Heart and Soul

[fhiwda]

• Title - Heart and Soul
• Author name – Erika Lynn
• Email Address - mayo.is.evil@gmail. com
• Rating - PG...just for the word loins
• Disclaimer - I do not claim these characters. Their place of origin lies with the wonderful Joss Wheden.
• Feedback- Always
• Summary- Of course it's about the lovelies, Willow and Tara, but this does not have anything to do with the show itself.
• Notes- This is just the prologue and I have no idea where it is headed just yet, but I'm hoping it evolves into something great. A big THANK YOU to Amanda for being my beta...

Prologue to Heart and Soul...

She was walking in a daze. Her mind kept running over what had just happened. She could not see anything save for those eyes...the most beautiful green she had ever seen. The hair...red...not just red, but more gorgeous than the captivating light of a fire. Her body had moved in slow motion, or was that just Tara's mind slowing everything down to make it last? The slender body of the green-eyed goddess had captivated her senses. The way she moved while fighting off those loathsome men was nothing short of amazing. "Wait a minute! I was just attacked by 3 horrible men talking about me in the most horrible and ludicrous ways and all I can think about is this gorgeous woman," Tara thought. She had never thought of anyone in a relationship manner or in a sexual way, but this red head had driven her loins wild and those green eyes had taken her heart. No wonder every date she had ever been on ended in disaster. Her heart was made for and will always belong to the woman in leather saving her life and sanity from those men. She now had a purpose and task...find the goddess of her heart and never leave her side.

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Willow was perched on the roof of a building searching the streets for trouble. Her eyes her searching, but her mind was far away. Every night for as long as she could remember, she was fighting the fight that everyone else seemed so scared to face. She never understood their fear, for the worst that could happen, would be for her life to come to an end, which was never a fear to her. Death would bring an end to the pain that lurked in her heart. She had never seen a reason for life, but would never let the pain win by taking her own life. So she works every night on making the lives of others so much better and safer in hope that they will never feel this pain. However, something amazing had happened to her. Willow's pain had been all but disappeared when she looked into those amazing blue eyes. When she looked into those eyes, she had seen fear replaced by awe. At that point this damsel in distress had captured her soul. Something had driven Willow to leave before the girl could try to speak with her. The reason for this swift departure had been a mystery to Willow herself until this moment. She felt fear. For the first time in her life, she was afraid. She didn't want her pain to spread to this gorgeous woman whose blond hair captured the moonlight perfectly. Those blue eyes should always be full of happiness and bliss, not fear and pain. As much as Willow wanted to see her heart again, she knew she had to stay away to keep the blond safe and happy.

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This is all I have for now, but I am working on it constantly...

Feed back please...

[writerfreak]

A big you're welcome my dear Bella. More than happy to be anything for you. But stop saying thank you dammit you know the rules. And you already know I love it. Do I have to say it again? I love it.

writerfreak

[MelCar19]

Really great start there!

Can't wait to read more and to shed some light onto what is happening!

[jasmydae]

What follows is my critique. ^_^ Please don't let it dissuade you from continuing. Hopefully it will be helpful.

Opening

The opening to the story is your first opportunity to catch readers and hold them fast. For this reason I recommend avoiding the "post-action summary" provided by the two large block paragraphs. Bringing the readers in *after* the superhero/vigilante saves the girl from attackers--and summing up the event in a sentence or two of character thoughts--is robbing the reader of an exciting action sequence that would make a much stronger opening.

Watch out for shifting tenses

"She had never seen...but would never let..."
"So she works every night..."
"However, something amazing had happened to her."

Too much "what" and not enough "who"

The readers are given the "what" of the victim/thugs/savior encounter, and are then thrown right into Tara's 180-degree turn from *ho-hum --> relationship* to *drools --> Willow*

But we know practically nothing about this story's character of Tara. There's so much more I want to know. What was she doing before she was attacked? Where was she when it happened? How scared was she? How did she handle herself during the encounter? Who is she?

The shift from Tara's prior lack of relationship thoughts to suddenly being drawn to this woman loses much of its punch because we know so little about the character at this point. Getting a glimpse into Tara's thoughts pre-attack, during-attack, and post-attack might round the transition out more fully.

