I'm sorry for such a long wait for an update on this story. But I finally found my muse again and hopefully you all like it. I would really appreciate feedback, both good and bad. I know it's been nearly a year but hopefully this chapter flows in smoothly with the last few. If not, let me know and I'll try to fix it. Thanks! 
Chapter 28
Here We Go Again
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Here eyes shot open wide as her head snapped backwards, the muscles in her neck straining to move. Her jaw shook uncontrollably as her mouth formed an agonizing “O” shape and deep ragged gasps of breath desperately struggled to find their way out of her clenching throat.
“Tara,” She wheezed out, her eyes struggling to stay open as her heart pounded rapidly in her chest. “He-el-elp…”
“Oh god Willow!” Tara shouted out, her body shaking atop that of the smaller women, her eyes fluttering close slowly. “Oh Will, that was …,” Reopening her eyelids, her words slowly faded along with her post coital glow as she took in the sight of the redheads painful expression. “Willow what’s wrong?” Tara gasped out in sheer panic, pushing herself quickly into a sitting position on the slimmer girls waist as her brain went into overdrive.
The slim hand that had previously been entwined in her flowing golden locks now laid listless atop the briskly rising and dipping stomach, the slight movement of the fingers subconsciously flexing into a clenched fist, perceiving the blonde to the level of pain the guitarist was in.
“Will, I’m getting the Nurse,” Tara said in a rush as she skillfully hoped off of the one person cot. “I-I’ll be r-right back!” With that she dashed out of the dimly lit room, the door left slightly ajar from her speedy retreat.
“Taar-” Willow tried to call out, her hand raising shakily at the blondes retreating back, but the lack of breath restrained her.
“I really didn’t expect to be seeing you so soon Willow,” said a cool steely voice as a figure emerged in black stepped into the darkened doorframe a moment latter.
“He-elp me!” Willow croaked out, a single tear sliding down her left check from here glistening green eyes.
“It’ll be over soon,” said the voice unseen figure, a hint of empathy lacing the voice.
“Wh-haa …?” Willow tried to say, her eyes rolling backwards into her head as her jaw clenched shut in agonizing pain, the blue veins in her neck popping out in stark contrast to her pail skin.
“You’re having another seizure,” the mystery person said. “It’ll be over soon.” With that said, the figure stepped fully into the room, showing of their dark visage to their own subconscious doppelganger. “Just try to relax.”
After another minute of agonizing pain, a unknown prickling warmth started to radiate throughout the veins in her body, soothing the convulsive shaking. “What the hell?” Willow asked out load as the muscles in her arms jerked three times in rapid secession before stopping all movement completely.
“It’s Valium,” her dark clone replied to the nameless question. “You should start feeling light and tingly very soon.” She said with a sleazy smile.
“No, that doesn’t make … where’s, … where’s Tara?” The redhead ask dazedly, her eyes roaming around the room.
“You still don’t understand do you?” The dark haired women sneered as she rushed the bed, her slim body gliding over her doppelgangers prone body with ease. Her dark, muscular, leather clad legs falling gracefully on either side of the redheads hips. “You’re with me again, sweetheart,” she said with a meneicing snarl, her arms landing roughly, one on each side of the guitarists ears, her face lowering to be nearly nose to nose with the ghostly white face beneath her. “And it won’t be as easy to leave as last time.”
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“Rick, I think I need my five iron,” said Adam as he repositioned another yellow golf ball on a patch of rolled out artificial grass.
“Here Adam,” Rick said joyfully as he handed over the shiny golf club and took away the one his colleague had previously been playing with.
“Ah, this should give me the power I need,” smiled the sadistic crony as he grasped the shaft of the club tightly, placing a sloppy kiss on the club head. “What should I aim for now?”
“What were you aiming for before?”
“Well, I was aiming for his crotch.” Adam said seriously as he took some practice swings. “But it’s such a tiny target.” On the final downswing, he connected forcefully with the small metal ball, sending it flying towards the man they previously chained upright to the wall.
Watching as the ball sailed the short distance across the deserted warehouse, Rick grimaced as the yellow golf ball impacted harshly with the semiconscious mans upper thigh. “Damn, that looked like it hurt,” he said with a snort, the years of persistent drinking causing his beer gut to wiggle up and down with his mirth.
Scooping another monogrammed ball out of the green basket that was placed off to the right of his swinging pad, he positioned it among the mat to his liking. Taking the three precautionary warm up swings, he lined his drive up with the man hanging limp by his wrist from the chains holding him in place. Dropping his gaze back down to the ball, he pivoted his body to the right, his left arm extended straight out across his body while his right arm bent at nearly a ninety degree angle. With all of his weight pushed into his right leg, he swung down hard, bringing the full extent of his body back into both legs and sending the tiny ball flying directly at his captured victim.
“GUAAAH!” Xander screamed in anguish as the soaring projectile impacted with his right kneecap, shattering the bone instantly.
