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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 woke with a scream again, relieved to find the events last night had been a nightmare. She had been trapped in a vampire that had stolen her body, watching as she ruthlessly tortured her friends to death. At her scream, the bed shifted as another body shot up. Willow gulped, staring at Tara. {She moved me to the bed - Oh god - we didn’t..?} As if reading her mind, Tara spoke softly,
“I didn’t touch you at all last night other than to move you to the bed. Sleeping in the chair wouldn’t have been comfortable.” Willow blinked, nodding dumbly. Tara climbed out of the bed, watching her face, “Bad dream?” Willow cleared her throat anxiously, wincing when she tried to get up, her sore muscles protesting, “Don’t get up, just rest.” Tara instructed, still awaiting an answer.
“Yeah.. nightmare.. I’m fine now.” Willow lied about the fine part, but Tara didn’t seem affected.
“Are you hungry?” Willows stomach growled loudly at the prospect of food, so she nodded slowly. Tara nodded, going to the door, speaking to a vampire on the other side, “Go prepare her some breakfast.” The vampire nodded and rushed to follow its sires orders. Tara shut the door gently, looking back to Willow.
“W-What time is it?” Willow asked awkwardly. Tara looked over at a clock,
“It’s 7pm. The sun is just setting.” Willow nodded slowly again. {I slept through the whole day? Guess I’m on vampire time now..} Tara returned to the door upon a small knock, grabbing a tray, shutting the door with a foot. She set the tray on the bedside table, lifting a lid from it. Willows mouth started to water as she examined the food. There was a stack of buttermilk pancakes with maple syrup, a hash brown, a bowl of blueberries and strawberries, with a cup of milk. Tara set a small, fold-up table on her lap, moving the tray on top of it. “I need to go do something, go ahead and eat.” Willow nodded, too entranced in the food to really register the sentence. The only place she had ever gotten a real, home cooked meal, was at Buffys when she slept over or went for dinner. Her parents were never around, so most of her prior meals had been microwaveable or fast food. {Pretty bad when a vampire cooks for you more than your own parents..} She thought bitterly, digging into the food. {I wonder if they even know - or care - that I’m missing..} She blinked at tears that stung her eyes, {They’re probably just glad to be rid of the child who got in the way of their perfect jobs and lives..} Willow wiped her tears away quickly when the door opened, focusing on the food instead. Tara paused in the doorway for a second before approaching her again, but keeping a distance. “How would you like a road trip after you’re done?” Willow paused mid-chew, staring at her, baffled. {She must know that would be a huge risk - Buffy will surely find us! Or is she moving away from Sunnydale-? Please not the second one-!} “Just a short trip. I figure you would like to pick out some clothes and books of your liking. Perhaps we could go to a restaurant too.” Willow finished chewing, gulping it down before speaking,
“That uh.. That would be great.” Willow figured - or hoped - Tara had already eaten, so the restaurant would be for her benefit only - so why? At least it would give Buffy a better chance to find them.
“Wonderful. I’ll go get some clothes for you to wear out.”

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When Willow had finished eating and getting dressed, they headed out of the mansion. Willow cowered behind Tara like a child the whole way out, hiding from the hungry stares of the minions. Tara had made it clear that she wouldn’t let anything happen to her, and for some odd reason, Willow believed her. The car had tinted windows with a black cloth over each one to block the sun in the daytime, though Willow assumed Tara mostly drove at night since driving with your sight impaired was quite dangerous, but then again, she was already dead. Tara opened the passenger side door for her, waving for her to get in. Even though she was still skeptical of motives, Willow got in the car, wincing when she shut the door. {Maybe she’s taking me somewhere to kill me..} Willow fretted as the vampire went to the other side of the car, {Buffy and The Gang could end up searching for me forever, not knowing I was dead!} Wincing again when Tara got in the car and closed her door, Willow pushed back the cloth, trying to enjoy being outside again. {But if she were to kill me, why wouldn’t she do it here? Besides, after all the ‘work’ shes done with me, I doubt she’d kill me that easily.} Willow nodded to herself, staring at the stars. Tara pulled the cloth off the other windows and the windshield, quiet as she started driving. {I can watch where shes going, and then if I get the chance to escape or tell Buffy-! No - She already said she’d kill her..} Tara’s eyes flicked towards her as she sighed deeply, but she didn’t comment on it. Willow looked back up at the stars, making out the constellations quietly.
