Author: Taralover
Disclaimer: I'm just having fun, not making money or claiming ownership of any carecters in this fic.
Rating:PG 13 for this chapter.
Spoilers: None that I know of
Summary: Can Willow keep Tara safe from the Slayer?
Feedback: I love it. And thank you for all the feedback I've allready had.
AmberGoddess , Buffy is even nastier then you thought she was but Willow will keep her safe.
Laragh , the
will need to wait a little, Tara is feeling really scared.
Zampsa1975 Buffy is a bitch in this fic with a capital B.
love_2003 , here is a new bit for you.
DaddyCatALSO Sarah/Amber, I would love to write a fic like that, but the mods would justifyably be angry if I posted it here, so you'll just have to make do with this fic.
ashcrash71590 Buffy is nasty in this fic.
Chapter 3-I'll keep you safe.
Willow woke up when she heard Tara scream, and jumped out of bed. The two almost collided with each other in the doorway of the spare room. “Tara, don’t worry, I’m here to help you. I saved you from Buffy because I didn’t like the way she was treating you. You can go if you like, I’m not trying to keep you here, but if you have nowhere to go, you can stay here until you work something out. I’m Willow, by the way.” As she spoke she looked into Tara’s eyes.
Deep blue eyes, blonde hair, this girl is a real beauty. I hope she chooses to stay with me. Sunnydale is a really bad place to be homeless.
Tara looked deep into Willow’s eyes.
Sea green eyes, red hair, and she risked breaking into Buffy’s house just to rescue me. She is beautiful both inside and out. If I don’t stay with her, where am I going to go? I’m not going home, that’s for sure. I have no home, no job, this town has the undead walking around every night, and I really don’t want Buffy to catch me again.
“Thank you, Willow. I have nowhere to go. I ran away from my family, after my father hit me once too often. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father has blamed me for it my whole life. So I left him with only the clothes I wore and a fistful of dollars and rode the rails to Sunnydale. Not long afterwards I was trying to sleep in a shop doorway when I met a vampire face to face. He grabbed my by my neck like my father used to do when I didn’t obey him, picked me up off the ground, and then his fangs came out.”
“Which was when he turned into a cloud of dust that had me coughing and spitting and that was when I met Buffy, a stake in her hand. She looked me up and down and told me that I could either come home with her, or become food for the next vampire that found me.”
Willow noticed that Tara was shuddering with fear and disgust at the memory.
***
The golden haired girl glared at her as if she was a piece of dog muck on her shoe. “I’m Buffy, the chosen one, the Vampire Slayer, which means I get to spend my nights when I should be asleep or watching TV patrolling the streets finding, fighting and killing vampires like the one that nearly made you into his supper. What’s your name? Where do you live? I’ll escort you home.”
“I’m Tara. Tara Maclay. I don’t live here, I don’t have a home.”
Buffy snorted. “The homeless don’t last long in this town, the vampires make sure of it. Perhaps the only good thing about having vamps around. The fewer ugly, filthy, lazy, criminal, often drug addled beggars there are the better. If the vampires would agree only to attack them, I would leave them alone, as I do whenever I see a vampire eating someone who I judge not to be worth rescuing. Unfortunately the vampires often go after the better sort of people, which is where I come in. Do you want to spend the night with me or risk ending up dead and drained of blood? Hurry up, I haven’t got all night.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“Good girl.” Buffy took Tara’s hand in a grip of iron and took her along to her house.
Once they were inside, she asked, “Are you a lesbian?”
“I, er, yes, but why did you ask me that?” Tara asked, blushing scarlet.
“Good. So am I, and you can be my girlfriend. Your new name when we’re in private is Faith Lehane, you can use your own in public.”
“Buffy, I’m Tara, not Faith. And just because I’m a lesbian, it does not mean I want to be your girlfriend.”
Buffy’s answer was a slap on the face that was almost hard enough to draw blood. “You can do things easy, or you can do things rough, and when I’m rough I can make Ike Turner seem like a nice caring person.” She grabbed Tara by her lapels and ripped her clothes right off her body with a few strong pulls until Tara was standing in her bra, panties and socks, blushing deeply and trying to cover herself.
Then she threw her some tights, a miniskirt, a thin blue silk shirt and a black leather jacket. “Faith, you can start by dressing the part. Get dressed quickly, or I’ll start thinking that you want me to make love to you.”
This skirt, if it was any shorter it would be legally indecent. At least the jacket helps cover it up Tara thought, as Buffy looked her up and down.
“Sexy.” Buffy said, and ran her hands down Tara’s body, over her breasts and nipples and then tried to grope her between the legs. Tara squeezed her legs shut as hard as she could, knowing that if Buffy wanted to she could pull them open with ease. The thought
She’s going to rape me.
went through her head over and over again.
“Please…please don’t. Don’t let my very first time be a rape, please leave me alone…”
Buffy planted a long warm kiss on her lips and forehead and let her go without molesting her any further. “You’re lucky, as I’m not feeling horny right now. Now I want you to take an Ambien so I can put you to bed in the cellar and go and patrol. It’s that or I bind and gag you, which will be very painful when you get cramp after a few hours.”
*****
“She kept me in that cold cellar for three days straight, drugging me at night, locking me in by day, kissing me and groping me whenever she felt like it. I would rather have been back at home; at least my father only beat me and never touched me sexually. I feel so dirty….”and here Tara started crying softly whilst Willow gave her a hug. Tara flinched at the contact and Willow let go at once and backed away.
“Did she…?”
“No, she never went all the way and raped me,thank the Goddess, but I had to beg her not to every evening. If you had not rescued me, I don’t like to think of what she would have done.”
How could Buffy be so evil, so heartless, as to treat this beautiful sweet girl like that? Willow thought, as she saw the fear and pain in Tara’s eyes.
“A bath. You need a bath, a nice hot one. And you can wear some of my clothes and stay with me until you feel safe to leave. And don’t worry; I’ll keep you safe no matter what.”
Just then Willow’s phone rang.
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