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Spoilers: Season 7 Same Time, Same Place
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Warning: Parts of this story contains scenes of extreme violence. Please do not read if you are underage or
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Pairing: Willow/Tara
Summary: Willow returns to Sunnydale from England and dreams of Tara with unexpected results.
Buffy jumped over the headstone and pushed Xander out of the way of the vampire ready to pounce on him. She slammed the vampire in the chest as Xander went flying.
"Ewww!" Buffy said, wrinkling her nose. "Didn't your mother teach you to shower when you wake up?"
To Buffy's disappointment, the creature did not respond to her taunting, it only continued forward towards the slayer.
Buffy grabbed the arm the vampire thrust towards her throat and twisted it behind its back in a move she'd performed a hundred times before. To Buffy's disgust, the arm came free in her grasp.
"Gah!" she cried and threw the arm away from her. It landed next to Xander who hastily crawled away from it as it continued to twitch.
Buffy pulled a stake from her sleeve and rammed it home in the vampire's chest. It exploded in a pungent cloud of dust.
"Oh gods!" she coughed. "What a stink!"
Xander looked back toward the arm, but it too had disappeared. He stood up on shaky legs.
"Uh, Buffy," he said. "Excuse me if I'm wrong, but I don't think that was your average, garden-variety vampire."
"No," Buffy said, the worry evident in her voice. "Looked like one, I mean, fangs, bumpy head, ugly face and it poofed like one, but the stench! And I ripped its arm off like it was attached with string cheese."
"Almost like it was more dead than usual," Xander speculated.
Buffy looked at him, her eyes narrowing in thought.
"Almost like a zombie," she said.
Xander's eyebrows climbed his forehead. "A zombie vampire? Can life on the Hellmouth get any more weird?"
"Yeah, it can," Buffy said darkly. "I'll walk you home and then we'll call it a night. Come by in the morning and we'll check it out. See if Willow and Dawn found out anything useful."
"Buffy," Xander said, a sick look on his face. "You don't think this is related to Tara's body being missing?"
Buffy's expression matched his own.
"Let's hope not," Buffy's tone was grim.
Buffy walked into the darkened house on Ravello Drive. She headed upstairs and peeked in on Dawn who was sleeping peacefully.
Buffy looked at Willow's closed door and debated whether to bother her friend or not. Buffy cracked open the door and looked toward the bed through the dim light from the hall.
"Willow?"
The bed was empty and unused.
Buffy threw open the door and turned on the light as she entered. Nothing seemed to be out of place or disturbed. Buffy turned on her heels and stomped down the stairs.
She picked up the phone and was about to dial Xander's number, when she heard a key in the lock.
"Buffy?" Willow said.
"Willow!" Buffy said and put the phone down. "Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?"
Willow's face darkened at Buffy's tone. "I was out, Mom. Does this mean I'm grounded?"
Buffy blinked in surprise. "No! No, I'm sorry, Will. Just threw me when I found you gone."
Willow nodded and started up the stairs. "Okay. ‘Night."
"Willow!"
Willow stopped and looked down at Buffy and raised an eyebrow.
"Will, is everything okay?" Buffy asked.
Willow sighed and Buffy could feel the tension ease a bit.
"I'm fine, Buff," she answered. "I'm gonna take a shower. If you want to talk why don't you meet me downstairs afterwards?"
Buffy considered as she looked at her friend. Willow looked tired, as she had ever since she had returned from England. She wanted nothing better than to allow her friend to rest, but as the Slayer she had a responsibility to save the world, even if it meant using her friends. And Willow had come home to help.
"See you in a few," Buffy said and turned toward the kitchen.
Willow dried her hair with a towel as she left the bathroom. She knew Buffy was waiting for her, but was reluctant to face the Slayer at the moment. Willow sat at her desk and looked at the small mirror tacked to the shelf. Her eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed, but fortunately there was no sign of black. The magic she had used against Tara earlier that evening had had no lasting effects.
Willow flushed at the memory of the passion she shared with Tara that evening. At first Willow imagined it was more passionate because of the time they had been apart, but Willow knew that wasn't true. Not even when Tara had taken her back after months of separation was it as intense.
