When she opened her eyes, she realized they had been closed. It had just been one moment she was standing, and then the next she was on the ground with her eyes shut. Well, opening.
"Willow?" she called, standing with ease she didn't think possible; "What happened?" she looked around the room, seeing that it was dark and she saw nothing remotely close to her girlfriend, however in one corner of the room there was Dawn. She didn't look like she was doing so well, actually. "Dawnie, what's the matter?" she tried to remember. There was blood, wasn't there? Willow. "Is Willow okay?"
The brunette acted like she couldn't hear her, wavering in her breathing and desperately trying to keep from just breaking into a sob; "You know," she stuttered, not speaking easily and fluently; "when you two broke up, it really scared the hell out of me."
"What do you mean?" she tried to ask softly, though she was already starting to answer.
"I knew you would still be there for me...but I was scared because I didn't know what was going to happen. You two, together, were the only solid thing I had right then..." she wiped her face, sniffeling terribly. She seemed like she had been crying a long time...
"Dawnie, why are you talking like this? What's going on?" finally, she turned her head in the direction she was looking. Her eyes widened with shock at the sight of herself on the floor, and a rather nasty bullet wound if she had to say. Even if it was breathing, she was dead...she knew she had to be. "I get it." she sighed sadly.
"I guess I'm really poor company," the teen trembled. "But I really didn't want you to be alone."
"No, no, you're not..." she attempted comforting the brunette, putting both hands up to her shoulders. They went right through. Tara looked back to her body. Maybe there was a way she could get back into it. She just...couldn't understand, where did that bullet come from? How could she be dead? She approached it, more floating than walking, but taking steps anyways- as was habbit. The blonde laid with her body, molding herself into it, every inch. She inhaled, trying to become one with it. Solidify. Then she stood, waiting to feel the weight of her body with her- rather expecting to.
No such luck. She didn't know why she had expected it to.
"Where did Willow go?" she was still asking her questions out loud, although she knew she couldn't really expect an answer. She shook the thoughts away, and walked towards the teen, who had just gone into a chant of 'you can't be dead, you can't, you can't, you can't...', burrying her face and looking up, as though it would go away. "Sweetie," she said, kneeling down on her level, acting and speaking as though she could hear her. "I'm going to go look for Willow, and try to find out exactly what's going on. Thank you for keeping me company." Tara couldn't help the maternal pang of not being able to comfort the girl she might even consider a neice. The blonde, or what was left of her, anyways, stood, leaving the room through the window. Before now, she always knew how to find Willow...it was simple, a locater chant and she would turn into tiny Tinkerbell girl. But now, she couldn't, or she was pretty sure she couldn't. Luckily, she seemed to be floating, and it didn't take any energy at all to move. Even if she looked all night, she wouldn't get tired. Although, it didn't seem like it was going to take that long. She could feel that magic had been used, and the voice that rung through her was Willow's...a strange, evil twist of Willow.
No....