Willow's introduction is less jarring. Some interesting questions arise about the character. What is her inner pain? How is she so fearless of death? That's good.

Again, though, the sudden shift of perspective from *pained, stoic Willow* to *Tarasmitten, pain-eased Willow* doesn't make a deep impression, when we've yet to "feel" Willow's character pre-meeting.

Unknown direction

"This is just the prologue and I have no idea where it is headed just yet, but I'm hoping it evolves into something great."

Starting a thread on the Beta board might be useful. Hanging out in the Kitten Chat can be a good resource, as well; traffic in there has picked up a bit, and you might be able to find other authors to bounce ideas off of.

So there we go. I hope this wasn't offputting. ^_^ The writing is technically sound, and the premise is interesting (my mind goes right away to Chris' Shadows). I love AU/uber fics.

*peace*

~ Megan

[tacoda13]

Great start.

[Willowtree252]

Hello and welcome Great , Great keep going and get kenny off her ass to add to hers I am so glad you make my dear friend so happy Tex

[willow_tara_always]

more mor more

[fhiwda]

• Title - Heart and Soul
• Author name – Erika Lynn
• Email Address - mayo.is.evil@gmail. com
• Rating - PG...just for the word loins
• Disclaimer - I do not claim these characters. Their place of origin lies with the wonderful Joss Wheden.
• Feedback- Always
• Summary- Of course it's about the lovelies, Willow and Tara, but this does not have anything to do with the show itself.
• Notes- A big THANK YOU to Amanda for being my beta...

Chapter one

Tara awoke to her alarm clock at 6 am. “It’s Friday already?” she said quietly to herself. She had an amazing teaching job working with kids at a small, country elementary school. She taught music and loved seeing the children learn and grow with their musical talent. Their ages ranged from 5 to 13. The school system was very small. Kindergarten through sixth grade was placed in the elementary school and seventh through twelfth grade was in the high school. She had different grades on different days. Mondays were kindergarten and first grade. The kindergarteners always amazed Tara. They are so young, but they catch on so quickly. Memorization never seems to be a problem with lyrics and by the end of the school year; the kindergarten class can always remember the song from the first day. With them she usually stuck to songs about shapes, colors, and other educational things that they can take with them to the classroom. Her first graders were taught songs about spelling and simple math. They seemed to pick up on the learning process of the songs, but still enjoyed them. She loved seeing their smiling faces as they came up with dances to the songs. Tuesdays were for the second and third graders. The second graders learned about dinosaurs and history. Tara always strived to teach the children things that could help them in the classroom. Third grade classes worked on multiplication tables and grammar. They always worked hard to memorize the songs so they would do well on their tests. Fourth graders came in on Wednesdays. Tara loved to teach the fourth graders songs about the states and their capitals. She loved to hold competitions with them to see who remember the most capitals and how could name them off fastest. Their competitive nature had their minds growing quickly. Fifth graders came on Thursdays. With the fifth graders, Tara worked hard teaching them real music. She loved to teach them notes and keys and how to read some sheet music and follow along. Towards the end of the school year, she would bring in guitars and work on teaching a few notes to the students and a short song. Fridays were reserved for her rambunctious sixth grade class. She knew she shouldn’t show favoritism, but the sixth grade class was her favorite. She had been teaching at the elementary school for 2 years prior to this year, and she had worked with these sixth graders both of those years. She had watched them grow and expand in their learning. She worked farther on teaching them music and instruments. This was the year the Junior High band director would come over and have students audition on different instruments to see if they make it into his 7th grade band class. She hadn’t seen too many interested students in her past couple of years of teaching, but this year it seemed every single one of her 6th graders wanted to be in the band.

