Hey Kittens! *ducks from any incomming airborne objects*
Sorry about the length in time from the last update to this one...RL decided to hit me rudely in the butt, then dump lots on me and laugh as it watched. *ahem* Im not ranting..
I was gonna completely finish this Chapter (which is a loooooong one) before I posted it, but decided to break it up into two parts...Chapter 6a and Chapter 6b (i am so origninal). So, I present you with 6a, and soon (hopefully...im in the middle of exams) 6b *G*...6b will be fun....promise.
All disclaimers apply....I own nothing...'cept the bizarre world I've stuffed 'em in.Chapter 6a:Chapter 6:
"D-Dad?" Tara stuttered out.
"What?" Her fathers harsh tone stung her ears, and Tara tried not to wince. Sumining up her courage, Tara tried to continue.
"I-I'm going t-to go to b-bed early, if y-you dont n-need anything e-else; s-schools been t-tiring."
Damn the stutter, it always got so much worse when talking to Donny or her father. Which seemed to amuse Donny, and agrivate her father even more.
"I left a-a snack on the c-counter f-for you and D-Donny when h-he gets h-home." Tara held her breath, hoping that he would just accept it and let her go. He'd gotton home at five that afternoon, and had been drinking quite heavily scince, which could be good for her...or bad. He was reaching the point of passing out on the couch, which was leaning in the way of good. However, if he decided she was been insolent, it could easily go the other way.
Her father lazily lifted his gaze from the TV, and owlishly tried to focus on her.
"Get your ass to bed then," He slurred. Tara kept her gaze to the ground and her body in defensive posture-no need in annoying him by seeming to be too confident. "Lazy bitch." Tara heard him mutter under his breath.
He wasn't too bad tonight, there had been a bit of yelling before about dinner, but all in all, he was pretty mellow.
Seeing her father turn his attention back to the TV, Tara let out an inaudible sigh of relief. Tonight he was choosing to ignore her. Thank the goddess.
Backing out of the room, Tara walked to her small bedroom at the end of the hall. Closing the door gently behind her, she walked over to her closet and grabbed out a dark long sleeved top and pulled it over the sleeping singlet she wore. Pulling off her pyjama bottoms, Tara grabbed one of her only darkly coloured skirts and pulled the slightly flowing material on.
She hated these dark clothes. Her mother and her had always dressed in lighter colours; red, yellow, orange, green, purple, blue. All light shades-they had barely owned any darker ones. Her mother had always said that the brighter colours would brighten your day....dress how you want to feel, was what she said. Not that her mother judged people on their clothes...it was just a thing with her. Their flowing skirts and simple, colourful tops were something they both took a strange pride in.
Checking her outfit in the mirror, Tara decided she just had to have someting brighter then navy blue and black. Looking around her room, she saw her mothers red scarfe. Smiling slightly, Tara picked it up, running the fabric through her fingers.
Days of magic sessions out in the woods, of her mothers musical voice, of laughter tinkling around her, of blonde hair so like her own against the sharp red fabric ran rampant through her head.
Her small smile grew into a lazy grin as she remembered the magical days with her mother.
Blinking slightly to snap herself out of it, Tara wrapped the scarfe around her neck, loving the softness against her skin, and the smell of her mother that still seemed to linger on it. Deciding that the red would have to do, Tara lightly walked over to the window near her bed and reached to slide it open.
She paused. She was about to sneak out again. She hadn't snuck out for awhile. More for the fact that Tara was too terrified to then anything. But...she was sneaking out for legitimate reasons. She was about to go out and help fight forces of darkness...be a cool monster fighter.
A wry smile crossed her lips...that so wasn't why she was sneaking out.
She was sneaking out to see Willow.
If she was caught...there would be hell to pay. Sneaking out would bring a repeat of the last time she'd rebelled. There would be anger, fists, feet, voices...oh god, the anger in the voices. The cold malice. The telling her how she wasn't worth anything; that she was below everyone.
But no, she's above all this. Her mother told her a thousand times that she's special, that her Father and Brother didn't understand what they were doing...that she mustn't believe what they say.
But her mothers gone now...insn't that proof that maybe her mother may have been wrong? Maybe she is worthless...a dirty witch with no hope or purpose but to stay home and look after her family?
Nothing but a play thing for Donny in a rage, or a venting utensil for her drunk, angry Father?
She'd only just started to be trusted to walk home alone again.
