’s replies to feedback from Chapter 5 first.

-Cameron



hermitfish: You’re forgiven for missing out on last chapter’s feedback, Cyd. As long as you keep writing updates for Relinquished Symmetry, I can’t get mad at you.

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I thought I was just being all cynical

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I’m about equal parts cynicism/idealism, and since this is a dark fic, I think you’re safe to lean towards not trusting people. Except for the honest ones…you should trust them implicitly.


YunaMaClay: Thanks for your comments, Patricia. The manner of each person’s death will be related to, but not necessarily exactly like how their supposed victims died. So please, guess away! And you’re right, Willow did not know what she did, but it will be revealed in the next chapter.


DreamsToDream: D2D—stop running away and get back here! Riley first, huh? No, no, no! The obnoxious guy NEVER gets killed first—they have to stick around and antagonize people! Thank you for appeasing me…you’re right, I’m not ancient (that would be my parents ).


taralicious: Thanks for your very astute feedback r.e. “truth is subjectivity.” That’s a big part of this story. While I wrote some of the characters to be actually guilty and others mostly innocent, I tried to create as much grey area as possible. I don’t want to impose my own value judgments on what each did, and I like reading people’s perceptions of the “facts” as they’re revealed. Willow’s story is coming up, and comfort sex is…soon.


AznCrash89: Thanks Danni, and yes, Xander is most decidedly dead. The poem alludes to how each will be dispatched, though it’s not exact (had to make it mysterious, ya know?). Killer fic, huh?! Good one!


EasierSaid: Thanks for the anti-jinx, Heather. I needed that, and may continue to (so keep those expectations low, ‘k?). I’m glad the emotional isolation is coming through as well as the physical. I’m trying to relay that through broken, stilted dialogue, and wasn’t sure if it just came off as, well, bad writing. I appreciate it especially coming from you, the Queen of writing how people who live in the same house can be emotionally isolated from each other.

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as people start pushing up daisies

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What’s with you and the horticultural metaphors (planting boxes, daisies)?


VixenyTarasHot: Thank you for your patience Ashleigh—I hope I didn’t stretch it too far. Poor Xander is right, but someone had to go first, and of course it won’t be our girls! The next one won’t be up until Chapter 7, but there will be some talking between Willow and Tara, and some comfort (but not the comfort sex yet).


WickedReds: Salem, huh? I’m jealous—I grew up in N.H. and I miss New England SOOO much (especially now that the Sox fucking DID IT!). Anyway, I’m glad you didn’t miss the update, and I promise there will be comfort sex soon (but not yet). And hey! Willow’s story, coming up! Thanks Reds!


watersong84: Yep, Xander got it first, but like I said, someone had to. You’re right about Tara having the horrible traumatic history, but I do try to include some canon even though it’s AU. Willow’s story is coming up, hope it’s not a letdown.


Artemis: Thanks for the feedback, Chris. It will definitely be harder to kill off certain people than others, but you’ll have to wait another chapter to see who’s next. As for OMH, I think s/he knows full well all of the circumstances against each of these people (cause you’re right about the resources at their disposal), and is choosing to ignore any extenuating circumstances. There is a connection of sorts between each of the so-called “murders,” but it won’t be revealed for another chapter or two.


bindingwiccan: Thank you so much…more is on the way!


amazonaa: Thanks Brittney! Ask and you shall receive.


alysagoddess85: Willow figured some things out from her card that made her think she may be at least partly responsible for a death, and it will be revealed in this update. As for Tara, I agree…they had it coming. As for your Tara-snuggling offer, I relayed it to the girls, and um, Willow would like a word with you…and she looked really pissed off.


mollyig: Yay, Molly! Good to see you on the feedback list. Glad you liked Anya…I can see her that way too, and it allowed me to include both last names she had on the show. Thanks you for your support on the writing style. I may go to straight linear at some point, but I thought the circularity and change in perspectives would add to the sense of disconnect and discombobulation that they would be feeling.


Idgie: Thank you! This is sort of a classic plot at this point, but one I’ve always liked, and hadn’t seen done in a BtVS fic yet.

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

[tarawhipped]

Title: Island of Death

Author: Tarawhipped (Cameron)

Email: tarawhipped@hotmail.com

Rating: R (violence, language, possibly sex)

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy; plot borrowed from Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None

Feedback: I LIVE for it!

Distribution: Sure, just tell me where so I can visit!

Summary: Ten strangers are invited by a mysterious host to a remote island off the Pacific coast of South America.

Notes: AU (no Scoobiage at all); thoughts in italics

Warning: Character death





Chapter 6



Tara lay on her side, her head propped up by one arm as her eyes roamed over the naked expanse of Willow’s back. As tempting as it was to run her fingertips over the smooth surface, she refrained, unwilling to disturb the woman’s much needed rest. Instead she contented herself with studying the sleeping redhead, whose face seemed almost as expressive in slumber as when awake. When the blonde first heard agitated mumblings coming from her bedmate, she thought Willow was having nightmares stemming from what they had discovered earlier, until she caught the phrase “don’t warn the tadpoles.” Tara surmised that it was merely some mundane childhood anxiety reasserting itself, and so she simply watched over Willow, etching every expression into her memory as she fought off her body’s own urge for sleep. Impulsively she got out of the bed, peeled off her tank top and pajama pants, and crawled back in, scooting as close to the redhead as she dared without waking her.