So today was the day with her favorites. She rolled over and sat up. Uncovering and swinging her legs over the side of her bed, she cringed when her feet hit the cold wooden floor. She jerked them back up as a reflex. She put them back down gently and proceeded to slowly stand and stretch her arms out. With a sigh she lowered her arms and started stripping the t-shirt and pink pajama pants as she made her way to the bathroom for her shower. She turned the water on to let it warm up. As she was inspecting her reflection in the mirror, she signed again thinking that she wished her hips could be smaller, but unfortunately she inherited her mother’s wide hip bones. “How would Brian ask me out when I have hips like this,” was her next thought. That thought reminded her of the thing she was dreading about the day. Her date tonight. She didn’t know why she hated going on dates. After all, she had never dated a jerk or anyone horrible. All of the men have been nice and great guys, but she was just never really interested in anything more than friendship with any of them. As she showered, she pondered about why she just could open herself up to anyone. She was trying, but nothing ever developed. “Maybe things will be different. He is great with his class and always seems to make me laugh.” Brian taught one of her sixth grade classes, and he was brilliant with the kids. They always loved going back to his class and always talked about how much fun they had with him. They learned so much while having fun. It really was amazing, but Tara just did not want to go out on this date. She had a horrible feeling about it.

Once she was showered and dressed in her favorite black skirt that hung just above the knees and her favorite blue blouse that buttoned up the front, she dried her hair and straightened it. She was now ready for her day at school and her date later that night. She didn’t want to have to come back home to change before because she had a lot of work to grade after school. She grabbed her bag and keys and headed out the door. Locking it behind her she set off to her gorgeous blue Audi to make the short 10-minute drive to the school.

Once she arrived she walked to her classroom and unlocked the door. She still had about 20 minutes until her first class would come in. She took this time to set up the brass instruments. Today she was going to try to teach them basics to playing the trumpet, French horn, and trombone. She was very excited because the trumpet was her specialty. There were about 15 students in each class and she had five of each instrument borrowed from the high school so each student would get to play at the same time.

Around 8:20 her first class came in and their eyes lit up when they saw the instruments. They seemed just as excited as Tara. They each sat Indian style on their spots on the floor in a big circle. There was usually a lot of dancing and moving around her room so she put all of the chairs and desks in the storage room. “What instrument would each of you like to start off playing today?” The kids went crazy. Each one changing his or her mind trying to figure out which one they wanted to try first. “Okay…OKAY! Here is what we will do. We will count off in threes. Ones will be trumpets, twos will be French horns, and threes will be trombones. We will take turns with the instruments so that everyone gets a chance with all three.” As they were going around and counting off she handed each of them a mouthpiece for their instrument. After they were assembled in their groups, she began the lesson. “Now before I give you the instruments I want to teach you the proper way to blow into this kind of mouth piece. It is completely different from the clarinet and flute that you learned last Friday.” She showed them the way to buzz their lips. Then each student buzzed their lips and while they were buzzing they put the mouthpiece to their lips to make a soft sound come out of the mouthpiece. A few students giggled saying it tickled. Once they all had it done she passed out the instruments and showed each group the proper way to hold the instrument. After a few moments of buzzing and making sounds come out of the instrument they had to rotate due to the short time frame she had them in class. Since each mouthpiece was a different size each time they rotated she began with just the mouth again and followed her former routine. By the end of the lesson, each student had tried all of the instruments and was reluctant to go back to their normal class.

Each class came and went through the same things as the first, but there was a difference with one class. Brian’s class was ready to go back to their room and their beloved teacher, but at that point, they left music class to go to lunch that was followed by recess. Tara took this time to go to the teacher’s lounge to eat the lunch that she stopped and grabbed on the way to work. As she pulled her sandwich from Subway from the fridge, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She knew who it was before she turned around so she put a big smile on her face to hide her disappointment. “Brian! Hey! How are you doing today?” was what Tara said as she turned to face him. Brian was actually very handsome. He fell into the tall, dark and handsome category, but for some reason that she couldn’t figure out, Tara just was not attracted to him. “Things are going well! Are you looking forward to tonight? I am. I was thinking blah blah blah blah…” Tara stopped listening and just continued smiling, nodding, and giggling every time he chuckled. She just kept trying to figure out why she was not attracted to this seemingly amazing man. “So I will be at your place to get you around 7? The movie starts at 7:30 and the theater is just a few blocks from your place so I figured we could walk there and possibly go out for a drink afterward if we’re not too tired.” She heard this line out of the ramble spewing from the nervous man. “Sure sounds good!” was her reply. Then she realized that she was planning on grading at the school. “Oh well, I guess I can take them home and grade them over the weekend.”

