by xita » Thu Dec 06, 2001 12:02 am
by Banshee » Thu Dec 06, 2001 8:02 pm
Willow ran so fast that she thought her chest might explode. She had to get away, the further from Rack, the better. By the time she stopped, she hadn’t even realized where she had run to. She looked up and found herself a block away from the Magic Shop. She also saw Tara walking out, alone. She wanted to keep running, far from her, far from her friends and out of Sunnydale. But, she didn’t. Instead, she took a breath and walked towards Tara, who was walking with her back to her.
“Tara, please,” she said as she caught up with her, “please don’t walk away from me. Not now.”
The blonde jumped at the sound of Willows voice and paused. Instead of continuing on, she did turn around and met her lovers eyes for the first time in a couple of days.
“Tara,” Willow spoke her name once more.
“Wh-what,” she had trouble getting the words out. “What do you want,” she said, trying to be strong.
Willow didn’t say anything, instead she just fell into her arms and started to cry.
“I-I can’t do this by myself, Tara. I can’t. I thought I was strong, but I’m not. My whole world is messed up. I’m so alone with out you. I’m so sorry, Tara. I’m so sorry,” she was crying so hard that her body was heaving. “I didn’t mean for this, Tara. I didn’t want to send you away. I just got so caught up and then it got worse and I got out of control. And he won’t leave me alone. He’s in my dreams and I can hear him in my head and I just want things to go back to what they were.”
Tara moved a step back from Willow. She didn’t know whether to pull her closer or leave her there crying. She knew that she couldn’t though. For as angry as she was at Willow, seeing her like this destroyed any ounce of will that she had.
“Shh, Will,” she said wiping the tears off of Willows face. “What’s going on?”
“Rack.. I was walking and he was there and he said he would bring me back, even if I didn’t want him to. I’m scared, Tara. You were in my dream last night and he was going to drain you and I woke up screaming.”
Tara thought about being startled from her sleep. Perhaps she had felt Willows distress.
“It’s ok, Willow. I’m ok. Let me take you back to the Magic Shop so we can tell the others.”
“No, I-I can’t see them right now,” Willow said shaking her head. “I can’t let them see me like this. I can’t hear it from them right now. I just want to go home,” she looked up at Tara.
“Please take me home.”
Tara had made some tea when they reached the Summers home. By the time she had brought the mug to Willows room, the redhead was asleep. She pulled the covers up over her and, almost out of instinct, she kissed her on the forehead.
When she left the room, the doorbell rang and she went downstairs to answer it.
“Dawn, did you forget your keys,” she said as she swung open the door. “Amy.”
Willows friend had looked worse since Tara had seen her recently. But, she wasn’t a rat anymore, Tara thought, so this can’t be much worse.
Amy came through the door and looked around nervously.
“Is Willow here?” her eyes darted back and fourth.
“She’s sleeping.”
“Is she in her room? I, uh, I kind of need to see her right now,” Amy said as she started making her way towards the stairs.
“Actually, it’s probably best if you don’t right now, Amy. Actually, it would be best if you didn’t see her again,” Tara moved over and blocked her way.
Amy stopped and sized Tara up. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, Willow needs a life without magic right now. She’s in bad shape and it would be best if you weren’t around her right now.”
“I don’t think you speak for her,” Amy said, taking a step back. “In fact, I think you lost that right when you left her.”
Tara winced when Amy’s words hit her.
“She had more fun with me in the two days that we hung out then in the two years that you were with her. I appreciate her power. You and Buffy just want her to act like she doesn’t have it. You want her to be like every other little drone in Sunnydale and Willow is so beyond that and you that’s it sickens me.”
Tara lowered her head so that the witch didn’t see her chin quivering. “Leave, Amy, you aren’t wanted here.”
“I’ll leave when Willow tells me to. Until then, you can get out of my way,” she said as she went to move Tara out of the way.
Tara caught her arm and pushed her back.
“Don’t touch me, Tara.”
“Leave, Amy. I won’t tell you again.”
