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Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: VW/T
Genre: Alternate Universe
Distribution: Ask first, thanks.
Summary: Tara's been captured.
CHAPTER 1
I watched the vampire as he sank his teeth into Willow’s pale neck. Her face grimaced at first, but her painful expression vanished when she realized her death was imminent. After years of fighting evil, she had finally been caught. She stared into my eyes and mouthed breathlessly, “I love you.”
“Nooooooooooooooo!” My voice echoed throughout the cemetery. I watched the life drain from my lover’s beautiful green eyes, and felt my life crumble around me. Adrenaline surged through my body and my feet began to move towards her.
From the corner of my eye I saw Xander running full force to tackle the monster. He hit the vamp and Willow flopped like a rag doll to the ground. I dropped to my knees at her side, “Oh goddess Willow, Willow, Willow, no, no baby!” When I pulled my love, my life, my heart and soul into my lap her blood spilled onto my skirt. Just then a hammering blow resounded against the back of my head and I slumped over Willows’ body into unconsciousness as well.
*
When I awoke the base of my skull thumped rhythmically like a drum leading troops into battle. My eyesight was blurry but I began to focus on the shoes in front of me. Shoes? Other senses started to come and I heard the perfunctory voice of a man stabbing into my ears. I smelled blood and dust, a common duo in Sunnydale. Laying a hand on my pillow, which was a denim clad thigh, I heard Xander say, “Tare lay still, your head.” I ignored his advice and sat up. The room began to spin, however he steadied me against the bars on which he was propped. The loud voices suddenly ceased.
“We’re in a cage,
“W-where, what,” I tried to blink away the blurriness. Then my memory came back, “oh goddess, where’s Willow?!”
“I don’t know Tara. I haven’t seen Will since the cemetery.” He clutched my hand.
“Where are we?”
“I think we’re in the back of that clothing store across from the Expresso Pump.”
“How many?” I wondered what we were up against.
“Three or four, two brought me in, a different one brought you in. I think the guy yelling is the leader.”
I heard the voices again and they were gettinig louder. Three vamps entered the room where we were caged.
“See there’s your witch, boss.” A stocky vamp jabbed his fat finger through the air at me with a self-satisfied grin.
“You fools!” The short rotund vampire shouted. “That’s not the witch I wanted! The one I came for has red hair,” He eyeballed me and snarled, “and is a bit frailer.” I felt insecure like when I lived with Dad and Donny.
“Red? Frank you idiot, you fanged that one.” The stocky vamp pointed at his counterpart.
Seated on the floor Xander and I watched the ‘Boss’ pace back and forth. Our heads swiveled like we were watching a tennis match. Xander leaned over and told me he recognized the two fledglings as being the shop owner’s sons.
“Where is she?” The boss queried.
“Dad’s watching her.” Frank purported.
“Watching her? Watching her?! You sired her? You two are extraordinarily mindless. Have you no idea of the power that girl possesses? Why do you think I came all the way to Sunnydale? It certainly wasn’t to drink the blood of a mediocre witch like this.” He snarled at me again and walked to the door. I bowed my head in embarrassment and felt my cheeks flush. Spinning on a dime he pointed at Frank and proclaimed, “Go kill her, kill her before she wakes and ravages us all!” A dust cloud appeared where he had just stood, through the ashes the redhead emerged.
“Too late…Boss” the redheaded vamp emphatically pronounced ‘Boss,’ “and that mediocre witch? Not so ordinary from my point of view.”
Fear ebbed in my eyes; the combined forces of Willow’s craft with those of a vampire were startling.
“Boys, daddy sends his love,” she prowled towards us. Xander and I stood up immediately. “Do I need to exhibit any force or do you understand that you are my fledglings now?” Her eyes never left the cage while she summoned loyalty from the vamps. She was studying me. I was studying her.
“N-no boss, w-we understand.” The boys replied.
“Where did you get that leather outfit, Will? Raid a Domme’s closet on the way over?” Xander poked. I closed my eyes briefly at that suggestion.