Vampire sex, Willow thought. Raw, wet and primal. No Sarah McLachlan love there and even wilder than the wildest monkey love. Willow had ravaged Tara like she never had before, taking her roughly again and again, claiming the vampire as her own. Willow opened up the towel wrapped around her and looked down at her body. And it looks like Tara had done some ravaging of her own, she thought grimly. Welts, scratches and the occasional bite mark surrounded the newly healed skin on her stomach.
Willow sighed and grabbed a pair of pajamas. Time to face the music, she thought as she began to dress.
Buffy was sitting at the large dining room table, a pile of books stacked near her and a pot of tea and cups laid out on the table. She glanced up at Willow as she entered.
"Hey," she began. "I need you to check for any references about strange vampires."
Willow frowned and grabbed a cup as she sat at the computer on the table. "Strange vamps?"
"Yeah," Buffy said. "Xander and I fought a really creepy vamp tonight. It was like a cross between a vampire and a zombie."
"A zombie-vamp?" Willow asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"Weird, I know." Buffy said and picked up another book. "Remember those zombies we fought senior year? It was like those, all smelly and scaly and flaky. But it was also a vamp…fangs, typical vampire face, and it definitely set off my vamp senses."
"That is weird," Willow said.
"So, I need help getting a handle on it. I don't like surprises." Buffy continued to turn the pages of her book.
Willow could feel her friend's eyes on her as she booted up the computer. She knew Buffy wanted to talk further about her whereabouts tonight, but was respecting her privacy. Willow wanted to share with her best friend, but this thing with Tara was too new and she couldn't trust Buffy not to immediately go after her.
"Did you talk to Anya today?" Buffy casually asked, still looking at her book.
"No," Willow said, not lying, but not telling Buffy she had not bothered to look for Anya. "Must be off somewhere exacting vengeance."
Buffy sighed, fearing that a confrontation with Anya would come sooner than she was prepared to deal with. "Dawn and Xander didn't find anything useful about what I found at the cemetery."
"Oh," Willow said. "Well, that's okay, Buffy. This weird vamp should take center stage. I think it represents more of a danger to you than a missing body."
"Will…" Buffy began and finally looked at her friend.
"What?"
"Are you okay? I mean, with Tara being the missing body and all?"
Willow felt tears in her eyes. "Tara's dead, Buffy."
"Yeah, but what if some freak has taken her and…"
"Buffy!" Willow said sharply. "She's dead. You remember where you were when you were dead? You were there before I took you away from that place. Do you doubt that Tara didn't deserve to go there too?"
Buffy sat and felt her own eyes mist. "Tara had the most gentle soul of all of us…even Mom."
"Exactly," Willow said and reached for her friend's hand.
"Yes, Willow," Buffy said. "Tara deserves to be there."
"And nothing will disturb her, Buffy. No matter what happened or happens to the shell that contained her soul, she'll stay at peace."
Willow wanted to continue, but suddenly a strange feeling swept over her body. Every inch of her skin was suddenly flushed with an unnatural heat and she felt herself breaking out in a sweat.
"Willow?" Buffy asked, pulling her hand away quickly. She looked a her hand as if it was contaminated, as if she had touched something unpleasant. She looked back at Willow. "What's wrong?"
"Oh goddess!" Willow cried and gripped the edges of the table in her hands.
"Willow!" Buffy cried, alarmed. She realized that the hair on the back of her neck was standing up and she looked around in confusion for a danger she couldn't see.
Willow jumped up and ran for the bathroom, a hand to her mouth. As the contents of her stomach came gushing out into the bowl, she realized what was causing her nausea. Tara was feeding.
Buffy followed a moment later and grabbed a washcloth and held it under the tap. "Willow?"
Willow shook her head as another contraction hit her, but this time she could only dry heave. After what seemed an eternity, the sensation faded, but Willow knew with an unnatural certainty that Tara had killed her victim. Through the connection with the vampire, Willow felt the bloodlust for the kill and the joy and satisfaction it brought her undead lover.
Willow pulled some paper off the roll and wiped her mouth. She grabbed the bottle of mouthwash sitting on the sink and swigged, spitting into the bowl. After several rinsing repeatedly, she finally put the bottle back on the sink. Buffy reached down and held the cool cloth to Willow's fevered forehead. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."