Earlier that day:


Willow mumbled a sleepy good morning to Dawn and Oz as she passed through the dining room on her way to kitchen. Halfway down the stairs she had smelled coffee, and after a restless night’s sleep, she was in dire need of caffeine. As she pushed open the swinging doors, she spied Tara at the enormous stove, flipping pancakes while Cordelia and Anya hovered on either side of her. Willow made a beeline for the giant coffee urn, filling up a mug and breathing in the hearty aroma before casually shuffling over to the other women. Tara turned and gave her a half smile as she approached.


“Good morning, sleepyhead.”


“Hey!” Willow pouted in mock indignation. “I’m not the last one up…am I?”


“No, Xander hasn’t made an appearance yet either. I would have waited on breakfast, but SOME people were getting anxious,” Tara explained, looking pointedly at Anya.


“Well, SOME people are hungry…and didn’t sleep half the day away,” Anya countered, literally pointing at Willow.


“Anya, it’s only 8:30, and we did all have a long day—”


“How about we have a little less talking and a lot more cooking,” Cordelia suddenly interjected over Tara.


“HEY!” Willow yelled, startling herself as much as the haughty brunette. “Tara doesn’t work here, so why don’t you back off or make your own damn breakfast!”


“Excuse me, butch,” Cordelia mocked the furiously blushing redhead. “Come on Anya, let’s go wait in the dining room before Ellen here challenges me to a duel.”


Willow cringed as she watched the retreating figures leave the room. She turned to see Tara gazing back a her quizzically.


“Sorry about that. I don’t usually shout at people, I just…well, she didn’t have to treat you like some kind of servant,” she finished with a defiant nod.


“I appreciate your concern,” Tara replied seriously. “The Cordelia Chases of the world are used to people behaving a certain way around them, but maybe she’s learned her lesson.” Tara paused before adding in a whisper, “I think you scared her.”


Willow looked horrified at the thought, but as a huge grin formed on Tara’s face, she rolled her eyes and laughed.


“I guess I should apologize to her. Actually, Tara, I owe you one too,” the redhead shyly spoke, her eyes dropping to the floor. “Last night…I didn’t mean what I said…about not being like…I think I may have done someth—”


Willow abruptly cut herself short as Faith and Riley noisily entered the room from the servants’ wing. Tara quickly explained to Willow that they’d decided to try to break into the locked room at the end of the hall.


“Any luck?”


“We got in, but he wasn’t there,” Riley stated. “The closet and dresser drawers were full, though, so if he cleared out, he must not have taken anything with him.”


Tara finished loading up two platters with neatly stacked pancakes, which Riley quickly stepped forward to carry for her. As the four filed out of the kitchen, Tara paused to squeeze Willow’s hand.


“We’ll talk more later, okay?”





Willow looked around at the seven other guests seated at the table, mentally ticking off faces and names as she tried to figure who was absent.


“Where’s Buffy?”


“At the beach, if you can believe that. I guess she still thinks she’s on vacation,” Riley said with a contemptuous snort.


“She left a note,” Oz added.


Willow looked at the young man, expecting him to continue, but he had apparently said his fill. After he finished eating, Oz offered to rouse Xander so that the group could begin checking out the rest of the island.


“He’s not there,” he told the others as he came downstairs. “Doesn’t look like he slept in his bed last night, either.”


“He probably passed out on the couch,” Anya surmised.


“Maybe he went out with Buffy this morning?” Dawn speculated.


“Well, I guess it’s just the eight of us, so here’s what I suggest” Riley spoke up, clearly stepping into the role of leader. “Someone should stay here, while the rest of us split up into pairs and search different segments of the island. One group can head back toward the dock the way we came, then skirt back up along the western ridge. Another can head southeast from the house, and the third can go north out the back. Any questions?”


“Who’s going to stay here?” Dawn asked tentatively, looking around the imposing room and visibly shivering.


“I figured you would,” Riley stated, observing the teenager as though the thought of her conducting a manhunt was ridiculous. His manner softened somewhat as he took in her apprehensive expression. “But if you want, maybe someone else can stay too.”


“I will,” Cordelia quickly offered. “What? I didn’t bring any hiking shoes.”


As soon as everyone had dressed appropriately and arranged to meet back at the house by 2 pm, they set out. Riley and Anya set off across the lawn towards the southeast, Willow and Tara walked down the slope to the west, while Faith and Oz passed a rack of bicycles on their way to the back of the house.





“I think you disappointed someone,” Tara stated, looking back over her shoulder at the retreating forms of Faith and Oz. Willow followed her gaze with a frown.


“Who? Him?”


“Uh-huh. You didn’t see his expression when you told him you were with me?”


“Oh please, he is so not my type,” Willow scoffed, grinning at the blonde as she added, “but then, you already figured that out, didn’t you?”


“I had a hunch,” Tara conceded, ducking her head shyly. “That’s not what you wanted to talk to me about though, is it?”


“No, it’s not,” Willow admitted, briefly looking back at the house as they reached the footpath and the entrance to the woods. “I looked at my card, and I think I may have done something…something that made that man—Christopher Hewitt?—kill himself.”


Tara made no verbal response, assuming none was necessary, but she squeezed Willow’s hand in silent encouragement for her to continue. She loosened her grip slightly, but the redhead firmly held on as she continued.


