Haunting
A/N : This is a Willow/Tara fic. Kind of. It's happening just after 'Conversations With Dead People' in S7 and Willow is having dreams about what Cassie had told her. .. pretty short.
Song -Haunting Me - Stabbing Westward
Everywhere I go I see your face.
And every sound I hear
is the sound of your voice.
Willow Rosenburg tossed and turned in her bed. Earlier that night she had spoken to the 'ghost' of Cassie Newton. A teenaged girl that was counseled by Buffy, and died of a heart problem in her family. Willow thought it was odd Cassie had come to talk to her, but she said that Tara had told her it was important.
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why can't I let you go? Go?
Willow was standing in the middle of the Bronze and Tara had just entered. She was glaring at Willow like she was discusting. Willow frowned, feeling guilty but had no reason as to why.
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Tara had disappeared out of thin air. The room suddenly became empty and Willow's eyes grew large and black, she began to scream towards the sky, her voice a screeching halt. This was just like Cassie fortold. She had been warned.
Everything about me is a lie,
At least it feels that way
when I look in your eyes now.
The room shifted and Willow, with her bulging black eyes and long black hair scowled looking around the new room in confusion. It was Buffy's livingroom. There, Willow saw red headed self talking with Kennedy, her girlfriend. They were giggling and laughing. It stopped.
The truth scares the shit out of me.
Whoever said love is real,
or love is blood,
has never felt the way that I feel.
Tara appeared with a pained expression crossing her features. Kennedy stood up, confused. Willow watched as Tara ripped the heart from her girlfriend's body. Blood spilled and Kennedy screamed, but they immediatley stopped as she fell to the floor.
What does it matter?
What's done is done,
and I should get on with my life.
"See Willow? You betrayed me! Your going to kill them all! It's all your fault!" Tara screamed, holding Kennedy's heart out to the raven haired Wicca.
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
"No... NO! Tara why are you doing this?! This isn't.. it isn't you!!" Willow shouted in bitterness and pushed back her forming tears. Tara continued to come closer, causing the teary eyed Willow to move backwards against the door.
I don't know what it means
but I can't seem to make myself forget.
Was it something that you said?
Or is it all the guilt inside my head?
"From Beneath you it devours." And with that, the form of Tara, Willow's ex-lover, sprouted into a large serpant with fangs that seeped a deadly venom.
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Willow shot up from her bed in an utter daze. Her hair was mussed and cold sweat covered her pale body. She trembled with fright.
"Tara?" She asked softly.
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?