Did she really want to risk everything just to see the redhead?
'Hell yes!'
Tara slid open the window, lifted a leg over the edge and pulled herself over. She was going to do something for herself. It may not be the smartest thing she's ever done-but it was the most right feeling thing.
Some one found her worthy to talk to...maybe her mother was right...
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Xander walked along the now empty, silent hallway of Sunnydale Highschool. Everyone else had gone home already. Lucky them. He could be at home right now, listening to country music. The music of pain. But noooo-he was at school. At 6:30 at night. Researching demons, of all things. About to join a librarian and two slayers who couldn't keep their hands off of each other in the library. To pretend to research when really all he was doing was eating doughnuts.
Mmmm...doughnuts.
Almost at the Library doors, Xander paused.
Xander reached to his left.
Xander closed his left hand around a door knob.
In one swift movemnt, Xander stepped back, tunrned the handle and pulled.
Xander stepped over two slayers who were entwined together, shock on both their faces, who had just landed with a heavy thud on the floor.
"Shouldn't you two be patrolling?"
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Willow walked into the empty kitchen, looking at the calender on the fridge. Checking the box that said 'Mum and Dad Come Home' in her mothers handwriting. Willow rolled her eye's-that was written for two and a half weeks ago.
Two weeks. Over two weeks since they were meant to be back, and all she'd gotten was a measly postcard. Woo hoo.
Ah, well, she like having the house to herself. Having her parents around would just bring up too many questions of why she was out all the time. If they even noticed she was out late. But still...would it really hurt to just call her up and have a conversation with her?
Blowing a peice of hair out of her eyes, Willow opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Taking off the cap and taking a long sip, she looked to her left and saw the cork board covered in photo's.
'Christ...when was the last time I looked at those?' Walking up closer, Willow couldn't prevent the small smile that graced her lips.
In the centre was stuck a photo of her fith birthday. Xander and herself were standing in the backyard, balloons and streamers tied on everything available. Cake coverd their faces, their grins visable only just through the chocolatey goodness. Willow's pink fuzzy sweater was covered in the chocolate and also what looked like strawberry ice-cream. Hands clasped tightly together, they looked just like two five year olds should. Young, carefree, happy and covered in chocolate.
Shaking her head slightly at the photo, she remembered just how close her and Xander had been. Ever since he saved her from the terror of being in trouble for breaking the yellow crown. Best friends through and through, that was them.
Looking at the other photo's, Willow took in her as a baby, taken when she was about four months old at the day care centre; her at three years old, standing in her grandmothers kitchen, raw cookie dough covering her face, along with a cheeky, impish grin; her all dressed up, excited and nervous about her first day of going to 'big kids school' when she was 6; Willow at about 12, red overalls and all, sitting across from Xander at the Ice-Cream Bar; her parents in Bankok, smiling curtly at the camera; her parents in London, standing outside Buckinham Palace; and, stuck in the right hand corner, the family photo her mother insisted on when she was ten.
All of them dressed up to the nines, Willow sitting on a stool with her mother and father standing behind her, hands resting on her shoulders. All with fixed, fake, toothy smiles directed at the camera.
Willow remembered that photo being taken. Her parents had arranged for times when they would both be home for the holidays, taken Willow to the photo shop, and told her to smile.
Afterwards, they'd gone out to dinner to the most expensive restraunt in town (ignoring her request for a Happy Meal) and tried to hold a family conversation. They'd failed miserably. But Willow rememberd how happy she had been to be sitting there, seated between her mother and father, and having them talk to her.
The smile faded...they hadn't even really been talking to her. Ten year old Willow hadn't really noticed this-the tight lipped smiles she'd gotton for her straight A report cards every year, the money given as a reward-it had all seemed so real then.
Now she didn't even get the tight lipped smiles. She got the money though. Willow Rosenburg would never have any problems with money. Hell, she even had a pretty hot car sittting in the garage. Not that she ever used it.
She didn't even have her lisence...couldn't be bothered with it. Not that her parents knew that.
Sighing, Willow walked away from the corkboard, and, looking at the clock, realised she only had twenty minutes to get to the cemetery. Turning on her heel, she ran back up the stairs to her room, opened her wardrobe door and pulled out a black bag. Willow opened it and pulled out a stake and a couple of vials of holy water.
Stepping onto the sidewalk a few minutes later, Willow took a deep breath of non-graveyard air, and turned to make her way for patrolling with a bounce in her step that made her cringe.