Her brow arched. “Clothing store,” were her only words, but they landed as such that they made me feel stupid just standing next to him. She paused before us and cocked her head to one side and then the other; her eyes looked me up and down. She then glanced briefly at Xander before returning to stare at me.
“Now, which one of these prisoners do we want to eat and which do we send to the slayer with a message?” She ran her fingers lazily from rung to rung. “My brain tells me to eat the boy and free the witch, however my pussy tells me to eat the girl and free the boy.” The adolescent vamps snickered at the naughty nature of their new master. Her green eyes penetrated mine and my core seized. I’m not sure if it was from the fear, the deliberate come on, or the concussion.
“Free Xander,” the words bubbled from my lips, I knew sacrifice and I knew it well. And I truly didn’t believe that she would kill me. I also knew something deep inside me yearned to please this monster. Vamp Willow smirked. Did she know I was trying to hold on to any string attached to my Willow or was there something else?
“What?!” Xander grabbed my arm and turned me to face him. “Tara, you have more to offer Buffy than I do.” Xander was perplexed. He thought I could make more of a difference than he in the fight against evil. I didn’t want to say it aloud, but I thought that I may be able to help more by being on the inside with Wil-, Vamp Willow.
The redhead was tempted but she commanded, “Take the girl; I cannot have another witch undermine me.” She strutted towards the door. Her leather pants fit tight across her ass showing her womanly curves. Her logic made no sense; I would be more of a threat if she let me go. Xander was, forgive me, just food.
I couldn’t let my love go, no matter the mind-set. “You can drain m-my power, daily, if you w-want. I’ll wear s-shackles and you can c-cover my mouth too.” I was unyielding.
“Have you lost your witchy mind?” Xander didn’t understand; he was in complete awe.
Vamp Willow pondered the offer, she turned around and angled her head to the side again, “Who says you’d live more than a day?" Damn, she's sexy. "It’s not enough, free the girl.” Her vamp boys unlocked the cage and moved towards me.
I gave it one last desperate chance, “You can do with me as you please.” Suffice it to say raised brows were uniform in this room. The offer was blatant, my body was the bid.
She stared into my eyes. Vamp Willow searched for my reasoning and I searched for my Willow. She must still be in there, somewhere, I can get her back. Was I fooling myself? Or did I want to…know this Willow as well?
“Take the boy.” Willow ordered.
Xander was hauled from the cage, “don’t do this Tara!” He pleaded. I gave him my resolve face and he realized it was no use to argue anymore, “We’ll be back for you Tara, I promise.” The vamps steered him forcefully. Willow slapped him on his ass, “tell the slayer her favorite sidekick has fangs now.” She pushed them out and just before slamming the door she asserted, “Maybe I’ll meet her standards to fuck now.”
We were alone. My heart rate increased. She didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything. She made her way into the cage nonchalantly; I didn’t have to look I could feel her eyes all over me. The knee high leather boots tapped up behind me and paused. I felt her dead breath on my neck and I began to tremble. That’s when she whispered, “I was going keep you all along. I just wanted to hear you beg.” Her tongue raked up my neck and I bit my bottom lip to suppress a moan. Oh goddess, help me.
She wrapped her arms around my waist and swayed side to side humming in my ear. I felt the absence of one of her arms briefly before hearing the clanging of chains. “These won’t hurt a bit, pet.” Clasping them to my wrist she positioned herself in front of me. Her skin was cold when it touched mine. It marked my reality with the fact that my Willow was dead. I didn’t want to accept that yet. She lifted my chin and placed a collar around my neck. Lastly, she attached the shackles from my wrists to the loop on the collar.
“Come kitten, let’s go play.” She tugged on the chains and I followed obediently.
TBC
"You two are the two who are the two. I'm the other one." - Willow
Edited by: terra21
at: 1/2/05 4:16 pm
LOVE VAMP WILL!
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...can't wait for the next update!
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Michaela
I'm all for Vamp Willow and Tara, oh god Vamp Tara, oh the possibilities....
. I have a feeling were all going to get an interesting look inside your mind with this story Terra 
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~*Shawna*~