“I was kind of a hacker in college, and I got involved with this group of…well, they called themselves ‘Social Avengers for Truth.’ We would hack these big corporations, find out who was hiding illegal profits, screwing over their shareholders, using child labor…that kind of thing…and then we’d sort of…leak it to the press. It seemed like a good thing at the time, though I got involved for the technical challenge as much as anything. It even led to my career. Once my name got out, some of the very companies I hacked started offering me huge sums of money to protect their systems…so long as I ceased and desisted in any unlawful activities, of course.”


Willow paused to gauge Tara’s reaction, but the blonde’s face was an unreadable mask.


“According to the card I got, Hewitt was the head of research and development for a pharmaceutical company. We discovered they were taking in loads of money from the government and private sector, but most of it was NOT going into research. If I remember correctly, Hewitt and the rest of the execs were all living pretty large—and I mean LARGE—while one of their drugs was being rushed through to market before it was ready. It turns out several people using the drug had died, but the company wasn’t initially held responsible. That changed when we released our information and the Feds started investigating. Hewitt was one of the first ones brought up on charges, but he killed himself before…”


Willow’s voice broke off as she contemplated the consequences of her actions. Tara dropped her hand and grabbed the redhead by the shoulders, dipping her head to catch Willow’s eyes.


“Willow…it wasn’t your fault. Yeah, so maybe it was mildly illegal computer trespassing or something…but you didn’t force that man to steal from people, and you didn’t kill him.”


Tara emphasized the last few words, cupping the redhead’s quivering chin as Willow tried to bow her head again. Willow exhaled sharply, her tense body seemingly deflating as she spontaneously wrapped her arms around the blonde in a tight hug.


“Thank you,” she rasped, burying her head in Tara’s shoulder. After a moment they parted self-consciously and continued toward the dock, stealing sideways glances at each other all the way. Upon reaching the pier they found nothing, and retraced their steps to where the footpath and bike path intersected. They walked slowly, conversing some, pausing every now and then to call out for Giles, and enjoying the beautiful day despite their strange circumstances. Before they began to ascend the hill, they reached another fork in the path. Willow began to continue forward until Tara reached out and stopped her.


“Tara? What’s wrong?”


“What’s that on the ground?”


Willow walked over to where Tara had pointed and picked up a hand-painted wooden slab that had seemingly fallen off of a tree.


“Danger…steep cliff,” she read aloud, leaning the sign against the nearest tree.


Tara frowned as she looked to the left of the path, where the wall of trees was breached by a twenty-foot wide empty span. The blonde looked down at the dirt and followed the almost imperceptible indent that led from the bike path to the edge of the cliff.


“Tara?! What are you doing?!” Willow frantically asked.


“It’s okay…just wait there.”


Willow held her breath as she watched the blonde walk carefully to the edge of the cliff, staying close to the trees and holding on with one hand as she leaned over. Tara stood perfectly still, only her rapid heartbeat betraying her calm exterior until she jumped back from the edge and dropped to her knees. Willow rushed over to the pale, shaky woman.


“Tara?! Tara, what is it?!”


The blonde’s eyes were closed tightly and she repeatedly shook her head, unable to reply. Willow inched over to the edge and craned her neck over the side. She did not at first understand what it was she was looking at, but when it registered, her hand flew to her mouth. She threw herself away from the edge and doubled over as she heaved into the dirt.


“That…that was…that was…”


“Xander,” Tara stated.





TBC

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

[taralicious]

Always good in my book to start off a chapter with naked / snuggles.

Through this whole chapter, they are just too adorable for words and the simmering sexual attraction is just under the surface ready to erupt like a pair of carnal Mount St. Helenses, the pearly-white lava of love set to ooze down their legs in rivers of pearly goodness.

Willow's story is intriguing in that it is an indirect cause/effect relationship.

She provided the trigger mechanism in her computer hacking that sparked Christopher Hewitt's conscience into action.

This was an unfortunate by-product in serving a greater good in exposing their corporate greed and fraud so innocent people would not be stained by the blood of their immoral actions.

Non-verbal cues in establishing Willow/Tara'sburgeoning relationship are the most effective, I feel. i.e,

a knowing glance, the bat of an eyelash, the warmth of a hand upon the other's wrist, a loving and tender squeeze of a hand as fingers intertwine.

Non-verbal cues are far more expressive in exploring the range of emotions that flow between the two of them as they are embracing another variation of their timeless dance.

Finding the broken and twisted body of Xander dashed on the jagged rocks below is always a mood killer, though.

Hope / 's comfort sex cums in the form of repressing the memory of seeing the concrete intent of their maniacal host's poem made manifest.

[EasierSaid]

And to think I almost used 'dirt nap' (didn't realize I was so in-tune with my inner gardener...).



Great update; the opening paragraph was *quite* the tease. My interest is sincerely piqued on how they got from butch Willow shouting down Cordy over pancakes to Tara barely resisting "the naked expanse of Willow’s back". Comfort sex you say... the mere allusion to it is very comforting indeed.



Interesting that Oz has Willow-interest, but nice to see it nipped in the bud by both girls early (none of that pesky wondering 'is she...' for these girls). I'm glad they both found Xander instead of just hearing about it; the reality of his death, how they found him could mean very interesting things for the development of their relationship. I like the clipped dialogue, and think you're doing a great job with the characterizations (Oz especially). Great job again!

