#fmk exchange

[v-thinks-on]

Fifteen years after two teen witches shared their first tentative kiss and fell in love like a magic spell. Fifteen years after Willow nervously came out to her friends, terrified of what they might think.

Finally, after fifteen years, Willow Rosenberg and Tara Maclay stand together at the altar, their friends all around, not a dry eye among them.

“I do,” they both say at once in their eagerness.

And then they kiss, and it’s like the first time, but so much more, and their friends cheer.

“Finally!” Xander, the best man, says and Willow and Tara break apart laughing.

[v-thinks-on]

Cordelia Chase is dead. The demon that replaced her takes its first breath. Blood, sweat, fear, food.

Her sire stands in front of her; a petite vampire in black with long red hair and an eager smirk. “Hopefully she’ll make a better vampire than a human, not that it’s saying much.”

“She’s not bad looking.” Her sire’s companion strokes a finger along Cordelia’s chin.

Somewhere deep inside, Cordelia feels a twist of longing and anger. She remembers them. The betrayal, the shame. How ironic that her sire wears the shell of the one who ruined everything in the first place.