“Leave or you’ll what? Blind me with sage? You haven’t got anything on me,” Amy said, threatening her.
Tara looked up the stairs to make sure that Willow hadn’t been woken by the commotion. When she saw that she hadn’t, she turned to Amy, “Do you want to try that theory?”
Amy smirked at her, “Willow will just have to forgive me.”
She stretched her hand towards Tara and said
Goddess Hectate
Work thy will
Before thee
Let the unclean thing crawl
Before the light struck Tara, she put up her palm and calmly uttered, “Null.” The light shattered against her.
“You don’t think I know that spell? My mother taught it to me when I was younger. She brought me up to defend myself against the darker magicks in this world,” Tara said as she rubbed her hand.
“Besides, Amy, Willow told me that was the spell you worked on Buffy and on yourself."
Amy just glared at her.
“I need to talk to Willow,” Amy reiterated again.
“No, Amy, you need to leave and you need to leave Willow alone.”
“I need to talk to Willow,” her voice raising in anger.
Tara’s body language changed and she became more defensive.
“Leave.”
Amy put her head back and started another incantation
Blind thee fool
Who wishes harm
Grant thy will
Work thy charm
As Amy spoke every word, Tara countered with her own
Apollo's light surround me.
Poseidon's water protect me.
Athena's wisdom guide me.
Another shot came from Amy’s hand and struck against Tara. Instead of protecting herself with a single palm, Tara was engulfed by a faint white light. Amy’s spell was absorbed by the light and evaporated before their eyes.
Tara looked at her through the light, “I am done playing. Never come here again.” Tara vanished the shield and started her own spell
By the crimson and the gold
By basilisk and bloodstone
By the garlic in the fields
By the poppies and what they yield
Invisibly I make my shield
To detect thee and deflect thee
And keep thy harm from me
By the power of three times three
I banish thee, I banish thee, I banish thee
So mote it be!
As if pulled by an unseen force, Amy was dragged backwards out of the house and the door closed behind her. Again, Tara looked up towards Willows bedroom to ensure that she had not been woken. After a few seconds, Tara sat down on the stairs and started to cry.
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"Believe me I don't want to go,
And it'll grieve me 'cause I love you so
But we both know..."
[This message has been edited by Banshee (edited December 06, 2001).]
by Warduke » Thu Dec 06, 2001 8:16 pm
And Tara laying the magical smackdown on Amy...take that rat girl
by Rane » Thu Dec 06, 2001 8:21 pm
by RomanceJunky » Thu Dec 06, 2001 8:25 pm
The Junky
by Banshee » Thu Dec 06, 2001 8:27 pm
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"Believe me I don't want to go,
And it'll grieve me 'cause I love you so
But we both know..."
by Epicurus » Thu Dec 06, 2001 8:27 pm
Tara looked at her through the light, “I am done playing. Never come here again.”
I'd be afraid of the look in Tara's eyes when she said that.
Loved the fact that she kept making sure Willow wasn't seeing any of it. Very in tune with what I'd expect Tara to be doing.
by The Rose » Thu Dec 06, 2001 9:01 pm
I want to see a showdown between Tara and Amy on the show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by xita » Fri Dec 07, 2001 12:37 am
by Lonewolf » Fri Dec 07, 2001 1:02 am
Lonewolf
by Fuzz » Fri Dec 07, 2001 7:28 am
YOU GO GIRL!!!
by Dumbsaint » Fri Dec 07, 2001 11:58 am
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Shiver me timberless.
by Banshee » Fri Dec 07, 2001 8:19 pm
Tara let Willow sleep through the night. She wanted to join her in the bed, lay down with her and feel her warmth once more. But, the anger and hurt she still felt for her kept her away. Instead, she opted for the floor of the bedroom, which still kept her close by.
She heard Willow toss and turn through her sleep. Tara knew that Willow occasionally talked in her sleep, but she had never heard her do it this much. She heard her name mentioned a few times, but most of it seemed like Willow was trying to escape something. At around 3 a.m., she heard Willow scream and wake up crying. She lifted herself off the floor and went to her.
