Daniel groaned softly and Willow smoothed the back of his hair as she kissed him. One of her hands dropped from his neck and carefully, lifted the silver sharp dagger from the ground.

Then suddenly Daniel yanked away, breathing heavily. Willow smiled wryly. She deftly pulled her dagger from his chest and pushed his limp body off her. Blood began to flow down his chest and he stared at her, his mouth open in shock. “Why-why did you do this?” He gasped. Willow leaned down over him and put a hand on his cheek, stroking it gently.

A few tears dripped down his nose.

“Will…why? I thought things would—be different?” Willow smiled and a lone tear dripped from her eye. “I’m not like you Daniel. I can’t turn away from my calling. We are meant to serve as assassins. I must get revenge on those who did this too us. To those who hurt you. Who hurt us. I still love you.” Willow said softly, her eyes slowly filling with tears.

“Then why did you..do this?” Daniel asked. Willow smiled. She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, “Oh Danny I thought you knew why. I’m a Villain, darling.”

Then she kissed him on the forehead. Daniel let out a huff of breath and his head lolled to the side. His eyes remained open, lifeless and cold, staring at her blankly.

Camille flew down and landed, her head low, acknowledging that she would follow Willow. Willow rose to her feet and smiled evilly. “Come on Camille. Let’s go.”