Author: lj user cryinginside

Pairing: None, just memories..

Title: None yet.

Summary:

lj-cut text "And so it begins.."

Willow remembered what it was like to feel Tara's skin against hers. To feel the brush of her lips. To hear the sound of her voice. The feel of her hair.

It all seemed exotic, unreal. To just be within her presence was heavenly. To feel her lips against Willows own..ecstasy. It was all too pure...happiness at its best.

Willow had just gotten home from Patrol with Buffy. Tara welcomed her home with open arms.

But welcoming her wasn't all she wanted. She enveloped Willow with her warmth, her grace. She kissed Willow oh-so-gracefully and nudged Willow's cheek with her nose. Her voice whispered in Willow's ear: "I'm glad you're home."

Willow was at peace. The sort of peace one most likely found only once. But Willow found it whereever Tara was. Whenever, however.

She returned Tara's affections, kissing her back and running her fingers through Tara's hair.

Everything was perfect then. It seemed as if She herself was Blessing them both, giving them leave to Eden.

Willow was taken aback as warmth trailed down her chest, her torso.. Something broke the sound barrier and things seemed to move all too slow.

Her hands were moved from Tara's body. Heaven's prettiest Angel now lay on the ground, covered in blood, her purity tainted.

Willow opened her mouth to scream, her mind racing with ideas. Fear and hatred coursed through her veins, wishing and hoping for something that could never really happen. She tried to scream, tried to cry, tried to move...nothing responded. Her body stood still.

She realized now that she couldn't move. Her eyes still saw as a white sheet was placed over her head, also covering the rest of her body. Kennedy cried, Buffy silently mourned, Xander and Giles turned away.

She looked down now at herself. Her blood spreading out and soaking the sheet, despite the cover it was supposed to provide.

Jonathan and Andrew were later caught, Warren disappeared. It was rumored that Tara had gone bad and killed Warren. Anya and the others attempted to stop her, but she wouldn't be waived. She was a monsoon of emotion, a force of pain that no one dared reckon with. What she wanted was revenge.

"But Tara, you can't!!", Xander plead. He missed the quiet stuttering Tara, not the one whose heart was plagued with fury.

'Poor Xander,' she thought. 'He doesn't understand. He never can...Willow was mine..was everything I had..and now she's gone.'

Tara held the knife above Jonathan's head and prepared to plunge it down, crushing his skull, taking his life like they dared take Willow's.

And Willow woke, her pillow damp with tears of memory and remorse.

-End

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