“Tara, no, Tara…” she was disorientated.
“Shhh, Will, it’s ok. I’m here, it’s ok,” Tara took her in her arms and stroked her head.
Willow grabbed Tara close to her, coming out of her sleepy state.
“Tara, you were gone,” Willow buried her head in Tara’s neck.
“I’m here,” she wiped the tears off of Willows face, but they didn’t stop coming.
“He had you, Tara. He was hurting you. He said he knew how to get at me,” she looked up at Tara, “through you.”
“Nobody’s going to get us, Will. You just had a nightmare. It’s probably just the magic leaving your system.”
She sat there and held Willow as she calmed down. Finally, Willow broke the silence, “Will you hold me?”
Tara paused for a moment, thinking it over in her head. Even her animosity wasn’t strong enough to turn Willow down. She nodded and pulled down the other side of the blankets. When they laid down, Willow wrapped one arm around Tara and laid her head on her chest. Then, they fell asleep.
The alarm clock woke Willow up around nine. She groggily reached over to turn it off and realized that she was alone. Tara had left sometime that morning. A wave of sadness rushed over Willow. ‘She could have said goodbye,” she thought as she pushed aside the covers. When she sat up, she noticed a piece of paper lying on the nightstand with her name on it. She opened it and found a note from Tara.
Willow,
I’m sorry for leaving you so quickly this morning, but I had to. I woke up this morning and saw you next to me and knew that was how I wanted to wake up every morning. I know that I want you by my side, but I am still reeling from what you did to me. I still need some time away from you. I would like to believe that you are through with abusing magic, but I can’t say that with a whole heart. Until I am able to, I have to stay away.
This isn’t easy for me, you have to believe that. It is killing me more than I will ever be able to express to you. But, please know, that I still love you.
Yours always,
Tara.
Willow put the note down and felt the tears come once more. This time, though, she did not let them brim over. She just left the room and went down stairs to make breakfast. She was starved and didn’t want to make the bed, in case it would disturb Tara’s scent that still hung in the air.
Tara walked back that morning with a sense of confusion. She felt calm after spending the night in bed with Willow, but she was also a little worried about her exchange with Amy and the dreams that Willow had about Rack.
She knew nothing of this man or his power. She just knew that his magic was dark and strong. Perhaps, it was nothing to worry about and that he was just a parasite who fed off of the energy of others. Still, this did not comfort her. Though she had never met someone who worked in his same dubious profession, she had heard stories of magic dealers from her mothers relatives and if this man was anything like them, it was not a good sign.
She was also worried about Amy. She had banished the witch from the Summers home and charmed herself to know if the witch was around. But, and she knew this would be more likely, if Willow was outside of the house or away from her, Amy would be able to get to her. She wanted to protect Willow more than anything in this world, but was also in the situation of needing to stay away from her for her own sanity.
After getting settled into her room, she opened up the trunk that lied at the foot of her bed and pulled out some age worn books. She grabbed a notebook from her book bag and started some non-academic studying.
That night, Amy visited Racks for the first time in days. As she walked through his barrier, she saw only one other person waiting on the couch.
“Is someone in there with him?” she asked the pale faced man.
“No and I’m next, so don’t think you can just walk in there like you did the other night.”
She looked at him with disgust and went to Racks door. As she went to knock, a voice came from behind her.
“Where is she?”
She turned around and was face to face with him.
“Rack,” she said mustering up an insincere smile.
“Willow. Where is she?”
“Home, I think.”
“Go get her.”
“Rack, I can’t. She won’t return my calls and last night I went over there and her bitch ex-girlfriend banished me. I can’t go back.”
Rack shook his head, “Child. Still getting yourself into things you can’t handle, huh? You would think being a rat for a few years would have taught you something.”
Amy looked away and said, “But, I’m still here, Rack. I mean, you still want to see me, right?”
He looked her up and down and thought about his answer. When he took too long, she spoke again.
“You don’t need her, Rack. I have power for you.”
“You have nothing compared to her,” he sighed and turned away.
