Wow...this one came out of nowhere...the troll just threw it on my desk just now...then sneezed...and went to curl up again....
have you ever seen a troll sneeze....sooooo unpretty....
cheers!
-chica
Chapter 155: The Trouble with Taras I really couldn't help it. After making the first Me...It struck me...HARD...the image of a whole brigade of Tara Maclays flouncing down the streets of Sunnydale.... A literal TIRADE of Taras...a whole MESS of ME’s...and I think that was where I started to giggle fiendishly. There's something just...inexplicably funny about flippantly making more Taras to satisfy some...itch… the Willows happen to have…" Uh...Blondie...you really shouldn't be cooking up more of you when you're..."
**Kablooey**
Okay…Too late.
Chapter 156: Who's Brilliant idea was this, anyhow?Laughter.
Honestly...it's really the last thing one expects when their coming to after a
traumatic dive into the mud while looking for your girlfriend.
Laughter...and then....
"She's coming around...look....her eyes are doing funny things..."
Then...More laughter....I'm thinking it could be at my expense...and damn it...I'm not all the way around yet.
I'm casually wading my way up to the surface of the REAL world...meandering about...
And they ARE laughing at you!"It's NOT funny..." I hear the dulcet voice of my lover say firmly...and a cool hand presses against my cheek...then my forehead...
Pulling me closer to the surface...now only a thin membrane of delusion separates me from the world where she is...
" She batting her eyelids like she's flirting at you in double-time..." An equally dulcet voice says and then snickers from somewhere else in the room...confusing me...because Tara is right here...stroking my face...and that was DEFINATELY her voice over there…SOMEWHERE NOT HERE...
And then she laughs again...and is joined by another laugh that sounds disturbingly familiar. A sort of geeky…"huh huh huh" that I used to try so hard to get rid of as I was growing up...
Okay...now you KNOW you must be dreaming...and this...this is the worst nightmare ever...because you know when you open your eyes that the room is going to filled with a whole throng of ME’s and Taras (though oddly you are a little intrigued by the thought of more Taras...even if just for a little while)So I open my eyes.
And all I see is a worried Tara gazing down at me...
Gazing down because...I'm in sort of a deep set...BOX...with squishy wet satin interior...sort of like a ...
...Like a....
" Geeeeeyehhhhhaaa!!!"
Every muscle in my body seems to contract at once...allowing me to spring from the COFFIN almost as though I had been ejected from it and propelled several feet into the air…almost cartoon-like.
Tara jumps back a few feet as I land as gracefully on my ass as the cold crypt floor would allow.
I'm up in a matter of interdimensional seconds...the kind of seconds that make reality seem a little bit slower than anything else in existence...
I bat at my clothing...and realize that patting and batting...are for fire...Rubbing, stripping or scalding water are for those occasional moments where you find yourself waking up in a receptacle for the dead and need to hastily disrobe.
Which...unconscious of my audience...I do.
I struggle my wet blouse off...and kick off my jeans...kind of disappointingly because I know that I will never be able to wear them again...and by gosh…i liked those jeans....They were Tara's favourite...she always told me that the view from behind was...
" Um...Red? You going to stop there? I mean...I paid for the whole show and the cover charge was pretty steep..." Spike drawls from his spot...leaning against a wall in the far corner.
Okay, Rosenberg...you're standing in the middle of a mausoleum in your Garfield Fridays in front of the last un-person you would EVER want to see you like this...
…what to do....what to do..."Will...?" Tara says standing a few feet in front of me...She grazes once over my current state of undress...seeming to be unable to say much else at the moment.
I think it's possible she might be questioning my sanity AND my motives right about now.
" Wow...I mean...really....WOW...." Tara says from the opposite direction...from BEHIND me...
" I second that." Another Tara says beside her...
" Hey...well...you know...I look just like that under all this...this clothing here..." I hear a familiar-sounding voice pipe in.
The terror I feel about turning around is not overpowered by my intense need to SEE this obvious freak show going on behind me for myself.
I spin around...
Okay...I'll tell you right now...once I got around...
The body stopped...sure...
But the head...
The head just wanted to keep on spinning.
TBC....
" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ
" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy
" Tremble!" - Gacknar
Edited by: wiccachica
at: 5/1/02 1:21:44 pm