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My Willow	By : Eagleblaze Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Tara/Willow Views: 3399 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Tara looked at the building, {No outdoor cameras? Tsk tsk, don't make this too easy.} With a whisper, she cut off the power to the building. She could hear a guy groan inside the building, and smirked, stomach growling. Glancing at the gun, she scoffed, wondering why she even brought it. Maybe she had been watching too much TV. Rolling her eyes, she made it disappear from sight. She didn't need a piece of metal to kill. Stalking around the building, she caught sight of the store clerk exiting the building to see what happened. Tara had no money, thanks to Willows betrayal, and she needed to get some somehow. Besides, she was starved. {Willow probably is too. Gotta remember to get her something.} Why she was still taking care of the girl, she didn't know. But she didn't allow herself to think much of it. The man looked her way and she smirked from the shadows.
"Hey! What are you doing back there?" Her smirk faded some. She could still hear Willow from where she was. The girl was sobbing something repeatedly that was probably 'No no no no'. Tara had no doubt she was crying for the life of this man, and forced herself to scowl. It was Willows fault she needed money, so it was Willows fault this man had to die. Growling with new rage, she watched as the man inched towards her, "Don't make me call the cops!" Her smirk returned.
"Oh, how would you do that? The phone lines and power have been cut." She could smell fear wafting off the man and it only made her hungrier.
"Just get out of here, I dont want no trouble-" Tara rushed forward, grabbing him by his hair and shoulder.
"But wheres the fun in being good?" With that, she snarled and dug her teeth into his throat, gulping down the blood hungrily. The man screamed and struggled, but soon his strength dwindled down. Just as his life started to fade out, Tara forced herself to stop drinking, and slit her own arm, making him drink. After that, she let him crumble to the ground. She'd go back for him later. Stepping over the body and licking blood from her lips as she did, she paused at a small keening noise from the car. For a second.. Just a second, she convinced herself it was only a second, she felt guilty again for the torment she was causing the girl. She forced herself away from the feeling, growling and stomping into the gas station. {I have nothing to feel bad for! /She/ burnt down /my/ house! I'm still a vampire - I /cant/ feel bad! She can't change that!} She snapped and the cash register opened. She stuffed all the money into her pockets, then grabbed a bag of chips and a soda for Willow. Carelessly, she dragged her yet to awaken minion to the car with her, swinging the door opposite to Willow open and tossing him in along with the chips. Willow whined in a high pitched tone, cowering from the body. Rolling her eyes, Tara went to the other side, opening her door. She was visibly trembling, sweat and tears pouring down her face. As Tara uncuffed her and led her to the front seat, she thought maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave her in a completely dark car, cuffed and gagged, to listen to her kill a man. Willow leaned against the door after she closed it, and Tara quickly got into the drivers seat. She tossed the chips and soda to the girl, forcing herself not to look at her tear stained face.
"I'm n-not h-hungry…" Willow murmured, setting the food aside. Tara couldn't help but glance at her then. She knew she must be hungry - she had gone a whole day without food, with traumas added in to work up an appetite. She shrugged, forcing indifference. Opening the window covers, she got back to driving. Now that she had some money, she would be able to rent a hotel room for the day. Even vampires needed rest, and she wasn't done running yet. She had a place in mind, but there was still a ways to go to get there. Pulling away from the gas station, she risked another glance at Willow. She had her head resting on her palm, her eyes downcast and sad. Tara looked away again, turning on the radio and continuing to drive.