“The Big Pineapple.” Willow narrowed her eyes in confusion, looking to the vampire when she spoke. Tara glanced at her again, clearing her throat before explaining, “I never really understood the ‘real’ constellations.. So I made my own.” She took one hand off the steering wheel to point out a series of stars, “The Big Pineapple.”
“I see it!” Willow exclaimed excitedly, a smile shining on her face in less than a second. Tara smiled too, “Could you.. Show me more-?” Gleefully, Tara continued to point out made up constellations as they drove, until she ran out, causing a sad Willow. “Aw man.. Those were cool…” The redhead muttered like a grumpy child.
“Maybe one night.. We could make some more, together.” Willow paused, {Is she asking my on like a.. Star gazing date-? Oh gods, what am I getting myself into-?}
“I.. Uh.. That would.. That would be great.” Willow admitted shyly, pushing some hair over her ear. She didn’t see Tara’s smile grow wider, drilling the new constellations in her brain. The car suddenly jerked to the right, startling Willow out of her tiny daze with a squeal. One of Tara’s arms shot out to hold her against the seat, preventing her from hitting the dashboard or the window.
“Sorry! Almost missed the road-” Tara hastily explained as Willow recollected herself, trying to remember how to breathe again. Willow looked back out the window, frowning. The ‘road’ was a dirt path that led into the forest. {Oh god - she /is/ going to kill me!} Willow was tense against the seat, relaxing into confusion instead as Tara drove towards a mountainside. Her fear quickly heightened, and she grabbed the door handle, trying to escape from the car as it drove steadily towards a rocky death. {The doors locked! Oh god!} Tara glanced at her, “Don’t worry, It’ll be okay, just wait..” Willow trembled, squeezing her eyes shut, sure the car was about to crash and kill her. After a couple seconds of steady driving and no crashing, she hesitantly opened them, amazed to see they had gone /into/ the mountain, which had been hollowed out and made into some underground town. “There’s a spell to conceal the entrance,” Tara explained softly, “So only certain people know where it is… Welcome to The Demons Plaza.” Willow looked around in awe as Tara turned into a row of parking spots. Indeed, the place was full of vampires and other demons that walked around, chatting amongst themselves carelessly, some carrying shopping bags. With a pang of fear, Willow noticed that some carried chains that were attached to other humans that were pale and sluggish, dressed scantily in leather. Tara looked at her again, “Don’t worry Willow, I won’t let anything happen to you.” For some reason, Willow trusted her promise, nodding slowly, waiting for Tara to come around and open her door for her, not wanting to be alone in a place filled with demons for even a second. Tara helped her out gently, keeping a careful hold on her hand. Willow cowered further into her, looking around fearfully. Tara started to walk confidently down the sidewalks, so Willow followed closely.{No chance of Buffy being here..}Tara waved towards a door, walking to it with Willow close on her arm, opening the door and holding it for her. Willow looked around again, her heart lifted when she realized it was a bookstore. She rushed forward without letting go of Taras hand, glancing back at the smiling vampire. “Pick out anything you want.” Willow nodded, going straight for the science fiction. Tara watched with a gentle smile as Willow browsed the books, looking at her every now and then when she picked one up. Tara nodded every time, waving to the basket she had grabbed. Soon, the basket was full of books, and Willow finally looked at it sheepishly,
“T-That should be enough..” Tara chuckled, holding out an arm for her, which Willow accepted happily, to her shock. After buying the books, they left that store, going to another and another until Willows stomach growled and Taras arms were full with bags. They went back to the car to put the bags in the trunk, then they went to one of the restaurants. As they were seated, Willow frowned in confusion.