'Ok...why am I so excited to go patrolling. I mean, it's not as if I've never done this before. Done this many times, frequently. In fact you could call me a frequent slayer. Well, not slayer, Buffy and Faith are the slayers...I'm a side kick. I'm a frequent slayers sidekick. Their witchy frequent slayer sidekick. Along with witchy frequent skayer sidekick Tara now, too, of course. Ooo....Tara'll be there, I get to see Tara.'
Willow halted on the sidewalk. 'Ok.....weird.'
She was excited about slaying 'cause she got to see Tara. Huh...well it makes sense. Tara's a new freind. A friend she likes, and wants to get to know better. Much better...why wouldn't she be excited about seeing her? Willow started walking again.
'Tara's quirky, and nice, and sweet and when she gets a bit of confidence is rather funny, she's good to talk to, and she's beautiful, and sexy and.....woah'.
Willow halted again.
'Huh...'
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Bringing her knee up, Buffy slammed it into the vampires stomach, grinning as she flew into a headstone several metres away. Now this is fun.
Buffy watched and smirked as the vampire stood up, only to be kicked in the side of the head by a boot worn by Faith.
"Good move, B." Faith grinned at Buffy, before turning back to the vamp that had stood up and growled, "What, that's supposed to be intimidating?" she directed at the skanky vamp. Twisting her body, Faith delivered a right hook into the vamps head, followed by a kick that sent her towards Buffy.
"See, Vamp Skank," Buffy began, sending an uppercut to her face, "Chosen Two here..." another punch, this time to the vamps stomach.
Faith came up and grabbed the vamp from behind, holding her arms behind her back. "You don't wanna screw with us." Faith watched Buffy from over the vamps shoulder, "Never works out well." she threw Buffy a sultry look, "Unless it's us screwing with each other..."
Buffy smirked again, then faster then the vamp could follow, whipped a stake form the inside of her jacket and plunged it into her chest.
"Screwing with each other, huh?" She asked, sauntering up to Faith and wrapping an arm around her waist, "I beleive that always goes very, very well..."
Faith grinned, spun Buffy around and pushed her up against the gravestone.
"Wait....what about Willow and Tara," Buffy asked, making Faith pause in the movement she was making towards Buffy's neck, "Did any vamps get them?"
Faith frustratedly pulled back and stepped away from Buffy. They both looked around, only to see the two witches standing about ten meters away, talking. Completely oblivious to the fact that there had been a vamp attack.
"They wouldn't notice if they had, B." Fath threw a smirk Buffy's way. "Now, where was I?" Buffy grinned as Faith pushed her up against the headstone again, a hand half lifting her up by her ass.
"Faith, Buffy!"
With a frustrated growl, Faith stepped away from Buffy, spinning around she aggresively yelled, "What!?...oh, fuck!"
Eleven vamps had encircled Tara and Willow between them, manic grins on their faces. Two easy tragets.
However, they'd failed to notice the two slayers pushed up against the gravestone, attempting to make out.
And now those slayers were pissed at being interupted.
Buffy and Faith stepped forward into the moons light, and in view, of the vamps.
"Hello, Boys..." Faith grinned.
All eleven vamps turned their attention to the two pissed of slayers.
Tara's heart was pounding in her chest-she felt terrified beyond beleif. The vamps she'd met last night had come upon them one at a time....they'd all been very non terrifying and had only mainly attacked the slayers. Now there were eleven blood bent fiends circled around them. Terrified about summed it up. Taking a deep breath, Tara tried to concentrate.
"Ignis incente!" She muttered, directing the spell to the vamp to her left.. Nothing happened. 'Shit'
She was too paniced to do any good. Hell, on a good night, when she'd had time to focus, and become controlled, and wasn't so terrified she could swear she could hear her heart racing, she'd probably only be able to only burn two of 'em...too bigger a spell, and too bigger a thing to burn for a witch at her level. The ball of energy she'd conjured last night had been a fairly simple spell...one that used up a fair amount of energy, but was simple to do. She needed her energy, and the spell she was trying now to burn something from the inside out took more concentration, but used less phyical energy.
Willow was slightly scared. Eleven (22 fangs!!) vamps was a bit intimidating. Just a bit.
Hearing Tara mutter something sounding like a spell, Willow turned to look at the blonde and saw her face become frustrated when it didn't work. Suddenly, Tara's eyes were on her.
