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Dark Sorceress Series.	By : PatriciaRD Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 2985 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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TITLE: Burning Love.

SERIES: Dark Sorceress. Chapter 4.

AUTHOR: Patricia RD

EMAIL: patricia_rosemary@yahoo.com

PAIRING: Tara/Darla, mostly.

SPOILERS: Halfway seasons 5 of Buffy and 2 of Angel, and my previous fics.

SUMMARY: Tara wants more power, but sweet innocent love tries to get in her way.

DISCLAIMER: All this characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and Fox. I'm just borrowing them for a little bit.

RATING: R. Some sexual situations.

DISTRIBUTION: Jade has my unspoken permission. Anyone else just ask first, please.
PART ONE

Her hands moved slowly to take mine. Terror showed in her at the person I had become.

"What's happened to you?" she finally said, taking in my dark clothes, leather and velvet against my skin. Her gaze moved from my hands, shiny with silver rings, to my face, heavy eye shadow and peach lips curving in a naughty smile.

"Everything," I said. "I'm a goddess now."

She shook her head. "You're a... You're not Tara anymore." She started to cry. "What happened? Who did this to you? God, Tara, why did you have to go out at night, alone?"

I sighted. "I don't want your pity," I said pulling my hands away and turning my back on her. "I was called. I knew you wouldn't understand."

"You're right. I don't." She placed a hand on my shoulder. "I love you."

"No you don't. You love the one I used to be. The shy girl who stuttered at any provocation. The one with her eyes on the floor and a fear of everything. I'm beyond that now."

Silence. The hand didn't move. The wheels on her tiny head were turning, looking for something to say.

"It doesn't have to be like this,"she whispered. "I know the ritual. I can bring you back."

//No. Never!//

I turned around and grabbed her by the throat, smiling in satisfaction as her face started to turn blue. I wanted her to die slowly, to take my words with her.

"I am never going back! Do you hear me?" I emphasized my words by slamming her head against a wall behind her. "YOU WILL NOT DO DO THIS TO ME! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO MAKE ME REPENT OF ANYTHING! IHATEYOUIHATEYOUHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHATEYOU....!"

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"WAKE UP!"

I'm gasping for breath when I open my eyes. Some habits are hard to break.

I look around. Even in the darkness her hair is liquid gold, framing her face and her bare shoulders.

"It was her," I say finally. Darla frowns.

"Who?"

"Willow. She wants me back. She wants to give me a soul."

She strokes my hair. "It was just a dream. She thinks you left her and that was it."

"We have a reputation already. Sooner or later, the word will spread to Sunnydale. And she'll try to save me." I scoff at the thought.

"She won't have you," she moves closer to me and wraps her arms around me. "I'll kill her first."

"No you won't."

"What?"

I smile, quoting Angelus. "'There are worst things in life than dying. Breaking the human spirit brings the satisfaction of 1000 quick deaths.'"

Now is her turn to smile. "You truly are one of our own."

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Darla wants to go with me, to witness my triumph, but Angelus is set against it.

"If she sees you, she'll know," he warns. "We can't go into this unprepared. Last time it cost me my freedom and got me into Hell."

"It burns," Dru said from a corner, combing the hair of miss Edith.

"Some Hells, yeah."

She pouts. "Not Hells, Love. Is pure like a little child, and just as poisonous. That's how my Spike got lost forever. It wasn't the shiny thing in his head. It was sweet, pestering love."

We all look at her.

"Uh, thanks for the input, Dru," Angelus finally says. "You can stay in and keep the chaos going. I'll go with Tara."

"And leave us here?" Darla asked. "Two poor little girls alone?"

"Last time I left you a Dru alone you burned down a church and make mincemeat out of the cops."

Darla smiles at the memory. She looks at me. "You don't know what fun is until you see people on fire."

"We should try it sometime," I said, focusing again on Angelus. "She has a point. We're on our way to rule this city. We need you here, taking care of any rebels. Charles can come with me."

Angelus shakes his head. "I need him here too."

"We're taking down my old gang," Charles says. He doesn't look the least disturbed about it.
"I can do this on my own," I say. "You brought me here to be one of you. I can take the Sunnydale children."

Angelus chuckles. "Don't you get it? You are not the first Big Bad Wannabe who tries to face the slayer and her little Scoobies. And you won't be the last."