[DreamsToDream]

Alright Ill Come Back, I Actually Was Getting Tired From All That Running. LoL Ancient Parents Indeed, Mines Getting There Haha ..... Oh Damn Now I Feel Bad About Saying That



Yowzas! Could You Imagine Finding A Dead Persons Body?? OMG I Think I'd React Kinda Alot Like Willow Did! Actually Sometimes When Im Walking In Like A Forrest Or Something I Think About How Scary It Would Be If I Found One!! Dont Ask! I May Be Crazy But......Deal With It! LoL

When I Started To Read This Update I Was Like Whaaa? Willows Back Is What? And Shes Who's Bedmate? And Then Again Thinking About The Nakedness. And I Thought That Everything Was Gonna Be Explained To Me Cuz It Said 'Earlier That Day' But Nope, No Explaining. Well Unless I Completely Missed It! Meh... Im Just Hoping That Will And Tara Hooked Up And Had Some Of That Comfort Sex U Were Talking About Huh? Ya I Bet Im Not The Only One! Whos With Me!!!!?? Anyone?

D2D





Oh Wouldn't It Be Wonderful If I Turned Out To Be A Homosexual?!! - Stewie Griffen Family Guy





Me: Oh My God, Your Hair Is So Straight!

My Best Friend: Ya, Unlike The Rest Of Me.

[hermitfish]

Now that was a good way to start off the chapter...of course for a moment in my half-awake catatonia I thought I had missed a chapter. Speaking of finding dead bodies (thanks above for a segue), the only story I have is one weekend my sister and I went hiking in this pretty secluded area and then on the news a week or two later they reported finding a dead body off the trail we went on...kinda creepy.



As for comfort sex, that sounds like a good idea right about now...oh wait we're talking about W/T aren't we?

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Scampering off to work on my update...I live to please

~Cyd

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All you need to start an asylum is an empty room and the right kind of people.

~Eugene Pallette in My Man Godfrey (1936)

[Idgie]

I find myself referring back to the poem and trying to figure out who's going to die next and how. A couple of the verses are like the Agatha Christie book, so there might be parallels. I'm hoping if there are parallels that this story is more like the play than the novel (much happier ending).

I like the snippets from the end of the day and then how they got there.

You do a good job af creating a creepy mood. I find myself on the edge of my seat with my heart pounding as I read each update.

And where is Giles?

[alysagoddess85]

oh damn....no more dead people in this one...oh well...guess ill have to wait until next update...shucks.



anyways...whoevers blaming all of the poor people for these deaths is insane..i mean come on!! how is willow hacking into this guys company and then him killing himself her fault?!?! ridiculous...i dont like whoevers doing all that.



cant wait to see how everyone reacts to xanders little fall...and omg buffys at the beach?! haha...shes an idiot im sorry...thats such a buffy thing though i guess so great job! more soon please!



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

[WickedReds]

Oh Christ Cameron great opening... what the hell Tara got nakie.. not that i'm complaining....ur such a tease...

Cordie calling Willow butch... i was waiting for a cat fight..

Holy shit so thats what happened to Willow... that sucks, but really wasn't her fault... she was doing good things in an illegal way.. sorta.. but the fool didn't have to off himself..

Eww they found Xander's broken, bloody, mutilated beyond reconsigned body... eww gross...

Now get on with the comfort sex smuttiness...



-reds



Mein Banane tanzen für Schmutz

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

[tarawhipped]

Hi Kittens! Chapter 7 coming up next, but feedback on 6 first. Thank you to everyone for reading and responding.


-Cameron



taralicious: Wow…if Willow had been prosecuted, you would have made a great public defender for her! Although I’m not sure the Hewitt I envisioned had a conscience so much as a fear of the repercussions to his career and bank account from his own criminal and immoral behavior. Glad you liked the interaction between Willow and Tara, and that was some awfully vivid feedback. There will be some repressing of the recent trauma, leading to some, uhh, eruptions.


EasierSaid: ME a tease?! *in thoroughly unconvincing Southern accent despite birthplace* Why, I haven’t the faintest idea whatever you could be referring to, Miss Heather!


The next chapter will fill in the blanks from the last, though Willow telling Tara about her ‘crime’ was a huge step itself. Finding Xander’s body was definitely necessary—I didn’t want to leave any doubt about what was happening. I also thought it was important that they find it together, to give them an instant bond, even if it’s not forged under the best of circumstances. As for the Oz-man, thanks r.e. the characterization. I’m finding him the hardest to write, cause you start to realize just how little the guy said. And no, there is no doubting of orientation for these girls. I think that’s being handled quite nicely in another fic.


DreamsToDream: No, you didn’t miss anything…the continuation of the “earlier that day” is in the next chapter. As for the fear of finding a dead body, I don’t think you’re at all crazy. I think a lot of people have it, which is why it’s such a creepy image. Before I became a city gal, I used to go camping and hiking a lot, and if I ever thought about it, I’d get completely freaked.


hermitfish: Yeesh…creepy hiking story, Cyd! That’s the kind of shit that would scare me off the trails for a year…or forever. And no, you didn’t miss a chapter, either…just me screwing with the timeline! Next up will be the missing bits, including the oft-mentioned comfort sex (and yes we’re talking about Willow and Tara’s ). Oh, yeah, Still waiting on that Relinquished Symmetry update…*taps foot impatiently*


Idgie: Thanks for the feedback, Idgie! I haven’t read the book or seen any of the films in so long that I can’t remember the specifics of the Christie lines, so there certainly could be some crossover (tho unintentional). Who’s next will be revealed in the next chapter. As for a happy ending, well this is the Kitten board. I guess Xander wouldn’t agree, and certainly a bunch of others won’t, but certain someones are safe as houses.