“Hey, Rack man, I’ve been here a while,” the man spoke up from the couch. “It’s not fair, man. C’mon, I need it.”
Rack threw his arm out and the mans mouth disappeared. The mans eyes widened out of shock and then turned to fear as he began to scratch at where his mouth had just been.
Amy’s jaw dropped and she stepped away from Rack. She couldn’t peel her eyes away from the man as blood started to run down his chin.
“Idiot, you’re staining my couch,” Rack yelled as he rushed toward the man and grabbed him off of the couch. Within a second, he threw the man through the wall and he was gone.
“Ar-aren’t you going to fix him?”
“Eventually, but not after he learns not to interrupt me,” he wiped his hands on his jeans and walked towards Amy, who was moving backwards with every step he took.
When he had her pinned against the wall, he brought one hand over her face and whispered, “I wonder how you would look like without a mouth.”
Amy began to shake at the thought of this.
“Or how would you like to see how one can live without a heart?” he said as he moved his hand down to her chest.
“No, please, Rack,” she started crying.
Suddenly he pushed off the wall and spun away.
“Well, I need something, Amy,” he yelled in the empty room. “You come here with your low grade power and expect it to satisfy me?”
He turned back and looked her again, “Never insult me like that.”
Amy closed her eyes and waited for something to happen. She braced against the inevitable energy that would strike her dead. She waited for the pain. Instead, all she got was his laughter.
“God, I love fear,” he said with a wide smile on his face. “C’mon, you’ll have to do.” He took her by the hand and pulled her into his bedroom.
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"Believe me I don't want to go,
And it'll grieve me 'cause I love you so
But we both know..."
by Warduke » Fri Dec 07, 2001 8:43 pm
And I still hate Rack with a vengeance
by RomanceJunky » Fri Dec 07, 2001 8:57 pm
The Junky...this just gets better and better...
by xita » Sat Dec 08, 2001 11:35 am
by emily 'first' » Sun Dec 09, 2001 4:40 am
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vive,valeque.
by lion + dove » Sun Dec 09, 2001 5:21 am
i think the thing that interests me most are the choices before tara. how does she defend willow (and herself) from rack without practicing the very magic that she so upset her in willow?
how does she use her power with strength but with (can't find just the right word) integrity (in the sense of a circle- whole complete in balance)?
needless to say its good good fic-ing that makes you think about those things. thanks banshee.
[This message has been edited by lion + dove (edited December 09, 2001).]
by Banshee » Sun Dec 09, 2001 7:49 pm
Amy had left hours ago and Mr. Talkative had not come back. Really, what would he have to say to defend himself, Rack thought. Aside from the two visitors, no one had come to see Rack that night and he was not happy about it.
“Fucking witch,” Rack yelled as he threw a lamp across the living room. “How dare she let me taste her and never come back. Fucking tease,” as he yelled, he paced quickly back and forth.
“I’ll make her come to me. I’ll make her need me,” he turned and walked into the bedroom.
Tara had stayed up through most of the night. Then, finally, around four she headed off to bed. Just as she was falling asleep, there was a knocking at her door. Sleepily, she got out of bed and pulled on her robe. Her first thought was that something bad had happened to Willow. She didn’t know any of her neighbors and ruled out that it could be one of them asking for a cup of sugar at this hour. She opened the door and saw nothing but the darkness. She stuck her head out into the corridor and saw no sign of the person who had been at her door.
“Probably just someone stumbling in,” she said to the air.
She closed the door and turned around to head back to her bed. That’s when she saw his figure in the shadows. She could make out his scraggily hair and square figure. In the moonlight she also saw that something was not right with one half of his face.
“Who-who are,” she started to stutter.
“Quiet,” he gently said and waved his hand. Tara tried to speak, but no sound came out of her mouth. She tried to scream, but only released air.
“I don’t want you pulling the same tricks on me, girl. Amy mentioned your banishment spell earlier and, well, I don’t much feel like going anywhere right now.”
He walked around the edge of the bed and came towards her, she moved to avoid his contact.