The Slayer half-carried the shaking redhead to her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Before she even realized what she was doing, she grabbed a crucifix from the nightstand and pressed it to Willow's chest.
"Buffy?" Willow asked weakly. "What are you doing?"
Buffy tossed the cross back. "Sorry. Slayer senses. Felt a vampire. If there can be zombie-vamps, then why not body-possessing vamps?"
"Oh no," Willow moaned, realizing Buffy could sense Tara through her. She groaned and pushed herself halfway up on the bed and leaned against the headboard. "No, I'm definitely not a vampire."
"Are you okay?" Buffy asked as she sat down next to her friend.
"Yes," Willow replied. "I think it was something I…ate." Willow swallowed down the remembered taste of blood in her mouth.
"Stay away from the Doublemeat. Those veggie burgers are not all they're cracked up to be," Buffy offered.
Willow gave the Slayer a ghost of a smile. "Okay, I'll stay away from that place."
"Look, Willow. About tonight…I'm worried about you. It's not like you to be all secretive. You've always been honest girl, ever since I first met you." Buffy took Willow's hand in her own.
"I'm sorry, Buffy," Willow said. "I know I've got a lot of making up to do and it's going to take a lot of time before you and Xander and Dawn and even Giles can learn to trust me again. But Buffy, I swear to you by the Earth and the goddess that I will allow no harm to come to you or those you love and I swear that I will never use magic again against you or Xander or Dawn or anyone else you love." Willow squeezed Buffy's hand in promise.
Buffy squeezed gently back. "Thank you, Willow. That means a lot to me. But please, please promise me that you'll include yourself in that as well."
"Me?" Willow asked.
"Yes, you!" Buffy said. "You're one of those whom I love and hold dear. Please don't bring harm to yourself, alright?"
Willow smiled sadly. "I'll try, but you know we are all responsible for our own karma."
Buffy nodded and let go of Willow's hand. "Now, get some sleep. We'll worry about zombie-vamps tomorrow."
Willow woke to the sound of the phone ringing in her ear. She reached over to the nightstand, wincing at the bruises that had sprung up overnight and picked up the handset.
"Hello?"
"Willow," Tara said in her ear. "Good morning, lover."
Willow sat up in her bed, ignoring the pain of her stiff muscles as she heard the low sultry voice.
"Tara?" Willow said, keeping her voice down.
"Who else would it be? How many other lovers do you have? Pick up a couple in jolly old England? Or maybe you satisfied a few of your girlhood fantasies with a certain bespectacled Watcher while you were there?"
Willow ignored the taunts. "It's daylight. Shouldn't you be resting?"
"Got things to do, people to see! Or is that people to do, things to see? In any case, time is a-wasting and I want you with me. Meet me around the corner in twenty minutes. Pack an overnight bag."
"What? Overnight…? Tara, what are you talking about? It's daytime, are you ready to go poof?"
Tara laughed, "Oh ye of little faith, my darling. Get dressed. I'll be waiting."
Willow placed the handset back in its cradle and rubbed a hand over her eyes. She glanced at the clock and saw she had been sleeping only a few hours. The weariness threatened to wash over her and all she wanted was to get back to sleep, but the tone in Tara's voice compelled her to get up. She quickly used the bathroom, grateful that the doors to both Buffy's and Dawn's rooms were still closed and then hastily dressed. She threw a few things in a bag and left a scribbled note on her bed for Buffy.
Leaving the house, the cool autumn air helped clear her head. She walked quickly and as she rounded the corner she saw a black van idling at the curb. It looked eerily like the nerdmobile, including the blacked out windows. As she approached, the passenger door opened.
"Tara?" Willow asked as she looked into the van.
Tara was sitting behind the wheel of the van. The windshield and windows had been soaped over leaving only a sliver clear to view the road.
"Get in, beautiful," Tara said with a smile that brought warmth to Willow's stomach.
Willow climbed in the van and threw her bag in the back. She closed the door and looked at Tara as the blond put the van into gear and drove away from the curb.