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And where is Giles?

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Hmmm…good question. *goes off to search for Giles*


alysagoddess85 mel, you’re such a ghoul! Well, if it makes you feel any better, there’s another death in this one (tho less descriptive). As for the insanity of the OMH, I tend to agree, although s/he clearly has enough marbles to set everything up—crazy and intelligent, a truly frightening combination.


WickedReds: You crack me up, Reds. No, the “fool” didn’t have to off himself, and only a homicidal nutcase would hold Willow responsible. Unfortunately, OMH is very likely a homicidal nutcase. As for Xander’s body, that’s quite an imagination ya got there. I think your versions a little gorier than mine was! And as I told Heather, I don’t know what you mean, calling me a tease, but I hope this next one is more, umm, satisfying.

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

Edited by: tarawhipped at: 10/31/04 8:37 pm

[tarawhipped]

Title: Island of Death

Author: Tarawhipped (Cameron)

Email: tarawhipped@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17 (violence, language, sex)

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy; plot borrowed from Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None

Feedback: I LIVE for it! Seriously, it's really apreciated.

Distribution: Sure, just tell me where so I can visit!

Summary: Ten strangers are invited by a mysterious host to a remote island off the Pacific coast of South America.

Notes: AU (no Scoobiage at all); thoughts in italics

Warning: Character death





Chapter 7



“This is seriously fucked!” Faith shouted as she paced back and forth like a caged animal near the entrance of the Great room.


“We have to get out of here,” Anya stated with flat certainty. “Find a phone, a radio…flag down a passing boat…or a plane…we could build a signal fire…or a really big raft.”


How can she be so calm? Tara thought, looking curiously at the woman, who suddenly burst out giggling uncontrollably. Ah…hysteria. That’s better. Hysteria I get.


“A raft?!” An incredulous Riley yelled, oblivious to the woman’s mental state or the manic look in her eyes. “It took us two hours to get here by yacht, and now you want us to attempt some Gilligan stunt? On the open ocean?”


Anya’s demented laughter only increased at the man’s tirade, however. Tears flowed down her face and her entire body convulsed. Faith abruptly ceased her pacing, took several long strides to where the woman sat, and slapped her hard across the face. Anya’s facial expression barely registered any acknowledgement of the blow, but her demeanor altered instantaneously. She slumped down in the chair, her eyes staring vacantly into space, rocking slowly as the room erupted around her.


“What the hell did you do that for?!” Willow charged angrily.


“You saw her! She’s totally lost it!”


“That doesn’t give you the right to hit her.”


“The RIGHT?! News flash, Red. Nothing here is right, and I’m not really interested in your opinion.”


“What, are you gonna slug me next?”


“Oh, just give me a reason.”


“You need to back off right now,” Riley threatened, marching up to loom over Faith, who roughly shoved him away from her.


“You are not in charge here you son of a bitch,” she hissed through clenched teeth.


“W-we need to stick together,” Tara stammered weakly, trying to diffuse the situation.


“The fuck we do, Blondie. I trust one person here—me. The rest of you can—”


“Can what?” Cordelia demanded. “Die a slow, painful death?”


“Better you than me.”


“That’s just great, psycho bitch…only it’s not really a matter of either/or, is it?” Cordelia raved. “It’s more of a who’s next and when!”


“This isn’t helping,” Dawn’s clipped, bitter voice spoke up from the corner of the room, where she sat huddled against the wall hugging her knees.


“We have got to get out of here,” Tara quietly repeated Anya’s sentiment as much to herself as to anyone else.


“HOW?!” Riley bellowed and threw up his hands.


“ENOUGH!” Oz shouted, shocking the others into silence with his raised voice. “We are NOT going to do this. It’s late…we’re all freaked…and there’s nothing we can do tonight.”


A collective sigh filled the room as an uneasy acceptance of their current situation seeped in.


“He’s right,” Riley finally agreed. “We should get some sleep. Tomorrow we can tear this place apart, try to figure out our options.”


“Sleep. Sleep is good. Restful. Sleep.” Anya jerked her head up, looking in surprise at the stares directed her way. “What?”


“Maybe we should all stay together? You know, safety in numbers?” Cordelia hesitantly asked, forcing a smile as she hopefully regarded the others.


“No chance, Princess,” Faith forcefully stated. “No way in hell I’m locking myself up with you people.”


“It’ll be okay, Miss Chase,” Riley quickly spoke before another argument could break out. “Just lock your door and push something heavy in front of it.”





After recovering from the initial shock of finding Xander’s body, Willow and Tara briefly searched for a path to reach the rocks below. Both were intensely relieved when they found no way down the cliff, and decided to instead head back to the house and inform the others of their gruesome discovery. It was not yet 2:00 when they burst through the front door, but the other two groups were already back, milling around the Great room with matching grim expressions.


“Xander’s dead,” Willow blurted out breathlessly. When no one responded, her gaze passed over each of the forlorn faces looking back at her. “Did you hear me?”


“Yeah, it’s just,” Oz frowned, “so’s Buffy.”


“What??” Willow whispered, her voice breaking and desperate as she again searched the faces, finding a mirror image of her own shock and confusion reflected back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tara sink down into a chair, and it was only through sheer force of will that she was able to remain standing.


“She was on the beach… Anya and I found her,” Riley explained in an uncharacteristically shaky voice. “She was…I’ve never seen anything like it.”


“What happened to Xander?” Cordelia quietly asked.


