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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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~Willow giggled, watching Xander and Buffy dance to the band at the bronze. Xander was dancing goofily, while Buffy’s was more graceful. She had offered to stay behind and watch the drinks as normal, not much for dancing in public. As it was, people were staring at Xander. Xander and Buffy looked towards her, noticing she was watching them. They exchanged a smirk, and approached.
“Come on Will, Join us!” Willow put up her hands, shaking her head shyly as they tried to pull her to her feet.
“Pllleeeaaassseee?” Willow couldn’t help but chuckle at Xanders pitiful plead, pausing to look at her smirking friends before shaking her head and getting up. Xander and Buffy did a small victory cheer, high fiving each other, making Willow laugh more. Xander literally danced back onto the main floor, Buffy and Willow following, smirking at each other. It took a little bit for Willow to get into it, still concerned about the people around. But after a little bit of encouragement from her best friends, she too started to start dancing a bit goofily and laughing with them. When everything suddenly went quiet, Willow was on guard instantly, her stomach twisting to find the room pitch black. When she tried to take a step forward, squeaking when her foot hit something and sent her to the ground. An eerie red light suddenly gave the girl her vision back, though she winced at the sudden change of light. Breathing uneven, she turned her head slowly, her heart plummeted, seeing two very familiar, limp bodies. She didn’t know that the screaming that pierced the air was her own until her throat started to burn and the ground fell beneath her.~

Willow woke up with a scream, shooting upright. Blurred with sleep, she fumbled, trying to find the phone that was always on her nightstand until she remembered where she was. She scrambled off the bed, more tears replacing the ones that trickled down her face. {I need to get out of here! What if Buffy and the others are in trouble?!} She spun around the room, looking for any way to escape. Going to the door, she yanked on the doorknob until she got frustrated and kicked it, wincing after. Continuing to search every inch of the room, she was panting when she finished, both from excursion and frustration. Tears now soaked her face, gathering at her chin and dropping off. Looking at the desk, she saw there was another tray. With a growl of distress and frustration, she advanced on the desk, taking the tray in a tight grip, staring at it as if trying to burn it with her eyes. After a couple seconds, She screeched in rage, throwing the tray at the wall, not waiting for it to clatter before tossing the actual desk, turning away as it crashed into the wall, tearing the bedding from the bed before storming to the bathroom. Grabbing a soup container, she threw it at the mirror, barely wincing as it shattered. Her eyes caught the bathtub and she trembled harder, {I let her /bathe/ me! I.. I acted.. Acted like her pet, just like she wants me to!} Tears and self-loathing blinded her as she trashed the rest of the bathroom, then going to the bedroom and tearing at everything madly. She kicked and screamed when someone grabbed her tightly from behind, lifting her off the ground. Managing to strike her attacker in the chin with her elbow, she rushed for the door when she was dropped. Suddenly Tara was in the doorway, staring down at her after catching her shoulders in a tight, but not yet uncomfortable grip. Willow looked at her, red with anger. Tara examined the room quietly, her hold tightening on Willows shoulders. Willow suddenly had to bite back a squeak of pain. Her shoulder had felt better this morning when she woke up, and had barely been hurting. But now, as Taras fingers dug deeply into the injured area, pain flared back through it. Willow noticed the vampires expression and her anger turned to fear. Not meeting her eyes, Tara switched her grip to the back of her neck, shoving her down the hall without letting go. Willow stumbled, wincing when Tara held her neck tighter. It wasn't enough to cut off air, thankfully, but it was enough to make her neck ache.
"Do you have any /idea/ how long it took to make that room to a humans needs and likings? How difficult it is for a vampire to shop for mirrors and learn to cook human food?! To figure out what shampoo you like, your clothes size - not kill your friends?!" Willow whimpered quietly as Tara pushed her into a seperate, empty room besides a chair. "Of course you don't! You're human!" Tara sat down heavily in the chair, not releasing her. "Well that could change real quick if you don't start working on that pissy attitude of yours." Willow shuddered at the threat. {If she wanted me as a vampire, wouldn't she have turned me already..?} Willow decided not to find out. The vampiress let that sink in before roughly pulling Willow over her lap. Willow started to panic, kicking out and squirming wildly,
"W-Wait! W-What are you d-doing?! I'll be g-good!" She heard Tara mumble something to herself, but she didn't catch it, her fear heightening. {Is she hesitating-?} Willows stomach dropped like a stone when she felt Tara start pulling her pants and panties off. "N-No-! S-Stop!" Willow pleaded, kicking harder like a fussy child. There was either more hesitation, or just a small pause to let her fear grow. If the second was the goal, it worked spectacularly. Suddenly, a crack filled the air and pain shot up Willows behind, causing her to yelp in surprise. She had guessed what was going to happen, but when it actually did, she was shocked. She had never been spanked in her life, not even by her parents when she was little - there had been no reason to, she had always been a well-behaved child. Willow continued kicking and squirming, squeaking at the next hit, her pride making her try to keep her reaction down. There was no more hesitation or pauses, and the blows started raining down rapidly. After only a couple seconds, Willow started to cry out. Not only were the blows quick on the others heels, but they were heavy handed smacks. Willow wondered if there was partial vampire strength behind them. It sure felt like it. At some point, she gave up fighting and accepted her fate, shocked that the blows seemed to hurt less when she relaxed. Was Tara just slowing down? Willow was blinded by her own tears, the salt in them stinging her eyes. After about a dozen more hits, Tara slowed to a stop. Willow struggled to catch her breath, shocked when Tara didn't shove her off her lap immediately, or maybe make her walk a lap or something just to torment her further. The vampiress let her catch her breath and slow her crying, and though embarrassed that she could feel the woman gently rubbing her sore bottom, she was grateful for the break, and, shockingly, the caress. Even delivered by a vampire, the action was still comforting, and seemed to ease the pain. Maybe that was a hallucination. Willow didn't care what it was, she was just glad and accepted it. She was still shocked by what happened, too shocked to care much about the intimate touches. After she had calmed down, her pants and panties were pulled up carefully. She still winced, the soft material feeling rough against her bottom. Tara helped her up wordlessly, then paused, eyes narrowed as if in thought.