After her somewhat awkward lunch with Brian, she returned to her classroom and set things up for her next class. As she was setting up, she kept going mulling over the upcoming night in her head. Why was she so nervous and terrified about tonight? She knew she would be bored with Brian, but something else was bothering her. She didn’t know quite what it was, but it also intrigued her. She knew something horrible was going to happen, but something good was going to happen too. Her students were coming in now so she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind.

At the end of the day Tara grabbed all of the sheets of music her fifth graders had been working on. They were currently working on taking the written song notes (such as B flat and G) and putting them onto sheets of paper on the correct staff line. Her next lesson would be to have them split them up into quarter notes and eighth notes and so on. They were learning fast and she was very proud.

Her entire ride home, the only thing on her mind was her students. How amazing they had done that day and what amazing things they will grow up to do were the thoughts going through her head. As she unlocked her door and set up at the table to begin grading, she remembered her plans for that night. He would be there at 7 and it was 4 now. She decided she would grade for about an hour and half then make herself something to eat because she really didn’t want to go out on an empty stomach and end up getting grouchy with Brian.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes she looked at the clock and saw that it was already 6:30. “Shit! I guess I’ll just make myself a quick salad.” She prepared her salad and ate it quickly while watching some of the evening news. There were numerous stories about muggings and people getting hurt, just like any other night, but tonight the majority of the stories concluded with the bad guys getting caught due to acts of random kindness by a red headed woman that no one could really describe other than just that…she had red hair and was a woman. Those stories made Tara’s heart pound. She didn’t know why, but those stories made her even more nervous. Who was this woman and why was Tara all of the sudden even more nervous upon hearing about her?

~Buzz~ “That must be Brian.” She quickly hit the speaker button to make sure it was him and then buzzed him up. She quickly put her plate and fork in the dishwasher and went to get her purse. She met Brian at the top of the stairs. A big smile spread across his face. “You look beautiful!” “This is exactly how I looked at the school today, Brian,” was Tara’s reply. “And I thought you looked beautiful then as well!” Tara chuckled and moved past Brian to lead the way out of the apartment building. They step out into the setting sunlight and began the walk to the theater. They made small talk about work and their students. When they got there, to Tara’s surprise, Brian got tickets to the new Transformers movie. She had secretly wanted to see it, but most guys went for chick flick tickets they thought Tara would like to see. She was a closet action film fan.

When they exited the movie, Tara had a big smile on her face. It was an amazing film and Brian must have been just as lost in the movie as Tara because he didn’t try to cuddle up or hold her hand or even touch her in any way. Which was seemed weird to Tara, but she just figured he was being polite. On their way back she was going on and on about the movie, but he was being kind of quiet. “Oh my goodness! And the part in the Library was AH!” Tara let out a small yelp as Brian pulled her into a dark alley and shoved her against a wall. He pinned her there and kissed her harshly. “Brian get…off…of me!” Tara was struggling with him trying to push him away. He had his weight pressed against her and was using one hand to hold her arms up above her head and was reaching up her skirt with the other. “Brian get the FUCK OFF ME!” The next thing she knew Brian’s weight was off of her and she slumped to the ground. She saw Brian’s body lying on the ground across the alley from her. When she looked around to see what had gotten him off of her, all she saw was green. She was lost in a pool of excellent green. This green was perfect and epic in a way. It contained so much pain and sadness, yet so much care and love. She made her eyes travel from those perfect eyes to the gorgeous red hair and down the perfect body of her hero. “Who are you?”

[writerfreak]

So um, still gonna pretend to be mad at you for the thanking. Loving that you wrote the cliffhanger. Keep your audience coming back, like a tv show. Possibly the one the characters came from hehehe. Totally didn't see half of it coming before I read it, Willow the unknown hero. Very much wowed me with that one. Almost makes me like her as much as Tara. Almost.

Amanda

By the way: to all the kittens out there, you should wish this beautiful woman a happy belated birthday. 22!!! (I'm so evil!)

