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After the end	By : Eagleblaze Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Tara/Willow Views: 2350 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Taras eyes widened in hope,
"So there /is/ a way to get her back?" Buffy shifted awkwardly.
"I guess so.. But we don't know how. We were on our way to speak to the survivor right now.. But the new watchers Council-"
"New?" Tara questioned in confusion,
"The old one was blown up by the first. A new one was made after the first was gone. Anyway, they said the survivor is still really.. Traumatized and might not be so helpful." Tara nodded slowly,
"Thank you for telling me-" Buffy glanced at Xander, Giles and Dawn, then to Willow, then back to her.
"We were hoping you would come with us." Giles answered for her, "We figured it would be better for you than staying here all day." Tara bit her lip, looking at Willows pale form, conflicted. She wanted to know anything that could help get her back, but she didn't want to leave her.
"Come on Tara, it's not like she's gonna be waking up anytime soon." Xander joked in a vain attempt to lighten the mood, his face falling when he realized what he had said. As horrible as it was, Tara knew he was right. So was Giles. If she stayed here all the time, until they found a way to get Willow back - which could, as much as she hated to think about it, be a while - she would waste away. Mentally as well as physically. Tara gave Willows small hand a gentle squeeze with a deep breath before replacing it onto her chest. She stood slowly, gathering the will to leave the unconscious girl. Looking up, she saw the gang looking at her questioningly. With another deep breath, she gave a small nod to confirm.
"I'm coming with you."

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He continued stabbing her until her body had grown used to the pain of it. She barely reacted to the last stab, a small grunt from her sore, blood filled throat and a wince the only response. She still could barely gasp in shaky breaths around the blood that choked her, struggling in vain to spit it out or swallow it.
"You've got a high tolerance, I'll give you that." The demon laughed, going to a crack in the stone wall to grab something. "You're already proving to be quite the interesting one to break.. See, after a while.. My other victims get to the point of almost oblivion. For some, it's quite quickly. A disappointment, really. Its their mind shielding them the only way it can.. By blocking everything out.. But some prove to be.. Quite stubborn on that front. They fight and fight until they can no longer take it. When they get like that, they get quite boring, in my opinion. No screaming, no begging… But that doesn't mean I won't continue to torment them, of course. At some point, you run out of tactics though. Takes about another ten years - earth years at least - before I get a new toy. Time here.. Tends to move slower, though. Gotta savor the fun, you know? Every earth day here is equal to two days. Not too much slower, sadly, but slow enough to enjoy it before the earth body dies. I tend to like to use only one or two tactics a day, milking it until the victim is no longer responsive." Her multiple cuts started to burn when what she guessed was some sort of salt was poured over them, the added pain growing intensity over the seconds and making the pain from the actual stabbing flare back up. A gurgling scream was torn from her as she writhed on the table, struggling for each painful breath. When the burning started to dull, he poured more salt on, using his rough and gooey fingers to rub it into her abused flesh. He was rewarded with more gurgling cries, her blood starting to choke her again when she gasped choppily. She started begging the goddess that he slept.

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Tara looked up from her lap when the car slowed to a stop in a gravel driveway, examining the cozy house from her window while she unbuckled. It was a small cabin with stones leading up from the driveway to the smooth steps, small flowers lining the sides of the walkway. Tara looked at the colorful plants while following the gang to the door, deciding to buy Willow some flowers when they got back. Maybe some balloons too.. Though 'get well' balloons didn't quite seem appropriate for someone in a hell coma. Giles reached his hand up to knock on the door gently, stopping when a call reached their ears.
"Be right there!" Taras heart fluttered. She didn't /sound/ too traumatized! The door opened to show a small older lady with her hair in a bun, smiling at them. "Well gosh, you must be the people Richard said would be coming to visit Jane. Unless somebody ordered a party for lil' old me." Giles pushed his glasses up,
"We are the people sent to visit Jane. We have a few questions for her if thats alright.." The cheery tone left the woman's voice.
"Is this about her coma? More rude people trying to make a news article about the crazy lady?" Tara gulped. Was this lady going to help them after all?
"No Ma'am. A close friend of ours is going through the same thing.. We wondered if Jane could help us out a bit." The lady sighed, stepping back to let them in, shaking her head solemnly.
"Of course. She might not be all that helpful in her.. State, but I'd hate for someone else to be subjected to the same horrors.. Has your friend started with those dreadful screams? Enough to give me chills.." Giles thanked her as she led them down a small hall to a warm, cozy room. On the quilted bed lay a younger lady with a vacant stare. "Jane, Sweet pea? It's Diana, we've got some guests who have some questions for you." Jane looked up, blinking at them silently.
"Miss Price? We were wondering if you could help us get our friend back." Giles said softly, waving Tara forward. Tara frowned, guessing he was asking her because she'd be the easiest to be sympathetic to.
"O-Our friend did that.. That spell a couple days ago.. The same one you did," Jane's eyes filled with terror. "I - we all - really miss her and.. And I'm.." Tara took a shaky breath, "I'm terrified for her.. All i want.. All I want is to hold her and keep her safe.. But.. But we don't know how to get her back. D-Do you..?" Jane swallowed roughly,
"He always comes back, but if you manage to kill him for a bit.." Jane took a moment, her eyes slightly distant, "He loses his concentration and you can escape back to your body.. Only weak spot is his head.. Stone hard.. But if you're strong enough.." She paused, "No way from the outside, though. Have to go there."
"How do we get there? Without the spell?" Jane blinked,
"Dunno. But you dont want to.. Just kill her body. She'll be free." Taras eyes widened, "Free of pain, and nightmares.. And memories.. And fear.." Diana moved forward when her eyes went disant.
"I believe its time for you to leave, sorry. I dont think she can help anymore." Tara's mind whirled as the older lady ushered them towards the door, "I hope you can get her back." {I hope so too..} Tara thought as she climbed back into the car, {I hope it's not too late.. What if Jane was right? Should they just.. Free Willow?} She scolded herself for thinking such things, focusing out the window while small tears slithered down her face.
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