"Willow, do you trust me?"
Willow didnt hesitate, "Yes."
"Concentrate on your magics..." Tara grabbed her hand, feeling the buzzing connection run between them, and, trying not to get distracted by it, turned her attention to the vamps.
All this had taken about 6 seconds, in which the vamps circled behind them had moved foward to face the slayers. They were being vertually ignored.
Willow pulled the elements into herself, and channeled them towards Tara. She'd felt the connection charge between them, and couldnt help but be distracted for a few seconds. Trying to gain her focus, Willow closed her eye's.
Tara felt Willow let her magics flow into herself, and tried not to gasp. The feeling was exquisite. She could
feel Willow...it was amazing, beautiful, shocking....and a little arousing.
Squeezing Willow's hand, Tara looked at the vamp on the left, thought the incantaion in her head, and before she could say it, he burst into flames, and the next second dust was everywhere.
Tara gaped. Willow, eye's now open, gaped. Buffy gaped.
Faith grinned, "Wicked cool!" and launched herself at a vamp who was busy staring at the spot in which his friend (comrade? fellow vampire?) had exploded into dust.
Buffy's face broke out into a full blown smile, and dodged a kick from a vamp who had recovered from his shock and attacked the closest thing to him.
Tara watched as the now ten....nine (Go Faith)...remaining vamps attacked the slayers. They weren't even paying attention to the two witches. Looking at Willow, Tara noticed the other girl had her eye's closed again, concentrating on the magics. And good goddess did she look hot. 'Tara, now is sooo not the time.'
Tearing her eye's from Willow, Tara kept their hands linked and moved so her body was in front of Willow's. She didnt feel scared, or terrified, or worried, or unfocused any more...she felt strong, confident, in control...and that damn aroused feeling would not go away.
A grin spread over Tara's face, and she put her focus on a vamp that had co-ordinated with three others to gang up on Buffy. Willing her magics, Tara levitated him, then threw him across onto a protruding tree brach, watching him burst into ash. 'Cool'
The magic was everywhere around her at once, and Willow had never felt anything so amazing. Her body was tingling all over, and she could swear she could feel Tara somehow. She could feel what Tara was doing to the vamp and she couldnt help the sly grin on her face. Together they were kicking ass.
The vamps were down to six, and Buffy was having a blast. She couldn't wait to get these last ones dusted so she could hit the Bronze and shock the party goers there with Faith. It was a favourite past time of theirs....though, unfortunately, people were getting used to them. Some even anticipating it...but, oh well. At the moment she couldn't care less...some power seemed to be entering her body, and she felt turned on beyond beleif. Her hormones were going haywire. Something was radiating heat and it was making her hot...and it seemed to be comming from the two witches. Taking a quick look at the redhead and blonde, Buffy could see the power radiating them. But who cares...she just now wanted to jump Faith there and then. Buffy grinned as the vamp she was fighting burst into ash.
Suddenly the five remaining vampires stopped what they were doing. Throwing furtive looks at each other, three ran one way, and two ran the other.
"Damn pussies!" Faith cried...though her face was covered in a grin. She felt hot and ready to slay something...then she wanted to jump Buffy.
Tara looked after the retreating vamps in confusion. 'Pussies is right...'
Willow opened her eyes, sensing a change from confident to slightly confused from Tara. She was greated by the sight of five vampires backs. Quickly making a decision, Willow yelled out, "Buffy, Faith you take the three...Tara and I will take the two."
"Sure thing, Will!" Buffy grabbed Faiths hand and took after after the group of three vamps that had raced the other way from their two buddies.
Tara threw a look at Willow, and the both took off as fast as they could after the two vamps, adreniline ('And that damn arousal!') pumping through their veins.
TBC
Questions....comments...more airborne objects?
"I'm known as the fat lesbian chick on Buffy. Of course, I mean you stand me next to an actress like Sarah and I look like I'll eat her. *beat* Wait, that didn't sound right. But, you know what I mean."-Amber
Edited by: gabbles at: 6/6/04 6:55 am
Thanks for reading and I'm glad you're enjoying it *G*
lol.
.. I keep finding new stories that are good, how neat..
..I loved the update, so lovely. Love sam xx 
BWR 
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but the taking on vamps thing is pretty cool 
Alcy 
Oooh this is really starting to heat up! Great job!