"You cant go back to the other room yet," She declared, "Its still a mess, and the broken glass could be dangerous." Willow grimaced as she remembered her outburst, {In retrospect, that probably wasn't such a good idea in the first place..} "But I don't have any other.. Actual bedrooms." Tara paused again, slowly lifting her eyes to look at her decisively. "..other than mine." Willow gulped, wincing when her body tensed on instinct, contracting her sore muscles. "..Its decided. You'll stay with me in my room tonight." Willow shuddered when a horrible thought entered her mind. She would be in Taras bed - a vampires bed - she could take advantage of her, and Willow would be helpless to it. But, then again, she was helpless to escaping and not having to do as she said. She winced every step as she followed Tara, noting that the vampire constantly looked back to check on her, but didn't restrain her at all. Perhaps she just assumed that by now she would be too scared to do anything. Willow wasn't sure if that was right or not. Finally, Tara stopped in front of a large door, pausing to look back at her before pushing it open. Willow paused in the door to look around the room. It was bigger than the room she had just messed up, and the bed had satin sheets and blankets. The room smelled of candles that lit the room comfortably. There was a small area with a TV, bookcase and a comfy looking chair. There was a desk nearby with a computer, giving Willow slight hope. {If she leaves, I can contact Buffy!} Willow stepped gingerly into the room when Tara waved to her to do so, wincing when Tara closed the door. She decided to go back to looking around the room, her eyes laying on two doors that had a curtain on each corner. {I really hope thats just a closet and not some cell for people..} She noted that there were two tinted windows with blackout curtains like there was in her room, except these had no metal bars on the outside. "If you try to break the window and escape, there will be consequences. In the off chance that you actually manage to get out.. I'll track you down, bring you back, and beat you until you cant even stand for days, got it?" Willow gulped and shuddered, nodding. Tara glanced at the windows, "I need to go hunt now. Remember what I said about trying to escape from the window - and if you try leaving through the door, my minions will catch you, and I won't be here to protect you from them. They know not to come in here, so if you stay in here and behave, you'll be fine. Theres a bathroom over there, though there's no mirror like in your room.. I think you know the reason." Willow nodded timidly. Tara didn't meet her eyes, "You can use the TV and read if you'd like. If you try to contact the slayer through the computer, I /will/ know, and there will be consequences. If she comes here, I will kill her, got it?" Willow nodded again, tears growing in her eyes. Tara didn't look at her still, and turned, leaving the room. Willow gulped, {Shes going to… hunt.. Which means some innocent person is going to die, and I cant do anything about it. I know whats going to happen, and I cant stop it!} Willow looked at the windows and the door, clenching her fists. {I'm too chicken to even /try/!} She waddled over to the chair, sitting down gingerly. She didn't want to sit on or touch the vampires bed. {Buffy would be out of here in an instant. She wouldn't be afraid. She would be able to help that person.} Willow glanced at the computer again, her stomach queasy. {But Tara said she'll kill Buffy if I contact her.} Willow blinked, her eyes stinging, {But.. She wouldn't be able to kill her.. Right? The master was different, and she came back anyway!} Willow shook her head, wiping at her wet eyes. {She could have killed her before, the first in the cemetery, but she didn't for some reason. She only didn't fight Buffy last time because she just wanted to kidnap me! Tara /could/ probably kill Buffy. I.. Cant risk it. Which means that even if I /did/ escape, Taras right.. She could just track me down and bring me back.} Willow clutched her head in her hands, ignoring the tears that soaked them, {God, why am I so helpless?!} The pain in her bottom became less noticeable as she started to sob, curling up in the chair tightly, eventually falling asleep.