"You're looking better," Willow commented. "Cleaned up a bit, got some new clothes." Tara was dressed all in black: jeans, boots and a Melissa Etheridge tee shirt. Willow noticed the black biker's leather jacket hooked over the back of Tara's seat.
Tara chuckled as she drove. "After you left last night, I made a new friend over at that dyke bar you always tried to get me to go to. If I had known it was that much fun, I would have gone with you. Oh well, plenty of time in the future, right?"
Willow cleared a small space on her window so she could look out at the passing scenery. "So, she took you home and you helped yourself to her stuff after you killed her."
"Don't worry, hon. She went with a smile on her face." Tara laughed and then looked at Willow who sat in silence. "What? Don't tell me you're jealous!"
Willow thought about it and realized she was not jealous; the girl had meant nothing to Tara. For Tara, she was only a means to an end. "No," she said finally turning to Tara. "Not jealous. Just a bit upset about the killing. I felt it."
Tara nodded. "I know. I'm sorry about that." Willow's heart skipped a beat as Tara made that quirky movement with her lips that was so reminiscent of the old Tara whenever she felt chagrin or embarrassment. Then Willow remembered the chagrin Tara was feeling was because Willow was a partner to murder.
Tara continued, "I think in time we'll learn to control this connection, block out certain undesirable feelings."
Willow was touched by the sincerity in Tara's voice. She knew that she was sitting next to a cold-blooded killer, but it wasn't as if she hadn't associated with or was even friends with cold-blooded killers before. Life on the Hellmouth was bound to make for some strange bedfellows. And she could feel through the connection she shared with the vampire that Tara truly regretted the pain she had caused Willow.
"Where are we going?" she asked as she noticed Tara was heading for the freeway.
"I've got a thermos full of coffee if you want it, but you might want to get some rest. I doubt you'll be getting much sleep tonight again." Tara said, pointing to the space between the seats. Willow picked up the thermos and opened it. She breathed deeply and realized that Tara had made it just the way she liked it.
"Thanks for the coffee," Willow said, pouring some into a travel mug she found near the thermos. "Want some?"
"Not now, my love. Maybe later." Tara said and smiled sweetly at her.
"Where are we going?" Willow asked again.
"Oh, just a little road trip. Some things I need to take care of."
"Road trip? What things?" Willow asked, a cold feeling of dread replacing the warmth from the coffee.
"Just some unfinished business," Tara said and Willow shivered at the tone in her voice. "I'm feeling the need for closure."
"Tara," Willow asked for the third time. "Where are we going?"
Tara smiled again at Willow, but this time it brought no comfort.
"Home," Tara said and Willow's heart dropped.
Willow spent most of the day in silence. She dozed for a few hours and woke up when she felt the van jolt. She peered out the window and saw it was dusk. Tara was maneuvering the van carefully down a badly maintained dirt road.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Tara said with a note of cheer in her voice.
"Where are we?" Willow asked.
"Almost there," Tara said and turned the van off the road onto an even worse track. To Willow, it looked like a horse trail.
"This is not a road," Willow pointed out.
"Right you are!" Tara said. "But it's good enough to get where we're going and the van will be hidden."
"You lived here?"
"Nearby. See the creek up ahead?" Tara pointed.
Willow peered through the trees and saw a glimmer of water. She nodded.
"That creek runs past the old homestead," Tara said. "I spent countless hours exploring the countryside around here on horseback. I know it like the back of my hand."
"How far are we from the ranch?" Willow asked. She knew Tara's family boarded horses, but never made much more than living at it.
"A mile or so," Tara said. "We'll wait here a while for things to settle down and then go pay our respects."
Tara stopped the van, parking under a tree where it was nearly invisible from the trail. She grabbed a few things from the back and opened the driver's door.
"Coming?" she asked Willow and jumped out.
Willow checked to see if there was any coffee left in the thermos and then headed out of the van. With the sun down, the night was chilly, but not unpleasant. "Tara?" she called.
"Over here!"
Willow followed the sound of Tara's voice and found her setting up a picnic at the edge of the creek. A small gas lantern provided a soft yellow glow. Tara looked up as Willow approached.
"Hey," Tara said and opened up an ice cooler. "Sit. Make yourself comfortable."