“Goddamn it, girl, sit down,” he moved his hand and Tara was thrown down on the bed. He put up his hand again and said, “Paral,” and Tara felt her muscles freeze. She tried to move, but could not. He had incapacitated her completely.
He walked closer to her and knelt down in front of her. His hands were less than an inch above her and he slowly started to move them across her body.
“Hmmm.. red has good taste. Strength.” He moved his hands above her a little more like he was reading brail. He looked Tara in her terrified eyes and licked his lips, “Oh, and there’s innocence her, too. What a good little girl, you are. Never touch the stuff, do you? Well, don’t worry, love, I’ll fix that for you the moment we get back to my place.”
He pulled his hands away from her and placed them in front of her face. “Wanna see a magic trick?” he asked as he wriggled his fingers so she could see the red sparks shooting off of them. “This one will dazzle you,” Rack said as he placed his hand on Tara’s chest, sending the energy exchange between them.
Dawn hung up the phone in the kitchen. Tara had said she wanted her to call Saturday morning, but she wasn’t there. Dawn looked disappointed as she turned around and sat down at the table. Now that the pain medicine was finally wearing off, she wanted to take Tara up on her offer of shakes.
“Why the face, Dawn,” Buffy asked when she saw her.
“Oh, just trying to get a hold of Tara, but she’s not home.”
“Ah, she’s probably just catching on the sleep. Rough week for everyone, you know. Not like I have to tell you though.”
Dawn mustered up a small smile. She had really wanted to talk to Tara since the accident. Tara was the only person she felt she could completely open up to. Since her mother and sisters death, Tara had become sort of a parent to her. Since Buffy had come back there had been weirdness in the house and now with Willow and her magic problem, Dawn felt like Tara was the only one who wasn’t slightly messed up in the head.
“I guess I’ll try later.”
The first thing that Tara noticed as she slowly started to wake up was the smell and the pain. The room smelled like a mixture of chemistry lab and a sewer. As she inhaled a lung full of it, she started to cough roughly. As she did, the pain that she dully felt throughout her body shot through her again and she moaned loudly. She was able to move a little more than she remembered being able to before, though not much. She was strapped to a wall, that she knew. Her hands and ankles felt like a million needles were penetrating her. She would think that they were just asleep, if it weren’t for the burning that accompanied it.
“Good morning, sunshine,” she heard his voice somewhere to the side of her. “Thought I had killed you with all of my fun last night,” she saw him move into her peripheral vision as he came around and stood right in front of her.
He put his arms above her head and moved down closer to her, his mouth just inches away from hers. “Don’t want to do that yet, though. Little red won’t come if there’s nothing here for her. And I know she will,” he moved in and licked the corner of her mouth with his tongue. As he pulled back, Tara saw blood on it. ”Can’t say that I’d blame her. If I had something that tasted that good, I’d go after it, too. I’d die for it, just like she will.”
She moved her own to her lips and tasted it. She started shaking, but would not cry. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of that.
He moved away and looked at her before he exited the room. When the door was shut, she let the tears come to wash away his lingering touch.
Dawn had left three messages for Tara before finally deciding to go over and pay a visit. She needed to get away from the house. Willow, who she was definitely not talking to, was studying in the living room. To avoid running into her at all, she would have to stay in her own room and, after doing that for too many days, she decided to leave the house. She wrote Buffy a note and headed out the door.
Dawn knocked on Tara’s door and waited. After a few moments she knocked again and waited once more. After no one answered, she leaned in to see if she could hear any signs of Tara in there. When she leaned in, she could hear the faint buzzing of Tara’s alarm clock. It was past three and Dawn knew that Tara would never be asleep that late. ‘Maybe she’s got headphones on,’ she thought to herself as she tried the doorknob. The door opened easily and Dawns mouth dropped at what she saw.
On the wall above Tara’s bed, there were over a dozen photos that had been taken of the couple. Encircling it, a border of blood. Blood was also smeared on the images of Willow and x’s had been drawn over Tara’s eyes like Dawn had seen on Saturday morning cartoon characters that had met an untimely ending by an ACME product. The bed had been trashed and Tara’s robe laid shredded on the floor.