“I said detain the boy,” snapped an angry, raspy voice from the entrance of the warehouse. “Not maim him to death.”
“Sorry boss,” Adam said half convincingly, his tone of voice showing no remorse what-so-ever. “Rick, get him down.”
“Oh, it looks like it’s your lucky break,” Rick hollered to the carpenter, as he approached the whimpering young man.
“Is this really the man Angel called about?” Rack inquired as he walked further into the warehouse. “He doesn’t look like he poses much of a threat to anyone.”
“This is him alright,” Adam said with a nod as he placed the golf club across his shoulders, hanging his forearms over the shaft. “Caught up with him outside the administrations office at his car.”
“And a nice swing of the crowbar to the head did wonders,” Rick piped in as he tapped his temple. “Dropped like a bag of bricks,” he chuckled as he looked down disdainfully at the whimpering man. “It was a piece of cake dragging him into our van and back here.”
“What did you do with his car?” Rack questioned as his untrustworthy eyes gazed upon his two henchmen.
“His car?” Adam asked back, a lump forming in his throat.
“Yes. His car!” Rack growled in anger, steam practically pouring out of his ears. “You just left it there?”
“Well, I … we, uh, … yeah.” Adam finished lamely, at a complete loss of words to say to his overly frustrated boss.
“Are you both completely fucking restarted!” Rack bellowed, his face growing redder by the second.
“What’s the big deal?” Rick questioned, shrugging his shoulders. “The cars parked in a parking lot.”
“The … the big deal,” Rack grumbled, eyes wide, as his right hand hefted up his wrinkled baby blue button down shirt. Removing the Glock-9 from the waist band of his Dockers, “the big deal is that, that car has been sitting there for roughly six hours now. Sooner or later his friends are going to come looking for him. And when they find his car at that little bitches school without him anywhere in sight red flags are going to get raised!” He yelled, the gun pointed at the henchmen who asked the unintelligent question.
“I can go get it,” Rick gulped, his hands raised in the air defensively. “We can go get it and bring it back here. Hide it from site.”
“Go get it,” Rack said menacingly, the gun still pointing at the over weight man. “And I don’t want any fuck ups.”
“No Sir,” Adam replied with a curt head nod. Jogging briskly to his jacket that was still hanging on the ajar door, he fished out the carpenters car keys from one of his pockets. “Let’s go Rick.”
“Oh and boys,” Rack called out sweetly, a sly smile plastered on his face. “While you’re out there, why don’t you send in Jenny.”
Not receiving a voiced reply, both men darted out of the warehouse in the direction of their parked multi colored, beat up, mini van.
“Well, Mr. Harris, it’s so nice to see you again.” Rack said with a cold, snake like smile.
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“Ah crap,” Spike grumbled as he pushed himself off of his sisters bed. Feeling his sister’s legs wiggle underneath him he automatically stated to apologize. “Geez, sorry Will, I kind of fell.”
Pushing her homework aside, Tara slowly started to get to her feet. “Hey Willow, how are you feeling?” Noticing the redheads eyes open and her head positioned upwards, she walked over to the bed, asking her old high school friend a teasing question with a wide smile spread on her face. “What? Not talking to me?” As she neared the edge of the bed, her eyebrows creased together as she took in the full sight of the prone girls slim body. “Willow? Will?!”
“Tara, what the hell is going on?” Spike asked perplexed, his eyes roaming anxiously over his younger sisters anguished face. “Did I hurt her? Is she alright?”
“S-she’s having a-a seizure,” Tara stammered as her hands automatically reached out to hold down the shaking girls body. “Spike, go get somebody! Hurry!”
“Right,” Spike replied quickly, pivoting from side to side for a few brief seconds in a moment of uncertainty. “A nurse. I need a nurse!” Finally finding his footing, he bolted out of the door in the direction of the receptionist desk.
“Will, hold on,” Tara cooed as she firmly held down the steadily shaking body. Her eyes tearing up as she watched her high school crush suffer from unspeakable torment. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, I … just hold on,” she hiccupped, a tear running quickly down her face to land on the redheads left cheek.
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I had the worst case of writers block while I was trying to cook up this chapter that I ended up pushing it to the side hoping that something would just come to me.. and it wasn’t until the other day that I was like "Ooh! I haven’t updated my stories on Pens in forever!" Hehehe… silly me and my forgetfulness...I'm hoping to make up for this though by having a few new chapters ready to go during these next few weeks.
just wanted to check!
I'm so glad that you enjoy the way the darkness is combined with my twisted sense of humor (I wasn't sure if anyone was actually catching it) and the emotional ties between the characters.
=)
Im soo happy. Now for my feedback.
I hope he can escape or at least not take to bad of a beating... here's hoping he beats both of their asses instead for the next chapter. 
Keep up the awesome work. Can't wait for more.