“What is it?” Tara asked in concern, ready to leave if the girl was upset somehow.
“Why are there so many restaurants in a demon plaza? They don’t eat human food, right-?” Tara calmed, laughing quietly,
“Not all demons eat blood or such. There are some that /do/ eat human food, and sometimes, vampires will eat it too.. Just for the taste or whatever. Besides, its easier to run a business when your cooks don’t want to eat every bit of food they cook.” Willow nodded slowly, as if comprehending the sentence. She tensed when a demon came up to them, but calmed when Tara put a hand on her knee. For whatever reason, Tara wouldn’t let anything harm her. The demon stared at her for a moment, licking his lips,
“She doesn’t seem like a pet. Seems more like you're running with.. Fluffy humans now. Perhaps someone should just take care of her for you-” Tara growled at the demon, showing her fangs.
“How I treat my pets is no business of yours. You're simply a minion here, correct? Just here to be commanded? Then fetch whatever my pet would like and some whiskey for me, and do it without that ugly sneer, will you?” The demon stared at Tara for a moment before backing down, ducking his head. “And keep your filthy eyes off her.” Tara added menacingly, adding to the demons fear, nodding to Willow.
“J-Just the a-alfredo pl-please-?” The demon nodded, rushing off. Willow looked back at Tara, frowning, “ ‘Pet’ ?” Tara blinked at her, then nodded slowly,
“Thats how you are seen to these demons. A demon will normally respect another having a human pet - its like.. A dog or something to us-” Willow raised her eyebrows, {She thinks i'm like a dog-?} “I still have a reputation, Willow, and if they think i'm just.. ‘Hanging out’ with humans, that will go down the drain. I would be shunned. So yes, Willow, out here, I will call you my pet. Which means you must act like one - you need to obey me while we’re out here, no matter what. I won’t have you wear leather or a chain, but you need to play the part a little. Understand?” Willow went over that in her head for a moment before nodding.
“So.. its only an act, right? I’m not actually your… ‘pet’.. Am I?” The demon returning with their orders saved Tara from having to answer. The demon stared at Willow again until Tara growled, and then it rushed away with a hasty,
“Enjoy-!” Willow hungrily dug into the food, realizing for the first time that day that they had missed lunch. Glancing at Tara for a moment, she hoped that it hadn't affected her. Willow wanted to eat her dinner, not /become/ dinner. Tara just sipped her drink, watching her, but not hungrily. Gulping down a mouthful of food, Willow tried to make conversation,
“Should you really be drinking that before driving?” She cringed at her own question, {This is a vampire, Willow, not some alcoholic human.} Tara just smiled,
“It takes more to get a vampire drunk than it does a human.” Quietly, Willow commented,
"So Spike must've really drank A LOT.." Tara frowned,
"Spike? As in William The Bloody? Druisillas childe, grandchilde of Angelus? When and why have you seen him drunk?" The protective edge to the blondes question sent goosebumps up Willows arms.
"Well uh.. A while back Dru cheated on him with a chaos demon-" Tara smirked,
"A chaos demon? Man she must've been desperate." Willow tried not to return the smirk,
"Yeah but the thing was that /he/ was desperate too. Being friends with the slayer and all, he had seen and heard of me, so he knew I could do certain spells-" Tara tilted her head at that,
"You practice?" Willow shrugged,
"I've tried. I can float a pencil and do some basic spells that sometimes backfire.. But other than that.. Not really. I tried to join this Wicca group so I could get more powerful or whatever.. But they had no clue what they were talking about. I mean, come on, Bake sales?" Tara blinked in confusion at that, but Willow pushed on, "So he kidnapped me and my friend Xander-"
"Where was the slayer when this happened?" Willow shifted uncomfortably,
"Well uh… Him and I were alone-" Tara raised her eyebrows "No no not like- no, I was trying to /stop/ the- It never should've happened- ANYWAY-" Tara chuckled, "So he came in and wacked Xander on the head with this metal box thingy.. And uh yeah.. He threatened to kill him if I didn't do the spell for him and.." Tara set her drink down for a second,
"You did a love spell for two vampires?" Willow shook her head, then looked down, fidgeting,
"No.. I needed ingredients to do it so he went out to get them and er.. Before he got back something.. Something happened.. But it's not important - all I meant was that he was REALLY drunk - he threatened to stab my brain with a broken bottle and-" Willow stopped when she heard a slight growl in Taras throat, which the vampire covered with another sip of her drink.