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Tara had really left the mansion to be left to her thoughts. Of course she was hungry, and a good chase and kill would be nice, but she could've just eaten one of the humans she had in the basement. She truthfully wanted to be alone. When she had seen the disaster Willow had made in the room, she had been more frustrated than angry, shockingly. Why was this human so needy? Why did Tara tend to those needs as if the roles were switched? When she had yelled at Willow she hadn't been lying about how hard it was to prepare a room to a humans liking. They needed heat, but not too hot. They needed air filters so their lungs didn't collapse on random from the smoke of her minions. They needed certain nutrition to survive and stay healthy. To be happy, they needed to be able to see their appearance in a mirror, something she couldn't do. Shopping for a mirror without being caught as being a vampire was difficult due to the lack of reflection, and she hadn't known if the image would be distorted like one of those carnival ones since she couldn't test it out. If only humans wouldn't freak out if she brought a dead one in with her, or dragged one to the mirror to see. She hadn't wanted to go through the whole problem of police and their stupid guns when she had been preparing the room - bullets couldn't kill her, but they could sure hurt and make a kidnapping significantly harder. She had gone through a lot to set up the room - and to not kill Willows friends, because she knew that would result in a depressed pet. But nothing seemed good enough for this human! When she had seen the fit she had thrown, Tara knew her pet had needed to be disciplined.. But somehow, the thought of harming her Willow made her stomach upset and had given her second thoughts. When she had first seen Willow start to panic, and heard the fear in her pleads, she had to actually remind herself verbally that without discipline, she would shape out to be a bad pet, and potentially put herself in danger, and risk Taras reputation and standing
So eventually, she had decided to just start the punishment without thought, and kept telling herself it was for Willows own good. When she had finally decided she had made a good enough impression, she had stopped, and found herself dismayed at the marks she saw and the obvious distress from Willow. But the only softness she had shown the girl was soothing her aches with a gentle massage and letting her calm down before helping her up. When she had first thought of the fact that Willow couldn't go back to the room prepared for her, she had just planned to give her a blanket and a lantern or something and stick her in the basement until her room had been cleaned. Then when she suggested her room, and saw the girl wince from just her muscles tensing, she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep if she knew Willow was down in the cold basement, sleeping with the hard floor pressing on her bum. So she had decided Willow was to sleep in her own room, leaving no room for debate, and made sure the girl wouldn't try to escape. Threatening her own safety was one thing, Tara had figured out about the girl, but threatening her friends guaranteed special thought and fear for her actions. A man chatted on a phone busily by a broken down car, giving her the perfect chance for a quick meal. She snapped his neck before a word could be uttered, drinking him dry before tossing his body to the ground and stomping on his phone. As she headed back, she started to wonder why she had killed the man /before/ feeding. She didn't need to wonder long. She knew why. She knew Willow wouldn't have wanted the man to suffer. Tara growled as she headed home. {A witch! She must be some sort of witch!} She cried inwardly, {I sensed power on her - she must be doing this to me!} When she finally reached the mansion and stormed into her room, however, her anger subsided to see Willow curled up in the chair, the salt of tears reaching her nose. Tara sighed, picking the girl up carefully, cradling her as she walked to the bed, using a hand to pull back the covers before laying her down gently, pulling the covers back over her. For a moment, Tara paused, admiring the girls beauty. Even with the tear tracks on her face, there was no denying that this woman was beautiful. No - more than beautiful. That couldn’t even begin to describe her. No word alone could - no amount of words. She is naturally beautiful on the outside, with a perfect personality to match. But she wasn’t pretty in the traditional, stupid way. She didn’t starve herself, but she didn’t let herself go either. She didn’t stain her pale face with a bunch of products that were supposed to make a person look better, when in reality just burned holes in peoples pockets and tainted their skin. She wasn’t prissy - she was kind and soft. Everything she did had an adorable light to it. The way she smiled, the way she got excited, the way she was too innocent for this world, the way she cared for her friends even in the face of danger. Tara had found that whenever she cried, it made her want to cry too, and she was supposed to be a ruthless vampire. That was just how much this girl affected her.. and she couldn’t even be angry about it. Frustrated and confused about these feelings, but not angry. Everything about the little redhead drew her in and made her love her. Tara sighed, tearing her gaze from Willow and glancing around the room. With a pang of odd guilt, Tara noticed nothing in the room was disturbed but the chair. {So she cried herself asleep immediately after I left.} Frowning, Tara made her way to the other side of the bed, carefully getting in it, making sure not to disturb the other girl, or even touch her. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to win this human over. With a wince, she remembered the bruises on Willows fair skin - bruises she had caused. {If I’m going to win her over, there can’t be any more punishments like that,} Tara glanced over at the sleeping girl again, frown deepening at the grimace on her face, even as she slept. {In fact, I might have gone a bit far.. gotten carried away.} Tara bit her lip, settling down in the bedding, facing the redhead, but not touching her still, {I need to learn more control. No more touching without permission, no more getting angry, no more killing in front of her, no more mean vampire. Only Tara.} She started to drift asleep as she thought this, still watching the other woman in the bed, {I can do that. For Willow.. my Willow..}
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