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After The End Of The End	By : Eagleblaze Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Tara/Willow Views: 1775 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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For the next five weeks, Ace had demons keeping an eye on Willow and her band of pests, reading up more on the redhead. From what he read from stolen copies of the watchers diaries, she was certainly powerful. Even though others thought the council was destroyed, there was of course a bunch left of them, and being as powerful as he was, Ace had contacts. Contacts who had the resources to go into the rubble of Sunnydale. Contacts who had found a safe with the slayers daft watchers diaries. Oh, of course he had tried to hide them from the council, not wanting to put one of his precious 'children' in danger. But Ace was smarter than that. He had watched and seen the tight bond all of those slayer followers had to each other to know if they were to search the rubble of the council, they wouldn't find anything on Willow. But everyone has to vent somewhere. It was surprising the diaries were intact, but it was possible there had been some sort of protection spell on the safe. The safe also held pictures of him and a dark haired female, which Ace guessed was dead from the tear smears on them. Apparently the watcher didn't think he spell or whatever would protect his precious items, so he didn't come back for them. Ah, oh well. All the better for Ace. There was no respect as he learned what she had done in the past, only hatred. Souled a vampire? Pitiful. Flung a vending machine to cover a door? Boring. Visited the nether realms? Pathetic. Helped defeat a hell god? He could do that in his sleep, without any help from a stupid slayer.
"Hm.. This one might be something of interest.." He mumbled to himself, staring at the sketch of a lethes bramble. A smirk touched his lips as he read of the falling out with her girlfriend. About the distress and heartbreak. About a misdirected bullet that caused a raging of grief from the girl. He suddenly paused, eyes flickering in anger. Then she got with this new 'potential slayer', as the watcher had called it, a girl by the name of Kennedy. All seemed well until Willows former lover came back from the dead and revealed their relationship as abusive. His eyes narrowed. 'Abusive'? Was that what people called it? What people would call his and Kennedys relationship? They'd be wrong then. They were happy so long as Kennedy behaved. She knew her place and he knew his, there wasn't anything wrong with that. From his reading, Kennedy had apparently taken after him. His smirk widened. The little bitch had looked up to and loved him so much that she copied his style with this good for nothing witch. Then Willows pests she called friends came to a rescue that clearly wasn't needed, and obviously, Kennedy got angry for her pets betrayal and the theft of her possession. But /she/ was the one blamed? Just like he had always been. People were dumb. A lot needed to know their places, and strong people like him were there to teach it to them. His anger grew. This 'Willow' had stolen /his/ Kennedy for her own selfish reasons. Because she couldn't take care of herself and needed someone stronger, but threw her away and played the victim when she no longer needed it. Kennedy wasn't hers in the first place. Kennedy was /his/ and she had destroyed her! Of course, he didn't know this for sure, since there had been no body. But he had trained his pet well, which is why it shocked him when she left and disobeyed him. It wasn't Kennedys fault. With a master like him, she wouldn't /dare/. This was all that stupid girls fault. She wanted to play the victim? He'd show her a victim.

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When the hospital door clicked open Willow looked up from the book she had been reading - Okay, more like staring at - Smiling when Tara came in with a giant smile, humming.
"What's got you all excited?" Tara paused to give her a deep kiss on the forehead, causing her eyes to shut happily. "Mmm.. Whatever it is, I'm liking it." Willow opened her eyes to see Taras playful grin, tilting her head when the blonde started packing a suitcase.
"We're officially allowed to take you home!" Willow sat up straighter, shutting her book quickly,
"Oh, what with all the hospitals I've been in recently, you're telling me this /isnt/ my home?" Willow teased sarcastically. Tara stuck her tongue out at her, handing her jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves torn off. Willow looked at the shirt and froze. It used to be a long sleeve shirt until one day when Kennedy got mad at her, she threw things off the kitchen counter. One of the things being the knife block. Willow had tried to duck to avoid getting hit with anything, but knives were flying everywhere, and one stabbed right into her arm. It would have been her face, had she not been guarding that with her arms. Blood had been everywhere. Paramedics had cut the sleeve off her shirt to get to the wound, but once they got home, Kennedy screamed at her to wash my blood from the rest of the shirt and cut off the other sleeve. She had said it was a good shirt and she wasn't spending money to get her a new one, because what happened was her fault. Tara kept calling to her, but her eyes were distant as she looked to a scar on her left arm, running her fingers over it gently. Finally she came back from her daze,
"Willow?! Willow, tell me what's wrong, please!"
"S-Sorry.." Willow stammered, tossing the shirt away from her when she saw it again. "J-Just memories.. The shirt.. It uh.. It reminded me of something.." Tara nodded slowly and turned to grab something else. Willow tried to control the anxiety welling in her. Every shirt had bad memories clinging to them. She didn't want to relive them all. She wasn't sure she could. Before now, she had worn either Taras or Buffys clothes, so it hadn't been a problem, but they must have gone back and gotten some of her clothes. Tara finally handed her something, and Willow was shocked to see it was one of Taras shirts. Willow looked up at her in confusion, her heart both warming and clenching at the understanding she saw on her lovers face.
"Lets get you home, okay?" Willow smiled, giving Tara a tight hug that turned into a passionate kiss. When Tara pulled away finally, Willow was dazed. Tara giggled, "Get dressed sweetie." Willow broke out of her daze in time to see Tara wink at her with a half smile. Willow exhaled heavily, starting to get changed, {Oh boy..}
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