Willow glanced at Tara, who appeared dazed beyond speech. After several deep breaths, she told them what they had found. It was only at the end of Willow’s address that Tara voiced the unpleasant realization that had been forming in her head.


“He didn’t see the sign,” she stated softly, looking at the others for evidence of understanding. “At first I thought it m-must have been an accident…cause he’d been drinking? But if Buffy…,” she paused and closed her eyes. Willow stepped closer and placed a comforting hand on the blonde’s shoulder, which Tara covered with her own before elaborating. “The p-poem.”


Eight pairs of eyes turned in unison to the easel, reading over the lines that confirmed their worst fears.


“How did Buffy…,” Willow swallowed and shifted uncomfortably, unable to complete her question.


“She…we couldn’t even tell it was human at first,” Riley shuddered and ground out the words. “She looked like she’d been…burned…her skin…it was…”


“Like she ‘slept the day away’ under the sun,” Anya concluded. “But she couldn’t have been out there that long.”


“There’s no way that was an accident,” Riley stated. “And what Faith and Oz found confirms it as far as I’m concerned.”


Tara and Willow exchanged worried looks, both afraid to ask what else had happened since they’d left that morning. Finally unable to stand on her trembling legs, Willow perched on the arm of Tara’s chair. Tara pulled the hand off of her shoulder and into her lap, where she nervously kneaded the redhead’s fingers.


“What did you f-find?”


“Beyond the garden behind the house, there’s a hedge,” Oz relayed. “On the other side someone dug what look like graves…ten of them.”


“Someone’s doing this…and I think we all know who that someone is.” As the others looked at the cop quizzically, he stood up and exclaimed “Giles! He’s our mysterious host…he has to be. Otherwise, why haven’t we been able to find him?”


“He could be dead,” Anya offered.


“Yeah, for all we know you’re the killer,” Faith directed at Riley.


“There were ten of us brought here—ten graves—‘ten little murderers,’” Riley argued, maintaining an admirably cool exterior in light of Faith’s charge. “Giles is the only other person we’ve seen, and I don’t remember seeing his face in here.”


As he spoke, Riley had moved to the easel, where he turned the canvas around to reveal the painting. A collective gasp made him turn back to it, and he froze. Xander’s and Buffy’s faces were each obscured by a giant X in blood red paint.


“We’re all going to die here,” Anya stated with finality, her voice strangely emotionless.





Unconvincingly assured of their safety for the night, the eight remaining guests drifted upstairs. Despite their overwhelming loss of appetite, the group had briefly congregated in the kitchen to pick through the refrigerator. On the way back through the main hall, several detoured to the bar to grab bottles. Oz and Riley turned left at the top of the stairs, looking back to offer weak smiles of encouragement to the women as they went their separate ways. Six doors closed, followed by the sound of six locks clicking, as Willow and Tara stood mutely by Tara’s room, close enough to feel each other’s presence but avoiding eye contact. The blonde half twisted away from Willow and laid her hand on the doorknob, but did not turn it. She was unaware of her shoulders shaking until she felt Willow’s hands grip them, stilling the motion.


“Tara? Will you be okay?”


Tara closed her eyes as she leaned back into the redhead’s body and felt Willow’s forehead rest against the back of her head. She abruptly opened the door, spinning around as a startled Willow fell slightly forward into her waiting arms. Tara pulled the redhead into the room, maintaining her hold on Willow’s hip with one hand while the other closed and locked the door. Willow stood perfectly still just inside the door, her gaze locked on Tara, who brought her freed hand to the back of the redhead’s neck.


“I don’t want to be alone,” the blonde explained as she drew Willow to her and their lips met in a rough, urgent kiss.


Willow’s initial shock at being dragged into the room dissipated the moment Tara kissed her, and she brought her own hands up the blonde’s back to her shoulder blades, pulling her in closer. The moment she parted her lips Tara’s tongue entered, hungrily exploring her mouth. Tara slid her hands down Willow’s hips to her ass, firmly squeezing the taut muscles. Willow let out a stifled gasp and dropped her head back, allowing Tara access to her neck, which the blonde enthusiastically latched onto to, sucking hard on Willow’s pulse point. When Tara suddenly pulled back, the redhead raised her head and wildly sought out Tara’s eyes, which stared back at her intensely as the blonde raised her hands to grip Willow’s shirt collar.


“Do you want—”


“God, yes,” Willow managed to sputter, and with a satisfying rip Tara had the redhead’s shirt open, leaving it to Willow to untangle the torn material from her arms as she moved on to the button fly on Willow’s pants. The redhead frantically used her toes to pry off her shoes as Tara dragged jeans and panties down slim hips, tossing them aside before rising to reach around for the clasp of Willow’s bra. Pushing the redhead down onto the bed, Tara dropped to her knees and without preamble captured one nipple in her lips as she pinched the other one to attention. Willow threaded her hands through long blonde hair and arched into Tara’s mouth. When lips were replaced by teeth lightly nipping and pulling at the engorged bud, Willow felt a shockwave shoot straight to her clit, and her hips jerked needily. Spreading her legs further, she ground herself against Tara’s belly, whimpering at the inadequacy of the friction. Recognizing the sound of the redhead’s desire, Tara descended Willow’s body, covering it with wet kisses as her hands moved to caress trembling thighs. Licking once up the length of Willow’s slit, Tara attacked the redhead’s clit without hesitation, flicking her tongue rapidly and clamping down on Willow’s thighs as she bucked wildly. Tara easily inserting two fingers into the redhead’s dripping pussy and pumped a steady rhythm. Willow’s moans soon degenerated into an increasingly high-pitched keening, and Tara added a third finger, pistoning hard and fast as Willow’s entire body shuddered through her orgasm.