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Willow didn't know if she had done the right thing. In multiple events that took place. She was quite certain that she had made a wrong choice in calling the gang - a choice that had only led to death and betrayal. But a part of her mind tried to defend her, saying that's what anyone would've done, given the chance. That thats what she was taught to do. That if she hadn't fallen for the vampire, there would be no guilt about it. But she couldn't listen to that voice. She was overwhelmed with guilt for multiple reasons of that choice. She had betrayed both the gang AND Tara. The gang by saving Tara and leaving with her, and Tara for the obvious reason. But there was also the deaths of the humans in that building. Tara was right - their blood was on /her/ hands. Willow shuddered, pressing herself harder against the door. Then there was the clerks death, which, even if by a long shot, was her fault. Now the body was riding in the backseat, and Willow dreaded that she had figured out why. She had killed all of Taras other minions, so she had to make more. Willow sniffled, ignoring the rumbling in her stomach. She wasn't sure if it was from guilt or hunger. But at the moment, the thought of eating was out of the question. Feeling drowsy, and deciding there was nothing better for her to do, she laid her head back in the seat and started to drift asleep. Just as she was about to reach the goal of sleep, a form in the backseat snarled and lunged for her. She squealed in fright, jumping in her seat, hitting her head off the ceiling of the car. Taras arm shot out in front of her, pushing the newly awakened vampire away from her. The young man looked at Tara and frowned,
"But sire? May I feed?" Tara didn't look away from the road,
"Soon." Willow gulped, pushing herself against the door again. The minion smirked at her and licked his lips pointedly. "But not on that one." Willow relaxed a bit, and the younger vampire growled in frustration. She looked to Tara to thank her, stopping at the look on her face. Willow looked back out the window solemnly, narrowing her eyes in confusion as they pulled into a parking lot. Examining the sign, her confusion disappeared some. 'Jack's Motel'. She just hoped no one here got hurt. But hoping never did much good. Tara got out and Willow followed, laughing into her hand when the minion couldn't open the child locked doors. She thought she saw the hint of a smile on Tara's face, but it was gone quickly as she opened the door. The minion got out with a scowl, baring his teeth at Willow. Tara didn’t comment, heading towards the office. There was a thin-headed man with glasses standing behind the counter who looked up as they entered,
“Hello! Welcome!” Tara ignored his pep,
“What rooms do you have open?” He pushed up his glasses,
“All of them..” Tara pulled out some money, putting it on the counter,
“Good. I’ll take two rooms. One with one bed, the other with two.” The man cleared his throat, handing her two keys. Without another word, she left the room, taking Willows wrist and pulling her with her. She tossed one of the keys at the minion, “You. Whats your name?”
“Jason.” Tara shrugged,
“Jason, go get yourself something to eat.” Willow grimaced, but she knew there wasn’t anything she could do. She might have attempted to stake the vampire, had she had a stake, and if Tara wasn't holding her wrist tightly. “Come back here when you’re finished.” He narrowed his eyes, but nodded. Willow wondered if the reason he didn’t object to the orders was some sort of obligation to his sire. Tara turned and pulled her into a room, setting a bag on the bed without releasing her. She pulled out the handcuffs again and Willow whimpered quietly, “I can’t risk you calling your friends again. I’d like to stay stake free.” Willow winced at that, but Tara didn’t look at her. “..Do you need to use the bathroom?” Blushing, Willow nodded slowly. Tara let go of her, nodding towards the bathroom door. Willow went as quickly as she could, biting her lip when Tara grabbed her wrist again.
“Get on the bed and get comfy. We’ll be here all day.” Willow nodded, staying silent as she climbed onto the bed, getting as comfortable as she could on the old mattress. Tara put one cuff around her wrist, staring at the bedframe for a second. After a little bit, she put the other cuff around one of the poles of the bedframe. “I don’t think I need to cuff both of your hands, but don’t prove me wrong. If you try to call your friends to tell them where we are or anything, or if you try to stake me, I won’t be so kind.” Willow looked down. “You were the one who chose to come with me. Don’t sulk. I need to take precautions, because clearly my earlier kindness was a mistake. Do I need to gag you, or will you keep from screaming?” Willow looked back at her fearfully. {What kind of screaming..?} Tara stared back at her for a second, as if deciding something. With a start, Willow realized she was staring at her neck.

((Why must I keep traumatizing poor Willow? Its bound to happen in this situation -I mean, Tara's still a vampire after all.))
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