[fhiwda]

YOU ARE EVIL!!!! My birthday isn't huge...I just celebrate all of the amazing people in my life...because they make me happy I was born.

[MelCar19]

Happy belated birthday Erika! ^^ Oh and great chapter ^^

[writerfreak]

We should be celebrating having the amazing you in our lives and thank our lucky stars that you're there. Ergo, the reason for the birthday comments. These kittens should be so lucky to know you. Lucky I say!!! And you like my evilness.

Amanda

[DaddyCatALSO]

Way to go, Wil!!! Not liking this Brian character; and unfortuantely for him he seems the type that doesn't take a hint when it punches them in the face.

Reminded of my own school days . Band for us statred in 5th grade (no marchign band until 7th, tho) so in 4th Grade, for the first part of the year, the band director took over one of our 2 or 3 music classes of the week and tried to teach us to play on Tonettes. If you got a "Satisfactory" youw ere allowed to try out for band. I got an "Unsatisfactory." Not that it would've mattered since I wasn't much for extracurriculars.

Is Willow standign in for an existing superhero from comics or film, or is this an original setting?

[fhiwda]

• Title - Heart and Soul
• Author name – Erika Lynn
• Email Address - mayo.is.evil@gmail. com
• Rating - PG...for violence and language
• Disclaimer - I do not claim these characters. Their place of origin lies with the wonderful Joss Wheden.
• Feedback- Always
• Summary- Of course it's about the lovelies, Willow and Tara, but this does not have anything to do with the show itself.
• Notes- A big THANK YOU to Amanda for being my beta...

Chapter 2

Willow was running like hell. Her heart was pounding. Tears were streaming down her face and her legs were beginning to ache. All she wanted to do was stop and let herself break down, but she knew that she had to keep running. Her brain was forcing her legs to keep going. She had to get as far away as possible and then she had to find help. “Who do I go to? Who can help me?” were the thoughts going through her head. As she was running, she looked around. The same things kept going by her as if she was running in circles, but she was running down the alley. She could see the street up ahead with people rushing by, but she wasn’t getting any closer. She was determined to get to the people…to the adults…to find help when all of the sudden he jumped out from behind the dumpster….

With a jolt Willow woke from her nightmare. Tears were still running down her face and sweat matted her body. She looked at the clock to see that it was 5:55pm. It was earlier than she was planning on waking, but it will do. Getting up and living in her pain filled world was far better than going through that nightmare again. She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her arms fell down to her lap and her back was hunched over with her head hanging down as if defeated by something. With a deep breath she lifted her head and slowly moved her legs to the side of the bed. Her feet touched the carpet and she stood with confidence. She then began her morning stretches. Willow concentrated on her breathing as she first stretched her arms, then her legs and back. Seeing how she slept naked, Willow had no clothes to shed as she walked towards the bathroom to get a shower. Since her eyes were light sensitive, she then lit candles in the bathroom and started running the warm water. She glanced over at her reflection. She didn’t really see anything…just a mirror with a stranger looking back at her. She hardly ever looked in the mirror for the simple fact that she hated herself and didn’t want to look at that person. She stepped into the shower and pulled the shower curtain closed. After standing under the water for a few minutes, she began shampooing her hair and then washing and shaving her body. She shaved as much of it as possible because not only did body hair gross her out but every time she shaved she hoped for a cut or two just to weaken her mental pain a little. With a twist to the knobs on the shower, the water turned off, and Willow stepped out and grabbed her towel. Wrapping it around her body she made her way back into the bedroom to get dressed and begin her work.

Decked out in her black leather pants, black shirt, and black leather coat, Willow sat at the computer desk searching online. She began every night looking for the most popular areas for crime. She would try her hardest to keep innocent, happy people just that way. Innocent and happy. She was waiting for her life to be over. All she wanted was for her pain to end, but had made a promise to not make that end come sooner than needed. So Willow decided that since she can’t be happy, then she would protect the happiness of others. She used her unique fighting skills to keep horrible people away from those who do not deserve those horrible things that could be done. Night after night she fought for justice. The town she was in before finally started doing things themselves so it was time for her to move on to somewhere else. Her research led her to a big city, but not just any big city…but her hometown. A place she left when she was young…she had decided that it was time to face her real fears.