I shrug. "I don't care about being the first, the last, or the middle one. I wanna be the worst, the one that will plague their dreams for the rest of their miserable lives."

Darla smiles proudly. "My Tara girl already has a plan."

"Of course I do."

I like this, all the attention on me, the Sorceress. As Dru would say, Pretty Vamps all in a Row, waiting for my words to fill them. I take my time, detailing every aspect of my plan, using my hands to trace patterns of glittery dust on the table. When I finish, they're all one step behind a standing ovation.

"I like," angelus says. "You're one smart cookie. Tasty too."

I don't thank him for what I know is a compliment. "So, ready to play?"

"Not yet," he tells me. "I'm still reluctant to let you go into Sunnydale on your own."

I frown. "Why?"

"The lion cub is strong," Drusilla says, her eyes following the dancing flame of a candle. "But she's never been out in the wild on her own. Mommy Lion is always there, making sure cubby won't get her paws burned." she moves a finger closer to the flame and hisses.

I sight. "So, that's it? You guys afraid I might break a nail killing someone? You've seen me. I'm good, and I can take care of myself."

"Then prove it to me," Angelus says, his voice icy cold against the candles surrounding us. "To us. Show us what you're made of."

My eyes meet his without blinking. "I will."

If he wants a fight, he'll have it. He's strong, but I've been training. And he's not a powerful witch.

Sensing danger, Darla steps between us. "I'll settle it, my Boy," she says kissing him on the cheek and leading me away.

Back at my room, she scolds me. "Angelus could rip your head off if he wants to!"

"So could I, only I would use magic." I reply. I walk away from her, closer to the window. Sunrise approaches, the warmth tingling my skin, bathing it in gold. Close enough, far enough. I sense Darla approach me. She stands next to me, passes and arm around my waist.

"We're all proud and wild," she says finally.

"We are a proud race, destined for greatness." I kiss her cheek, my lips inviting without words. She smiles softly and kisses me back. We are already undressing each other as we slid to the floor, close enough, far enough away from the sunlight.

This is true love, I tell myself. The one where pain turns to pleasure and pleasure turns to pain. Her hands guiding mine, my nails scrapping flesh, making it bleed. A hiss coming out of her perfect lips. A moan coming out of mine as I taste her, blood and honey and ambrosia all in one. The sun making our bodies scarlet gold as it approaches. We're careful to roll way from it, never stopping, knowing it would kill us. The whirlwind takes over us over and over, waves of passion flowing through our bodies. In the end, I have her arms wrapped around my spent body, a kiss and and a promise of more wicked things to come.

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We drink 18 year old Scotch afterwards. Darla would prefer wine, but we're already out of it. I'll have to pick up some when we go out hunting next time.

"I think I have two," she whispers.

"Two what?"

"Worthy adversaries. Creatures you can trick and defeat. Angelus will love it. You can showcase you many talents on this."

I look at her. "Tell me about it."

"Human mostly. Hearts filled with darkness. Bent on evildoing, ruthless. And you can't have only one."

I lick my lips in anticipation. "What are they called?"

"Many insulting names," Darla says. "A lot of them are jerks, come to think of it. But some of them are worth our time. I have a favorite one. He's called..."

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"Lindsey?" I tell the young man on the door. I know my bruised face and bloody clothes will get at him. "My name is Tara." I say my name in a whisper and look around nervously , expecting imaginary spies to come after me.

"Yes," he says. "Who are you?"

"T-t-t-t-Tara." What a wonderful wonderful performance! Half acting, half magic. He'll be under my spell soon. "I got a message." I swallow hard, eyes big with irrational fear. "From Darla."

He frowns. "Darla? What do you know about her? Where is she?" He looks ready to grab my shoulders and shake me off for answers. He doesn't.

"Nearby," I answer. "She told me to give you a message. If i don't, she'll..." I look at myself. "She'll hurt me.... even more!"

I cover my face with my hands and start to cry. Lindsey gently wraps his arms around me.

"Is alright,"
he says, looking around. He's thinking of her. Desperate to know where she is. He also thinks I might be helpful, that he needs to take care of me. To get to her... Good boy. " Why don't you come in? I'll look at those cuts and then you can give me your message."

Good boy. Good, stupid, under my spell boy.

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