Willow sat at the edge of the blanket Tara had laid out on the ground. She watched as Tara pulled out a wine bottle and a couple of glasses from a picnic basket and set them on the blanket. Tara smiled at her and laid out several wrapped packages and a couple of blood bags from the cooler. Willow recognized them as being from the same blood bank they got Spike's supply.
Tara followed Willow's gaze to the bags. "I'm not going to hunt tonight, but I still need to eat."
Willow nodded. "It's okay. It's better." She grabbed the bottle of wine. "Corkscrew?"
"Here," Tara said.
Willow opened the wine and poured herself a glass and emptied the contents of one of the bags into the other. Tara smiled at the gesture and lifted her glass in a toast.
"Here's to us and new beginnings," she said and looked at Willow expectantly.
"New beginnings," Willow agreed and clinked her glass against Tara's.
Tara handed Willow a sandwich and then leaned back on one arm as she sipped from her glass. Willow watched Tara as she took a bite of the sandwich. She probed through the connection and found that the taste of blood in Tara's mouth did not bother her. Tara chuckled and looked at her.
"Not like last night, is it?" she asked Willow.
"No," Willow said. "No bad feelings."
Tara nodded. "Not the same feeling for me either, my love. It's cold, lifeless, devoid of passion. Just a bit of nourishment. Like drinking a tasteless protein shake instead of sitting down to a full meal at a five-star restaurant. It's survival, not life."
Willow sighed. "I'm sorry, Tara. I'd prefer it if you didn't kill."
"I know," Tara said and looked at the creek. "I would like to promise you I won't, but I can't lie to you, Willow."
"Thank you for honesty at least." Willow said with a touch of bitterness in her voice.
"It's true, Willow," Tara said. "I can't lie to you. You're my sire, you'd know a lie in an instant."
Willow nodded, accepting the truth of this. "But you'll still kill?"
"I'm a killer, Willow. It's what I am. It's what you made me to be."
Willow closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. "Spike doesn't kill. Neither does Angel."
Tara laughed. "Spike doesn't kill because he can't, not because he won't. Angel doesn't kill because he has a conscience and a mission to serve the Powers That Be. I'm sure he could be just as ruthless as the rest of humanity."
"Couldn't I…?" Willow began. "Tara, couldn't I be your conscience?"
Tara looked at her. "You, Willow? You be my conscience? I think you need to work on your own conscience first before you can be mine, don't you?"
Willow nodded. "I guess you're right," she acknowledged. She finished her wine and Tara poured her another glass. "So, what happens now? Why are we here? And is it so bad that you're trying to get me drunk?"
Tara laughed. "No, my love. I'm not trying to get you drunk. And as for tonight, let's worry about that later. Right now, I'm enjoying being here with you. It's a beautiful night, don't you think?"
"Is this where you'd come to look at stars?" Willow asked looking up at the sky.
"Yep!" Tara said and stretched out on the blanket. She reached a hand over the blanket to Willow and tugged the redhead closer. "Come lay beside me? Please?"
Willow put aside her wine glass and snuggled into Tara's arms. As Willow laid her head on Tara's chest, she sighed, missing Tara's former warmth and the reassuring beat of her heart.
Tara picked up on Willow's emotions and kissed her gently on the forehead. "I'm sorry, Willow. I'm not like I was before. I can't be."
"I know," Willow said. "I can't expect you to be." Willow thought for a moment. "It's like how lions and wolves and even hyenas have to follow their nature and hunt and kill cute little bunnies and baby deer for survival. You can't expect them to be anything other than what they are. It's just that…" Willow stopped.
"It's just that my kind does not hunt cute little bunnies, do we?" Tara finished for her.
"No, you don't," Willow said and pressed her face into Tara's chest to hide her shame.
Tara ran her hands over Willow's back and lifted up the back of her shirt. Willow shivered at the cool touch and the even cooler night brushing over her skin.
"You know what it's like, don't you Willow?" Tara asked, not stopping the motion of her hand.
"What…what do you mean?"
"The hunt," Tara said and deftly undid the snap of Willow's bra. "You've hunted, haven't you?"
"Yes," Willow said and shifted in Tara's arms to allow freer access.