Dawn ran out of the building and down the street. She burst into her house and started yelling Willow’s name.
Willow rushed out of the kitchen, “Dawnie, what is it?”
“Willow,” the young girl started crying, “it’s Tara. She’s gone.”
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"Believe me I don't want to go,
And it'll grieve me 'cause I love you so
But we both know..."
by The Rose » Sun Dec 09, 2001 8:34 pm
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by Warduke » Sun Dec 09, 2001 8:36 pm
But that's some good fic you got there
by xita » Sun Dec 09, 2001 9:02 pm
Willow will so kick his ass.
by Rane » Sun Dec 09, 2001 9:35 pm
but this story is soooo great. i'm loving it.
by LeatherQueen » Sun Dec 09, 2001 9:42 pm
Willow is soooo going to whomp on Rack when she finds out. And then hopefully, she and Tara will make with the smoochies. Right? Please?
Great stuff!
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by Lonewolf » Mon Dec 10, 2001 12:49 am
Lonewolf
by KittyKo » Mon Dec 10, 2001 8:41 am
by Dumbsaint » Mon Dec 10, 2001 9:12 am
He is so going down! And I don't mean in the fun Kitty way.
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Shiver me timberless.
by banshee* » Mon Dec 10, 2001 11:39 pm
Dawns words cut through Willow like a knife.
“No, no,” she stood there, shaking her head, backing away from Dawn.
“Willow, I’m not kidding. Her room, there was a struggle,” Dawn lowered her head, “and there’s blood.”
Willow started sobbing. Her nightmares were coming true. She knew it was him and she knew it was because of her.
Willow ran and pushed Dawn out of her way as she made her way up to her bedroom. She threw open the closet door and started tossing out boxes that lie on the top shelf. Shoes and winter hats were strewn on the floor by the time she reached the back of it. This was where she had kept remnants of magick ingredients from spells she had used against Glory and to revive Buffy. She grabbed the ingredients and threw them into her bag. She knew she didn’t have everything, though. The Magic Shop. She needed another book and a few more items. She ran down the stairs and out the door before Dawn could hang up the phone and yell to her to stop.
Xander and Anya were talking to Buffy when they turned and heard the bell on the Shop’s door chime. Dawn had called to tell them about what she had found in Tara’s room and that Willow had run out of the house a few moments before. Buffy went to turn to run to Willow when she was stopped by the look on Willow’s face.
“Willow, please, don’t. Let me help you get him. It’s not,” Buffy stopped again as Willow put up her hand to speak.
“Buffy, I can’t. If he see’s you, it’s over. She’s with him because of me, because of what I did. This is my fight.”
“Don’t be stupid, Will. You remember what happened when you went off to fight Glory. You could have been killed if I hadn’t been there.”
“No, you could fight Glory because she had physical power. Rack’s power doesn’t work like that. I—my power works like that. I can’t lose her again,” Willows lower lip started to tremble at the thought of losing her lover again.
“Will, she’s right. We should go with you,” Xander said as he moved from around the counter and stood next to Buffy.
“Xander,” she spoke to her friend for the first time in days, “it ends here. Rack, my magic, everything. If he kills her, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
“But, you don’t know,” Anya started to say as Willow reached in her bag and pulled out a handful of yellowish powder.
“Guys, I’m sorry,” she brought the powder up to her mouth and blew it off of her hand.
“Pull the nights sky
Over my intended eyes
Let them rest
So that I may venture upon my quest
Nocturm”
Buffy had started to run towards her, to stop her incantation. But, as Willow uttered her final words, her three friends collapsed on the floor, asleep.
Willow walked around Buffy and climbed the ladder to the upper loft of the shop. She had visited this area a few times before but this the second time she would do so in Tara’s name. She wrapped a few vials of variously colored liquids in a dress that Tara had left behind and placed the package into her bag. Then she pulled a familiar text off of the shelf and watched at the pages did their dance and reached the section that she needed. She closed the book and placed it gently in the bag so as to not crush the precious and volatile vials. She descended the stairs again and ran out into the night.