"Thats… interesting." Willow shrugged, finishing off the last of her meal,
"Sadly being kidnapped as a scoobie isn't as uncommon as I'd hope." Willow tried not to make the comment too pointed at the vampire, since she had started being nicer to her, and she didn't want to ruin it. Tara caught the small edge in the girls voice, but didn't comment on it.
"How many times have you been kidnapped?" Willow frowned, taking a gulp of her drink,
"Well the first time.. I dont know if it was so much kidnapping-? I kinda followed the guy.." Tara cocked her head to the side, "I was told to.. 'Seize The Day' by my best friend 'cause I had never gotten a date.. So I found a guy and talked to him. Turns out he was a vampire, and the cemetery was in fact, NOT a shortcut to the ice cream bar." Tara pondered that for a minute,
"What happened?"
"Well, he was actually bringing me as a snack for the master, and his friend was bringing my friend Jesse too, but Buffy got there in time to save.." Willow looked down, eyes glazed in grief. "To save me.. But Jesse didn't make it.." Tara reached out to put a hand on Willows,
"I'm sorry." Willow sniffled and nodded,
"The next time was when uh.. I had a.. Computer boyfriend who turned out to be a homicidal robot-" Tara lifted her eyebrows at that, "Then there was the time with Spike, then this rogue slayer Faith was working for the evil mayor and they decided to use me as bait and/or trade for this box thing that Buffy took. Thankfully, no more kidnappings for me until-" She refrained from saying 'Until now'. Tara made a 'Hm' sound, nodding slowly.
"Are you ladies done with your meals-?" The demon waiter asked as he inched back over to them. Willow nodded. "Any desert tonight-?" Willow blinked at Tara, shaking her head.
"Not tonight." The demon nodded and handed Tara the bill, which she quickly paid before gesturing to Willow to get up. Willow followed her out of the restaurant closely, shocked to hear the sound of laughter as they headed towards the car. Looking towards the source, she saw a large demon with a smaller one who she assumed was a child, picking the child up and swinging him around playfully as a parent would, the 'airplane' game. Tara had stopped walking to look back at me, "Not all demons are bad, Willow. Some have souls - but society won't accept them either way. They'd be killed or worse. Thats why they come down here - they don't have the privileges that humans do." Willow paused a second to take that in, her mind swirling. Had she helped Buffy kill an innocent, souled demon before? Had there been a worried family, waiting for their father to come home? {No. Buffy only ever killed dangerous demons. She didn't kill Clem - he's a demon. She didn't kill that one demon salesman with the books, Faith did, right?} Tara sighed and took her hand, leading her forward. Willow was absorbed in her thoughts as they drove back to the mansion. "What's going on in your head right now?" Tara asked softly as they climbed the stairs to the bedroom.
"I just.. I'm just wondering if I've ever helped kill an innocent demon.. Like.. What if I caused a little baby demon to be an orphan-?" Tara opened the bedroom door and waved her inside,
"I doubt you have. From what I've seen, your slayer always has a reason to kill. There have been ruthless slayers who have killed innocents in the past, but your Buffy isn't one of them. Neither are you." Willow headed for the bed with a yawn, not protesting when Tara laid next to her. "You have a wonderful heart, Willow. Never change that." Willow snuggled into the blankets, {Why is she being so nice to me? Is it a trap?} She wondered, {Her compliment and affection seem genuine, but how can they be? She's a vampire!} As Willow started to drift off to sleep, she thought, {Maybe she's different.}
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