Yvonne: There will be a load more drama!! Georgia is a nasty piece of work!!
Cutie: LOL!! Find a chair!! I'm so glad you liked it! I will tell you what happened, but all in good time....
Keep reading, i hope you like it!
Tarababy: Hey there! you like it eh? yay *victory dance* oh wait>
lol, keep reading!!Part 8
6:00pm, Middlesex, London, South-West England.
Willow's POV
It's warm yet damp. There are birds singing and the sun is out, and a rainbow has formed just above the horizon. I turn a full 360 degrees and see the new world i have come to name my new home for the next month. I look at Tara, she seems real quiet, like she's scared. Her eyes are everywhere, no doubt is thinking about Georgia, and to be honest so am i. Not in that way, just how i'm going to greet her. I really don't want to, but i have to overcome the pain, the angst that i hold, for my and Tara's sake. I love her so much.
Buffy shuffles over to me, holding my hand as i disperse of yet another tear. It feels as though the world has dissolved, just one person in billions, this evil descent of the devil has come to scare my thoughts and ambitions into remission. My heart starts to cripple at the sight of Tara's build up of anxiety, but my skin is only cracked, drenched with the pure need of absolution that i hope to gain from this month. To put it right. To rid Tara's world of the pain and destruction to come. I will just wait, smile effortlessly as over the years, my mind has led me to humor the atmosphere that surrounded me in the past.
She looks at me again. My heart jumps. How can i lead her into my dark secret and not let pain taint her innocence?
Joyce has now picked up Dawn and gathers a few suitcases, as so does Faith, after all Slayer strength has to be used for the good of...well, suitcase carrying right?
I squeeze Buffy's hand and let go, leaving her on the spot as i cautiously move along my path to Tara.
She wipes her eyes and smiles so sweetly. Its a cover for 'i am screaming inside for you to stop hurting me.' i just know it. I ignore my idiotic thoughts and pull her into a tight embrace, only to feel her jolt, her muscles spasm as the tears release silently.
I squeeze tighter only for Buffy to call me. I let go and grab her hand. Picking up my stuff as well as some of hers, i feel the need to exaggerate the guilt i feel for roping her into my nightmare. To let her know i care, a lot.
Fishing the last suitcases out of the taxi, all 6 of us form a crowd outside of my Auntie's door. The thundering knocks rattle my brain in slow motion, watching the knocker bounce off of the frame, hit the door, hard, fast, repeating itself again and again.
I haven't let go of Tara's hand yet, nor do i intend to, ever. I squeeze, she squeezes back, i stand soundly knowing she still wants to know me.
The door swings open, and the smell of smoked, sizzling bacon fills my nostrils, thickening the air beneath me. My auntie Suzie greets us, big squishy hugs, like always, engulfing the oxygen from within.
Tara and i haven't said a word to each other since getting off of the plane. I feel so, so, hurt. Thats it really, just hurt. Oh and lonely, not forgetting.
I decide to make to first move when i see her frozen, just like a statue of beauty that she is. I understand why.
Turning toward Tara's main focus i see my freedom flash before me. A horrid black hollow clouds my sight of happiness. This was truly going to either be hell, or just plain interesting in the worst context.
She entered the room with an icy flare towards me. Georgia Anderson. A specimen of beauty no doubt ,but nothing compare to my Tara, hear that guilt?! MY TARA!!
She slowly brushes past me, touching my hand lightly. I remember the poem i wrote on my pain, it all comes flooding back;
My heart is crippled
But my skin is only cracked
The lines take formation in creases
Around distinguished scars and tissue
Just like the moon i hide again
My fears and downfalls are scarce
The sun doesn't exist in my eyes
Just like the cracks, it seems to just lay
Reminding me everything is not so great
So as i fill the gaps of the fears that tap through
I'll fix the heart, repair it enough to be broken again
Till the next person decides to change their mind
All memories kept locked in a bank
Where payments for repairs keep me in debt
I can't afford to iron out the technicalities
The tissues wont allow me to forget
Scrape the tendrils of pain from my eyes
Leave them with you, leave them to die.
Its's here, the anger in Tara's eyes, i realise, It begins......
Tara's POV, 6:12pm
There she is. I don't know her and yet i have undiluted hatred for this bitch. She just brushed passed Willow, touching her?!?! She sooo did not want to go there. I grab Willow, coiling her into my arms, stroking her hands, just staring at Georgia as she stares at me subtly, 'giving me evils, will so not help this month honey' i think, smiling in my head. Yes, my plan, it will go ahead. I have the ingredients, the know-how, and Willow's pain?! I feel it. It's so forceful, and tastes so sour. My poor baby.
However i have developed the knack for this magic, seeing the mild power source Willow and i had produced that precious night has given me magical insight. I love it.
Without warning Willow pulls me towards the living room door, up the stairs, and into a room. It's fairly small, smells like Willow. Very cinamonney and maybe a dash of coconut?
She sits me down, and stares deep into my eyes. I know that look, i-it's a l-look of despair. And wow i even stutter in my head now?..., this can't be good. She takes my hand, kisses it slowly, letting her tongue scrape my knuckles slightly. Before i know it she has me locked in a passionate embrace, her fears seem to have risen to the top, i can see a cloud form, a dark blue mist, particles of black swarm. I shake my head. It evaporates.