Willow finally untangled her hands from Tara’s hair and scooted back up the bed, closely followed by Tara, who crept sensually over the redhead, trailing her lips over flushed, sweat-slicked skin. Draping her body over Willow’s, Tara rested her weight on her forearms, placed on either side of Willow’s head, and buried her hands in rumpled red hair. Leaning forward to capture the redhead’s parted lips, Tara was surprised when the smaller woman easily flipped her over and reversed their positions. Willow sat back on her heels, straddling Tara’s waist, breathing heavily as her green eyes searched blue. Willow began slowly unbuttoning Tara’s shirt as the blonde writhed underneath her, kneading the bare thighs on either side of her.


“Sit up a sec,” Willow commanded, removing the blonde’s shirt and bra. Tara shut off her mind to everything that had happened over the last several days as Willow stripped her. She reveled in the feel of the redhead’s hands moving over her in long firm strokes. Willow kissed her hard before raising herself to kneel, straddling one of Tara’s thighs.


“What do you want?”


“Fuck me, Willow,” Tara urged, and Willow quickly found her entrance, spreading her lips and burying two fingers in deep.


Tara wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but at some point the redhead moved to lie next alongside her, snaking one arm under Tara’s neck and cradling the blonde’s head in her shoulder. Willow’s soft warmth pinned her in place as the redhead’s fingers slowly stroked her inner walls, and Tara became aware that it had ceased to be fucking and had become something more. She wasn’t sure if the tears streaming silently down her cheeks had started before or after her realization, only that for the first time since she’d arrived, she felt safe.


Some time later Tara extricated her limbs from Willow’s and swung her legs over the side of the bed, gripping the edge of the mattress with both hands. Willow inched closer, running a hand soothingly over Tara’s back.


“Are you alright?”


“Fine, I’m…,” Tara suddenly stood and walked over to the suitcase lying open on a small table near the door. She pulled out a tank top and pair of pajama bottoms and dressed slowly, her back to Willow. “I just…I hope you don’t think…I don’t usually…”


“Hey…it’s okay,” Willow whispered in her ear.


Tara jumped slightly as she felt the redhead’s arms encircle her waist, not having heard the woman’s approach. Tara hesitantly turned, fear and doubt evident in her eyes. Willow cupped the blonde’s cheeks in her hands and kissed her softly before resting their foreheads together.


“Do you want me to go?”


“Um…no? I’m just feeling a little…I don’t know…”


“Vulnerable?”


“Yesss,” Tara exhaled, drawing out the word. “But, I would like it if you um, stayed.”


“You sure?” Willow asked, tilting her head back to look into Tara’s eyes, seeing a hint of relief amidst the uncertainty. The blonde bit her lip and nodded. “If it would make you feel any safer, you could tie me to the bed,” Willow quipped, then cringed at the expression she received. “Oops…too early in the relationship for bondage humor, I guess?”


Tara crinkled her nose and grinned at the redhead, who furrowed her brow in confusion.


“What?”


“You, um, said ‘relationship.’” The blonde explained.


“Um, err, various sounds of hesitation,” Willow backpedaled, blushing furiously. “I know we just met…and we live in different time zones…”


“And we may not get off of this island alive,” Tara added ironically. Willow immediately grabbed her hands and squeezed tightly, their eyes locked together.


“We WILL. We’re going to figure this out, Tara,” Willow insisted. “I just found you, and I’m not going to let some crazy person stop me from taking you out for mochas and getting to know you better. Deal?”


“Deal.”





In a darkened room two stories below, a figure leaned back in a large leather chair, feet propped up on a Lucite desk, eyes fixed on a bank of security monitors, each labeled underneath with a piece of masking tape. Most of the screens showed sleeping forms lying in their beds, while two of the monitors had been turned to other parts of the house. The one marked ‘Finn’ revealed the officer sitting at his desk, cleaning his service revolver. The one labeled ‘Johnson’ showed Faith pacing her floor, smoking a cigarette from the pack she’d taken out of Willow’s room earlier that day. But the figure’s interest was currently focused on the monitor marked ‘Maclay,’ where the two women there had just propped a chair under the door handle before climbing into bed and each other’s arms. The figure smirked before swiveling the chair toward a heavy marble chess table next to the desk. On the board were ten carefully arranged chess pieces, the queen and nine pawns, two of the latter lying on their sides. Stroking a hand over the remaining upright pawns, the figure carefully picked out two and swapped their positions.





TBC

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

[EasierSaid]

*whispers* The evil guy at the end scares me... (clutches blankey close to chest)



What a corker! Faith sure is a spitfire, I'm not sure I'd want to be trapped on an oh-god-I'm-gonna-die island with her. If the remaining survivors decide to play dodgeball at some point to pass the time (it could happen) my money is on her getting picked last (she seems to be the one that'd go hyena-possessed and take out her own teammates). Good to see the girls taking comfort in each other during the group scene, and then of course later.

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“Fuck me, Willow,” Tara urged"

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"Okay!!!" Willow yelled, tacking on "whoo-hoo!" Seriously, great stuff (if you can't tell I'm all giddy that you updated haha...)!