Tonight her research showed that the area known as “White City” was where she would be headed due to the crime rate skyrocketing within the last week. The area went from practically no crime to an average of 3 incidents a night. It was time for her to step in. With a heavy sigh, she stood with purpose. She blew out all of the candles, shut down her computer, and walked to the window. She opened it wide and stepped out onto the ledge. After closing the window, she began the climb up to the roof. She hated being seen by people. Since a few people had seen her saving them and said something to the media, people keep trying to spot her. They won’t leave her alone to do her work so Willow has resigned to the rooftops of the many buildings in the city.

Her eyes were constantly scanning the alleyways beneath her as she jumped from building to building. She spotted a few homeless people setting up for bed and a few drug deals going on, but she never wasted her time with those. “If they want to get high, it’s not my problem, but if they try to hurt someone in the process, I’ll be there to teach them.” She thought.

Then suddenly she heard a small yelp up ahead. She wasn’t quite to White City yet, but something seemed wrong. She started to run faster. As she neared a ledge she spotted Blonde hair that was shining in the moonlight. A woman was trapped against a wall. Willow started climbing down the fire escape to get closer. As she neared the bottom she heard the woman scream, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” With that Willow rushed over. She grabbed the man and threw him across the alley with amazing strength. She turned back to make sure the victim was ok when her breath suddenly caught. Willow was looking into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. She watched as the pain disappeared and was replaced with something else. She couldn’t quite tell what that was, but she liked it. She was lost in those eyes when the woman’s musical voice asked, “Who are you?”

[fhiwda]

DaddyCatALSO- Willow is a mixture of several different characters. She is growing and evolving even to me as I write more.

MelCar19- Thank you for birthday wishes...sorry it took me so long to say thank you.

Writerfreak- You're dork...but at least you're good at it

[writerfreak]

I am a dork, and a geek, and a whole bunch of other things but that's why ya love me. I doubt we could be friends if we both weren't tons of these things it would make no sense. You know I like the update but I'll say it again anyway: Great update.

writerfreak

[taysla]

Great Upgrate.

More More More...

[fhiwda]

Taysia- here's your more...sorry it's short and only one More instead of more more more...

Writerfreak- You're a good friend...the end.



• Title - Heart and Soul
• Author name – Erika Lynn
• Email Address - mayo.is.evil@gmail. com
• Rating - PG...for violence and language
• Disclaimer - I do not claim these characters. Their place of origin lies with the wonderful Joss Wheden.
• Feedback- Always
• Summary- Of course it's about the lovelies, Willow and Tara, but this does not have anything to do with the show itself.
• Notes- A big THANK YOU to Amanda for being my beta...

Chapter 3

Before she had a chance to answer, Willow heard laughing behind her. She spun around placing herself between the approaching voices and the beautiful woman behind her.

“Brian, it seems you got yourself into more than you can handle.” The smaller of the two approaching made that comment. He seemed to stand around 5 foot 6 inches or so and was very skinny. The dirt on his black leather coat and jeans made him look like a homeless man. That’s when it hit Willow, this was one of the men from a drug deal she saw a few streets down. His sneakers were even held together with duct tape.

“Larry, give the man a break. He never could handle more than one woman at a time.” This man, the larger of the two, seemed to be well over 6 feet and the exact opposite of the man next to him. He wore a black suit with a black tie. His black shiny shoes sparkled in the moon light. His eyes even seemed black.

As Brian stood up, brushing himself off, he said, “So Charles you received my text about where to meet tonight. It would’ve been nice if you would’ve given me a warning about this bitch coming up behind me.”

Charles then said, “But then I wouldn’t have seen the wonderful entertaining look on your face as you went flying back.”

Willow stood like a statue through this whole scene. Letting the men talk. Waiting for them to say something to really send her into a rage. Tara sat behind her oblivious to the men. Her concentration was on the finely tuned ass of the woman in front of her, until she heard the little man’s voice turn incredibly dark.