She quietly tells me her biggest, darkest secret, i listen carefully, not letting her hand go. Never will i let it fall away from mine.
"Tare, i love you. So much in fact that i have to tell you about Georgia's so-called threat. She's a witch. I'm guessing quite a powerful one now. The fact that she has the power does not mean she knows how to use it. Tell me, do you feel a magical rupture?"
I shake my head. ' A witch eh? OK, i am scared now for sure- not that i was, before....'
Willow continues her story as i fight with my thoughts.
"When we broke up, she put some kind of hex, an incantation on me. I can't remember the words to a 'T' even though i've looked the ones i know up, several times, and yet nothing. It went something along the lines of-"
Oh damn, she's here. This hell bitch is really starting to pull at my last nerve.
"I Willow who beseech thee, shall fall under such ritualistic ruins, may i one day be burdened with a life force, so great, 'Achte, Neahul Interfit...."
Wow, what the hell did she just say?
Willow stands up, and moves in front of me defensively.
"Georgia, what does that mean?? what have you placed on me?!"
'Hell she even has the most devilish smile' I think to myself, trying to look around Willow's waist.
"Well, well, well....Willow Rosenberg, we show our face once again in good 'ole London eh? what brings you here?"
I don't like that tone of voice, seems too quiet, something so evil should maybe cackle?
Willow fights back, i can't see around her still, but i hold onto her, stop her from throwing herself at the uber bitch. She likes to think she can put herself into a fight and win. She isn't large with the butch. But she scatches, that's good right?
"Look Georgia, i don't want to fight all through my time staying here ok? I'm here with my family and friends, trying to make the most of this time off from the hell mouth, so please don't start something that won't last, i'm not going to fight with you."
Wow....She is soo sexy when she's assertive! Her eyes glow too. It's a-a Willow thing.
"So who, may i ask, is she in relation to you?"
She said that way too snobby. I stand up, moving in front of Will.
"I have a name. Tara. Tara McClay. I'm Willow's girlfriend, if you have a problem, you gonna have to go through me first. Got it?"
OH MY GOD what am i doing? She's a witch! i'm soo gonna suffer this outburst of anger, although i feel a huge grin burning though the back of my head.
"So you're the new lover. Tell me, have you any children?"
Well that's a stupid question, Hello gay here! However i answer.
"No i don't. Why? you want to zap them away? Or maybe convert them into a big meanie like you!"
Tara shut up! you're making it worse!
I softly whisper to Willow, "Get Faith, this is gonna get dirty."
She slips out while uber bitch is staring me out. Who is she kidding? Those are so contacts!
"Where did you send my Willow?"
"SHE IS NOT YOURS, SHE IS MINE!"
Ok, i've had enough, i'm going in... I feel a hand pull me back. Maybe i'm not. Hmph.
"Look T this isn't a fight i want you in, she can deal with me."
Georgia looks abit angry now. Ok, understatement, her hair is blazing! She has some kind of cover, like some human skin. This is weird.
Faith slowly walks towards Georgia, i hold onto Willow who is holding onto Buffy. A big chain of scarediness.
For a while they trade blows, Faith throws a punch, knocks Georgia off of her feet. Georgia throws some bolt things at Faith, she goes down. It's a continuous vicious circle....until Buffy steps in, blocks Georgia's bolt, Faith watches Buffy shakes uncontrollably, her body limp, but spasmodic. Willow's eyes are welling with angry tears now. Thats it, my sis is not going down against this, this thing. I pull Georgia's arm, releasing Buffy from her grasp. But something strange has happened....Buffy is now angry, hey eyes are gold, her fists are pumping. She goes in for the kill, kicking, punching, throwing, Georgia is getting battered! Willow and i clear out, and i hold her head.
"Will, i'm sorry, i can't stand her. She thinks she is so 'superior' to everyone, i just wanna-"
"I know Tare. But she won't just go. She's got too much up her sleeve to just give up."
I turn the corner, seeing Buffy and Faith co-operating in what it seems slayer mode, "Buffy's now a slayer?!"
I ask Willow with disbelief.
"Well, she has the strength of one....we should look it up. But tomorrow."
"But-" I try to intervene, we need to know straight away, but am cut off by Willow's tongue devouring my senses, my hearing goes first, then sight. She leads me to another room, I was guessing Buffy and Faith's, and lays me down.
I pulled her closer, tighter, as she began to suck my tongue. I needed her quicker, i pulled her top off over her head, while she spent a whole 15 seconds on my trousers, "Unh, Will, tear them off, just do it quick, i want you so much." Next thing i knew in two pieces were my black trousers, laying next to my head. It was then i realized the door was open slightly.
Before us, Buffy and Faith, presuming they had already warned off Georgia, were now also trying to fight the urges of one another, as they impatiently scuttled around for mine and Willow’s room.
“One second honey, just closing the door.”
I didn’t get very far, before Willow had claimed me once again, pulling me to the floor; I nudged the door gently with my foot, and let Willow take control…..
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Edited by: Wired vixen at: 5/30/04 2:05 am
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