[hermitfish]

I, for one, say let's give a rousing cheer for comfort sex...



And eeewww...burned nearly beyond recognition...



A queen you say? Hmmmm....interesting...



You have my rapt attention (as usual)...



~Cyd

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All you need to start an asylum is an empty room and the right kind of people.

~Eugene Pallette in My Man Godfrey (1936)

[YunaMaClay]

LOL okay I was gonna post this earlier but I've been busy.... what with getting a new job now that I'm in NY for two months, since my house in Fl blew away because of the hurricanes (yes that happened a month ago but I just got the job a week ago). So what with training and what not.... well I've been busy. Umm not sure if this is right since I've been doing it at night when I'm VERY tired LOL but I did get Buffy right LOL Well going on the main points of the poems I'm thinking this though I could be far off LOL And there are a few I'm still not sure about



Spill: Anya

Cramp: Dawn

Stung: Faith

Swept: Cordelia

Brew: Oz

Evidence: Willow

Team: Riley

Rope: Tara



Umm there are a few that I'm kinda going back and forth with since it depends on your interpretation of the way the word is used.... But right now that's what I'm thinking

Now on to my thoughts on your chapters:

Yay!! Willow and Tara finally got together. Hmm Poor Buffy but hey if you leave someone to roast to death in a sun tanning machine so should you die a horrible death like that jk Hmm Well Faith's personality is intriguing the way she clashes with Riley is funny I loved Anya's hysterical moment and Tara's thoughts on it Hope everything works out though I'm seeing most everyone dying in horrible brutal ways *bounces happily then realizes she shouldn't be... clears throat* Anyway can't wait for more...... I think I've been listening to the Phantom of the Opera movie soundtrack too much LOL

Okay, I may be short, I May have pointy ears, I may look like a really f**cked up impersonation of Link, but damnit I deserve some respect-- Hope

[WickedReds]

Yes u are a tease... but u know i like it...bad reds .... hehe...

Hysterical Anya... And very pissed off Faith... Riley is gonna get his nuts torn off... now that would be funny...

Christ now i'm waiting to see a WWF brawl going on...but i see i'm not gonna get the fun of hair-pulling-sucker-punching- arm-biting-and-groin-kicking-goodness... darn...

And oh Damn Buffy has been offed... i knew it... i had that thought tinker in my head... Oh Cameron is going to off Buffy next lalalalala.....

And now the graves have been reveled dun dun dun... hehe

And now comfort sex...lalalalalala *gets back up from floor and reads more*

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*gets back up*

HOT MAMA YAMMAYS!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay i'm good now... are u trying to kill me, ur smutbunny... but that was so wow...

Aww and its so cute that... Aww the feeling of safeness and the new love feelings... awww... i'm all mushy now... and i'm not talking about my undies..

And now we move to the Chess pieces... Mmmm moving w/t pawns i see... and whats up with the queen piece....

Great update... and i see i got my smut.. i'm sure u'll have another installment of smutty goodness for us smutbunnies sometimes soon... other then that great work...hehe



-reds



Mein Banane tanzen für Schmutz

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

Edited by: WickedReds at: 10/31/04 9:44 pm

[mollyig]

Chapter 6

Willow's reason for being there is a bit flakier than the others, although I can easily see Willow getting involved in an operation like that. While she is conscientious enough to care about the bigwigs skimming, she acknowledges that it was the "can it be done" aspect of it that really drew her to it. I like how she immediately feels she can trust Tara with her story. When others entered the kitchen she halted her tale.



Chapter 7

Riley still trying to take charge of the situation, but Faith is showing the group that she is not going to be ordered about. Tara instinctively attempts to comfort Willow; she probably didn't even realise she was doing it. The fact that so few words were spoken between Tara and Willow was a nice touch - they just went with their emotions. Tara's realisation that she felt safe with Willow, and Willow's statement that they would figure things out was lovely too.



The image of the malevolent figure watching them all, and mapping out their demise on a chess board is just creepy.



Thanks so much for updating!

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Sheacht mh'anam déag do bhéal, do mhalaí's do ghrua

[justin]

ten little, nine little, eight little murderers



Well the group definitely seems to be falling apart at the seems. With Faith being the main agitator. I mean some tension is natural in their situation but someone needs to tell them that they either hang together or they hang seperately.



Well Buffy's death confirms it, they're all dying in ways that matches their aledged murder. So this is my idea of when each characters going to get the chop (though this is mainly just wild conjecture)



8: Dawn (only because she didn't fit anywhere else)

7: Anya (both of her husbands died of heat attacks, which could be seen as being a, rather severe, muscle cramp)

6: Faith (This is just wild guessing again)

5: Cordelia (since Justine drowned this seems to fit)

4: Oz (Veruca died of a drug overdose so the that fits with the bitter brew line)

3: Tara (speculating madly I wondered what if the person who found the evidence wasn't the one who died. What if, say, Riley found evidence that Tara was behind the killings and then shot her. Plus it fits in with the next verse. Since if they think they've killed the person behind it all, then they'll think that the game is won.)

2: Riley (Guessing that Willow wouldn't let him survive long after killing Tara. So then Willow would be the one, who went over to the other side)

1: Willow (her victim killed himself after seeing what he had done, also if I'm right she'd be the only left alive at that point.)



The good thing about this theory is that Willow and Tara are both near the end, so they've got plenty of time to figure this all out.



Looking forward to more

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"There are some days that you just can't get rid of a bomb" - Batman: The Movie