“You found us some hot ladies here. I want them to squirm and scream while I have my way with them. I want to fuck them so hard then let them go live with the others…in the river.”

“Now Larry, we would much rather take them while they are unconscious so unnecessary attention is not drawn our way by their screams of ecstasy,” Charles chimed in.

Willow felt her blood boil and without any warning Charles’ face caught a series of fists and his groin caught a knee. He double over. Willow took advantage of the situation and knocked him out cold with a hit to the back of the head. This happened within seconds. When they finally realized what had happen, Brian and Larry ran at Willow. She jumped into the air with amazing strength and height. Her feet connected with their faces. Larry stumbled back with a broken nose and Brian spit out a couple teeth. Before they would react Willow swing her body onto her hands and launch her body at Brian wrapping her legs around his neck. She begin squeezing with her muscular thighs just as she noticed Larry start to run. She pulled a tranquilizer gun out of her waste band and shot him in the back. Brian’s body went limp from lack oxygen to his brain at the same time Larry’s body hit the ground.
Tara, finally released from the shocking grip fear held on her, ran to the red head and wrapped her arms around Willow’s neck. “Thank you so much,” is what Willow heard as she started to wrap her arms around Tara’s waist. Willow pulled back before she could actually embrace the blonde. She pulled a gun loaded with a grappling hook from her belt and shot it up towards the sky. Next thing Tara knew, her green eyed savior was gone…lost in the moon.

Tara instantly ran to the street while dialing the number for the police. Once she was safely on the sidewalk with groups of people she sighed and began explaining to the man on the other end of the phone what had happened.

[love_2003]

Interesting start so far. Looking forward to reading more.

[Mrs. Pineapple]

Yep, this is quickly becoming more and more interesting. Can't wait for more!

[willow_tara_always]

wow, great update. Im very entrigued as to what willow is. I wonder how they will meet again [/quote]

[taysla]

Oww God...

I love the upgrate..

I can't wait for the next chapter...

[writerfreak]

Its not as short as some others updates are when pressed for time, and its a good scene. Great scene in my opinion.

writerfreak : flower

[taysla]

Erika Lynn where are you girl?

I still waiting in here.

More then 1 month and no update.

You want to kill me... if you want that, don't need do anything more, because I'm near dead now.

I don't like wait.

Pleaseeeeeeeee update again. I need that.

[fhiwda]

Taysla- I'm working on the update...it's still going to be a little bit. I'm having a bit of writer's block. And... I forgot that I put Erika Lynn as the Author's name and I was sitting here trying to figure out how you knew my middle name. Haha...

writerfreak- thank you ma'am...i need help with the next part.

willow_tara_always- I'm trying to elaborate more on the Willow Character in the next part.

Mrs. Pineapple- I believe the next part will be the most intriguing

love_2003- thank you for the feedback.

Hopefully the next chapter will be up within the next couple of weeks

[taysla]

Awww.

Where is the update??????

Erika or fhiwda.. hmm? What I call you??

Anyway where is my update.. Even if is just a short update I need that.

I'm having a bit of writer's block. And...

You know what... I'm having a lot of work's block without this update.. How can I design anything, if I'm worry about this update..

Pleaseeee...

[fhiwda]

Guess what?! I wrote the update...it's short and being proof-read right now. Once I get the feed back and correct the errors and possibly add to it with some ideas from Beta Tester...hehe...it will be on here...so hopefully later today! xoxo

[taysla]

Awwwwwww, you are back.


So you want feed back... here I am..

I need update now...

PLEASE..

[fhiwda]

Sorry that I lied yesterday. I tried my hardest to stay awake until my "Beta" got home from work, but it just didn't work out. lol. I wanted to hold off on this and expand it more, but I don't think that will happen for awhile. I hope it isn't too sucky for you.

