Glamours

Making Faces

Hello all. This is my very first piece of writing so please be kind. If you like this and want to read either a)other pieces I have written since writing this, my first story (of which I don\'t own the characters of by the way, nor am I making any money off of posting this, and furthermore I don\'t lay claim to anything involving Harry Potter or Buffy/Angel) please visit my yahoogroup at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/firegoddessHPBtVSfanfiction/?yguid=67098186

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It was a well-known fact that on Fridays fortnightly the staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had staff meetings. A fact that Willow Rosenberg was becoming accustomed to. Personally, she had never thought that she would end up teaching for a living but desperate times called for desperate measures and these were certainly desperate times.

It had been scarcely a month after Sunnydale had been sucked into the ground by the month of hell that the attacks on Willow's life had begun. First it had been physical altercations (all of which had been thwarted easily by both Willow and the rest of the Scooby gang)

But then the magical attacks had started. Buffy even had been badly injured one night, put through something that Willow had later heard called the Cruciatus.

It had been for everyone's sake that Willow had decided to fake her own death and take a new identity. Indeed, according to Giles, the attacks would only become worse until the witch did one of two things: come over to the dark side and join Voldemort (apparently the new "˜big bad' of the world; Willow frankly wasn't intimidated), or die. So Willow did what any witch would under the circumstances: she became vampire fodder. Spike, who had been brought out of the ghost world by Fred shortly after his arrival in L.A. had no problems helping out with the details of that one. So, shortly after midnight on June 15th 2003, Willow Rosenberg died at the hands of one William the Bloody (who, according to unnamed sources, had gone crazy after his ordeal) and Lucy Kathryn Emerson was born.

Lucy Emerson was as different from Willow Rosenberg as night and day. A history major with a minor in Latin from Oxford, Lucy Emerson had been the only daughter of foreign diplomats who had been killed in a plane crash when she was 11 and had left her a substantial inheritance. She had been born in London, England on March 27th 1981. A penchant for extremely risqué clothing and strong liquor, Lucy was something of a wild child, a fact that the entire Scooby Gang had fun concocting when they had helped her create her new identity. Willow had at first been extremely shocked when she found out what her friends from Sunnydale and Los Angeles had done with her image but found out fairly quickly that it was far easier being bad than good.
This, coincidentally had amused Angel and Spike to no end and ended up creating somewhat of monster in the witch. Willow was now well versed in Poker and other forms of gambling and could drink even Buffy under the table.

Along with this new image came a new look. Gone was the innocent red hair that had defined Willow's mousy existence for 22 years. Here to stay was a woman that stood out from the crowd. Her hair, again, another Spike creation, was now jet black with magenta red streaks running through the thick locks. Her wardrobe too had been through a major overhaul. Lucy Emerson was enamoured of all clothes that succeeded in pushing societies limits. Short skirts, shoulder baring tops, and jeans that rode right above the pubic line were now her staple items. Strangely enough, it had been Angel, Spike and Buffy who had accompanied her on this overhaul, arguing in the store while she tried on clothes that consistently got more revealing as the evening went on. Indeed, two out of three of her friends remembered Vampire Willow and the struggle to keep Willow on the tame side of Vamp was something they could not agree on. Angel and Spike, who hadn't seen the doppelganger but had heard tales from his sire, had been all over the leather, insisting that with the character that the team at Wolfram and Hart had come up with, it would be expected. Buffy was more conservative, and, seeing the scared look on her friends face as the clothes became tighter and more revealing, put the kibosh on the entire subject, steering the two vampires and one very frightened witch into smoother territory. Leather apparently, was fine for club wear but since Lucy would be working for the Watchers Council for awhile, it wouldn't be a good idea to buy clothes that she wouldn't need.

So, armed with a new wardrobe, hairstyle (she had magically lengthened it to reach her waist and given it a wavy style), and personality, Willow left L.A. and headed for London. What was waiting for her on the other side of the ocean was not just a new life, but something far more. This she would discover later.