Fur is Murder
She had found the coat on her balcony one morning. The odd fur coat that had a familiar aura to it. It was a gift, the note attached proclaimed; a gift from Angelus. When Willow realized where the coat had come from, she screamed and screamed and kept on screaming. But later, when Buffy and Xander had finally left after finding her collapsed in a tear-sodden heap on her bedroom floor, she put the coat on. And she wore it every day thereafter. It was the only way, after all, that Oz could ever hold her in his arms now.