• Title - Heart and Soul
• Author name – Erika Lynn
• Email Address - mayo.is.evil@gmail. com
• Rating - PG...for violence and language
• Disclaimer - I do not claim these characters. Their place of origin lies with the wonderful Joss Wheden.
• Feedback- Always
• Summary- Of course it's about the lovelies, Willow and Tara, but this does not have anything to do with the show itself.
• Notes- A big THANK YOU to Amanda for being my beta... You rock my socks off, chicka

Flashback Italicized

Chapter 4

She was perched at her post trying to make her eyes scan the streets and alleys for innocents; however, Willow could not focus. All her mind could wonder to was those blue eyes. The eyes seemed to break right through her defenses and look directly at her soul. As a tear trickled down her cheek, show wiped at it with her hand. She then sat looking at the moisture on her hand with a puzzled expression on her face. Sure, she lived with so much pain in her heart, but she couldn’t remember the last time she cried or allowed just one tear to escape. While looking at the salty substance on her hand, her mind flashed back to the moment that started all of her suffering.


“Willow, sweetie, please stay next to us. We don’t want to lose you!” Willow heard her mother and father yelling after her as she darted around people at the parade. She was only six years-old and loved to run when she was excited. What six year-old girl wouldn’t be excited with a parade that had Rainbow Brite in it?! She was even wearing her “Spark” T-shirt with her rainbow colored shorts. Sure it clashed with her red hair, but at six, who cared. Willow just wanted to be closer. Just wanted to be able to see her up close! There was a line of people in the front that she couldn’t see past. Willow just started shoving as hard as she could at their legs. They finally broke free and Willow stumbled out right in front of a big float carrying Murky, Lurky, the Evil Princess, and the rest of the villains! Willow was frozen to the spot and just started screaming as loud as she could. Suddenly she was pulled to the side. A weird smelling man carried her to the back of the crowd towards the entrance to an alley. Willow leaned back and looked at the man’s face. He seemed like a nice guy, but something about him made Willow more terrified of him then all the villains that were on that float. “WILLOW!” She heard her mother call as she rushed over and grabbed her from the man. “Thank you so much, sir. You saved my baby from being hit by that float!” “Yeah, We owe you big time.” Her parents made these exclamations to the man. The whole time fussing over Willow and making sure she was ok, they were following the man just thanking him, not realizing that they were being lead towards a darker part of the alley. The man suddenly spoke in a low, cynical voice. “I was hoping the girl would have some grateful parents. See I’m running a few…experiments at my lab, and I need some test subjects. I thought maybe just maybe you wouldn’t mind helping me out? After all, I did save the love of your life.”


That was when it all began. When her parents took that man’s offer, they started changing. Soon they were unrecognizable. They were sickly skinny and pale. They became mean and ruthless always making sure Willow knew that it was her fault that this was happening to them. They sneered at her and yelling at her constantly. Many times they made sure to point out how much they hated her. Then came the day that the testing took their lives.

Willow was sixteen years-old. The man came to the house with every intention of taking her back with him to complete the testing. He wanted to know what would really happen to a happy family if drugs were thrown into the mix. This man was heartless. He didn’t care what happened to his subjects. What he really wanted was to learn and grow from his testing. It took the subjects ten years to die. It was the happiest ten years of his life. Adam was in love with making people suffer just to learn from them. He approached the house with a huge smile on his face. So excited to see this girl again. Maybe even talk her into coming into have a few tests ran. There was a loud “BOOM” and suddenly nothing. The man that was Adam was obliterated. The police arrived to find pieces of human flesh and body limbs scattered through out the yard. The front door and part of the front of the house was gone. The young lady who lived there was missing. Where could she have gone?



Willow recalled that day and smiled. She had read about bombs online and new plenty about electronics to make a good bomb that she could detonate from a distance. After she watched that blow, she took off. She stole a neighbor’s car, changed the plates and was a few states away before anyone could notice. Since then, anyone that tried to get close to Willow ended up horrible hurt or dead. She decided quite a long time ago that there was just no use in hurting anyone else by allowing them into her heart.

So, as she perched at her post she decided to push those blue eyes to the back of her mind and never allow her thoughts to go there again. This woman was so innocent and seemed so loving. The world should not be without her, and it wasn’t Willow’s place to condemn her just because Willow herself wanted to feel loved. “I’ll feel loved once I’m dead.”

[angieb86]

Dibs!

Awesome update!

I love that Willow built a bomb and blew up that bastard. . .

Great update, and I can't wait for more!!

~Angela