"You hunted down a god after she hurt me," Tara said and pulled Willow's shirt over her head. "You paid her back in pain and then took back what she had taken from you. You took back what was yours."
"You!" Willow said as Tara pulled off her bra and then lowered her mouth and took Willow's nipple between her teeth in a gentle bite.
"You hunted your own baby deer, my little lioness. Did you feel the power when you took its life?"
"Yes," Willow moaned.
"You hunted down my killer, didn't you Willow?" Tara asked as she looked up at her lover.
Willow met her gaze.
"Yes!" she replied savagely, her eyes flashing in anger. "He killed you and he hurt Buffy. She would have died also if I hadn't removed his bullet from her chest and healed the damage it did to her. Not even the modern marvels of medicine could have prevented her death. I only wish…" Willow stopped, her anger turning to amazement.
"You only wish what?" Tara asked, a secret grin on her face.
"I only wish I hadn't killed him so quickly," Willow admitted.
Tara growled and allowed her demon face to emerge, eyes flashing yellow in the night. "You're as much a predator as I am, Willow. Is it any wonder you brought me back this way?"
"No, I understand it now," Willow said. "I won't ask you not to kill. I won't like it when you do, but I won't ask it of you."
Tara smiled and her features smoothed to normal. "Thank you, my love. I wouldn't expect you to be anything but what you are either. I know you'll continue to fight by the Slayer's side, and I won't like it when you do, but I won't ask you to stop."
"Good," Willow said and grabbed Tara's face between her hands. "Now that we understand each other, can you just be kissing me now?"
Tara growled again as her lips met Willow's and demanded entrance. Willow ran her hands through Tara's hair as she pulled the blond vampire's head closer and thrust her tongue inside Tara's mouth, tasting the metallic copper of the blood Tara had consumed. Willow moaned with pleasure.
"Tara," Willow gasped as she at last broke the kiss.
Tara lifted herself off of Willow and sat up, straddling Willow's thighs. She looked down at the half naked redhead glowing pale in the darkness of the night.
"Willow," she breathed. Tara's hands moved to Willow's waist and began to undo the buttons on her jeans.
Willow felt her breath quicken as Tara's hands completed their task and then slid under the rough fabric of the denim.
"Naughty Willow," Tara chuckled. "You left the house without panties on. What would your mother say?"
Willow raised herself up and slid her hands under Tara's tee shirt. "Who's naughty now? Hmm? No bra? Not like you, Tara."
Tara closed her eyes as Willow's hands caressed her breasts, bringing the nipples erect. Tara grinned down at Willow and with a quick movement lifted the shirt over head. She pressed her hands against Willow's, increasing the pressure.
"Oh, I'm naughty, lover. I'm very naughty," Tara purred.
"Skin," Willow whispered. "I want more skin."
Tara leaned back and before Willow could miss her presence, Tara had both of them naked and was pressing the full-length of her body against Willow's.
"Like that?" Tara asked.
"Oh yes!" Willow moaned and pressed her breasts against Tara's.
"You feel so warm," Tara whispered as she began to nibble from Willow's neck to her nipples, running her hands along Willow's back and down to caress the rounded cheeks.
"Oh goddess, Tara!" Willow begged and felt Tara's cool fingers slip deep into her warmth. Willow's hand clenched the blanket underneath her and arched her back in pleasure. Tara pulled her fingers out almost all the way and then pressed in again causing Willow to cry out. Tara added another finger and cried out as she felt Willow's pleasure through the connection.
Willow screamed Tara's name as her body arched off the blanket. Tara held Willow with one arm and thrust into her until Willow's body stopped convulsing. Tara held Willow, relishing her warmth as the redhead's breathing returned to normal.
"Tara," Willow said softly. "Tara."
"I'm here, Willow," Tara said and held her closer as Willow snuggled in her arms. "You should sleep."
"I know," Willow whispered softly and ran a hand over Tara's cool body. She slid the hand downward and sought out the wetness she knew was always there for her, in life and beyond. Sliding a finger between Tara's lips, past the damp blond curls, she let out a deep chuckle and rolled the vampire onto her back, looking into blue eyes darkened in passion.
"But I'm not going to," Willow whispered and in leaned forward to taste her lover.
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