Amy was on her bed trying to find a reversal spell for Tara’s banishment spell. She had promised Rack last night that she would deliver Willow and, if she ever wanted to visit him again, she knew she had to make good on it.
She heard the wind picking up outside and looked up as tree branches began to pound and scratch against the windowpane. She walked over to close the curtain and was thrown back against the bed as the window imploded. Amy screamed and tried to guard her face against the shrapnel. She felt a few shards cut into her before the commotion was over. She looked up and saw with, eyes darkened, floating half a foot above the floor, coming through the hole where her window had just been.
“Willow, my god, what the fuck are you doing?” Amy screamed as she rolled off the other side of the bed, trying to get some distance between her and Willow.
“He has her Amy. Where is he?”
“Who? Tara? He has Tara? Why?”
Amy was picked up off of the floor and thrown against the wall by another upswing in the air.
“You do not ask the questions here Amy. Tell me where he is,” Willow said moving towards her.
“I don’t know, Willow, I swear,” she screamed.
“Don’t lie to me, Amy. You brought this into my life. You brought me there. None of this would be happening if it weren’t for you. You owe me your human form and you owe me answers,” Willows eyes grew darker as her voice started to rise.
“I owe you nothing. You owe me,” she screamed back at her.
“You’re right, Amy. I do owe you,” her hand shot out and fired a bolt of light into Amy, striking her.
Amy screamed and collapsed to her knees. She struggled to breathe as Willow lowered herself to the ground and picked her up with her hands.
“I’ve hurt Gods, Amy, so don’t think I won’t do worse to you,” she said, meeting Amy’s eyes with her own.
“Where is he?”
Amy was crying as she fought to get the words out, “Ok, ok. H-he wanted me to bring you to him tonight. The last loading dock at the pier, number 43.”
Willow let her fall under her own weight. She turned her back and started towards the gap in the wall before stopping. “This all ends tonight,” Willow said to herself.
She turned herself back around to Amy and said
Goddess Hectate
Work thy will
Before thee
Let the unclean thing crawl
“Not again,” were Amy’s last words before the light hit her and her body was changed back into a rat.
Willow walked to the opening and paused. She incanted a familiar Latin spell and felt the weight of her body disappear. She slowly rose up again and was gone.
The pier was empty, which was not odd for that hour of the night. As Willow ran across the wooden slats, she couldn’t stop herself from crying. ‘God, don’t let me be too late. Let me get to her in time,’ she thought as she pushed herself on towards the end of the pier. As the numbers on the panels began to rise, she slowly felt the warmth rising within her body. By the time she reached the last few numbers, her body felt as thought it were on fire. She didn’t even turn her head as she reached the end and dove into invisible field.
She caught herself before she fell onto the floor. She frantically looked around the room and saw no sign on Rack or Tara. She called out Tara’s name and heard nothing. She pushed her way into Racks bedroom and saw her. Tara was two feet off the ground, her hands bound to the wall by and waxing substance. She was either sleeping or knocked out and there was blood on her face.
“Oh, God, Tara.” Willow ran to her. “Tara, baby, wake up.”
The blonde stirred and lifted her head. “Willow?” she hoarsely whispered.
“It’s ok, baby. I’m going to get you out of here, it’s ok. Oh, Tara, I’m so sorry,” Willow began to cry as she clawed at the restraints on Tara’s wrists.
Willow didn’t see Tara’s eyes grow as Rack came into focus.
“N-n-o. W-Willow. Behind you,” Tara tried to warn her before he rushed up behind Willow and threw her to the ground.
“Hmm..now the fun begins, sunshine,” he said smiling at Tara.
by LeatherQueen » Mon Dec 10, 2001 11:58 pm
.......waiting patiently........
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by mollyig » Tue Dec 11, 2001 4:21 am
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"To let this love survive would be the greatest gift that we could give"
Emily Saliers (Indigo Girls)
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