Tara strode around the unconscious vampire, panting hard, unsure of why or
what she did. Curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she had acted on
instinct. Now the crumpled figure of a blonde vampire was tied to a chair,
his head tilted to the left, his legs sprawled out. She glanced around the
training room of the Magic Box, the moonlight beaming through the windows.
"Oh Goddess…what have I done?" she whispered, but the blonde witch forced herself to concentrate. She shot a glance at the long lead pipe she had used to knock Spike out, but quickly looked away. "Okay," she said, calming down, "concentrate."
She walked into the circle of white candles to stand in front of the tied up vampire, who looked far from awake. Seeing him lie there…it was like he was just a dead body. Completely pale, no breathing, blood tripping from the cut Tara had given him on his forehead…she shuddered. "Best to get this done quickly," she whispered, and breathed out slowly, holding out her hands in front of her. One held some sort of dried root, and the other only held a vial of water. "Your mind," she said, starting her incantation, "is a closed book. I open it with these words." She held up with water. "I bless and consecrate this water in the name of the Lord and Lady." The water glowed a florescent white. She blessed the root, and tipped it into the vial. The water turned blue.
"My mind," she said, dripping a bit of the water on her forehead. "Your mind." She did the same to Spike, and knelt down in front of him. "Together!" The flames from the candles burned bright, shooting up a few metres, and suddenly, Tara passed out.
Tara found herself in a street straight out of the late 1800's. No one could see her, it was only a memory. She heard snippets of conversation, the words tinged with a cockney accent. "London," she murmured.
She saw a man reading the newspaper next to some sort of shop. She walked over quickly, and glanced at the corner. '1876' it read. 'But he was turned in 1880,' she thought, and shrugged. 'Well, may as well just go with it.'
'Now where was he?' It was Spike's memories, he should be here somewhere. Tara ran a hand through her strawberry-blonde hair, and walked down the street, looking around, feeling a bit dazed. Then, she saw him. He was across the street, talking to a lady. She looked of high status, but then again, so did he. She had long silky brown hair, tanned and had bright brown eyes.
Tara walked over quickly, and tried not to laugh when she saw Spike as he was as a human. Longish brown-blonde hair, glass ('glasses?'), and a timid smile. It crossed her mind that people were opposite to when they were vampires. She stood there, to hear they're conversation.
"…such a tragedy," the woman was saying. "The police say that would dogs were the cause of it. All the woman's blood was completely drained from her body. In my opinion, I don't think it was a dog at all."
"Please, luv, can we not talk about such depressing topics?" asked Spike…no, William. "And I really must go now, or I'll be late."
"I'll meet you by the fountain in McArthur's garden, tonight," said the woman. She smiled, and leant forward to kiss William lightly on the cheek, holding his hands. Tara smiled gently at the look as his blue eyes lit up instantly, a slight red hue spreading over his cheeks. "See you, Will." The woman turned, her long green dress flowing behind her as she disappeared into the crowd. William put his hands into his jacket pockets, looking after her as she disappeared, a dazed expression on his face. He stood there for a few more seconds, and then looked around, looking lost. He suddenly remembered himself, and took out a silver watch from his pocket, and winced.
"Bugger," he muttered, and turned on his heel, running down the street. Tara gave a small sound of surprise at the man's sudden movement, and followed him into a dress shop. Looking around confusedly when she walked inside after William, she saw a wooden clerk desk at the back of the shop, which had squares of fine fabrics draped over it. Tara turned her attention back to William as he put a measuring tape over his neck, and looked around.
"Bethany?" he called softly and a woman with blonde hair walked out. High cheekbones and a piercing glare, she reminded Tara a bit like vampire- Spike. She walked quickly up to William, the heels of her boots clicking sharply on the wooden floor. William seemed to wince at every click.
"Where have you been?" she asked, her voice sharp and commanding. William ducked his head, but looked up again to stable his glasses. He was blushing again.
"I-I-I-" he stammered, and took off his glasses so he could bow his head again, not wanting to meet Bethany's stare.
"You-you-you what?" she snapped. "You were messing around, weren't you? I shan't pay you if you aren't on time again. Now get to work, less I have to have a word with you father." With that, the blonde turned on her heels and walked away, her heels still clicking on the floor. William breathed out a sigh of relief after she had left, and put his glasses back on.
"Silly cow," he muttered, rolling his eyes. Invisible, Tara watched from the corner, wondering what would happen now. The bell at the door rang, and William turned toward the bell, smiling pleasantly. A man in a long cloak walked in. he had long blonde hair and a scowl, but William still remained polite under the strangers intimidating glare. "How can I help you?" Suddenly, the man walked right up to William, and grabbed the front of the man's shirt. William let out a terrified squawk.
"You're needed," he growled, and then he let William go. He was breathing hard, and had paled immensely. Tara walked closer, confused. Suddenly, the man drew back his hand, and backhanded William right in the skull. He fell like a sack of potatoes, and all Tara could see was black.
"Oh Goddess…what have I done?" she whispered, but the blonde witch forced herself to concentrate. She shot a glance at the long lead pipe she had used to knock Spike out, but quickly looked away. "Okay," she said, calming down, "concentrate."
She walked into the circle of white candles to stand in front of the tied up vampire, who looked far from awake. Seeing him lie there…it was like he was just a dead body. Completely pale, no breathing, blood tripping from the cut Tara had given him on his forehead…she shuddered. "Best to get this done quickly," she whispered, and breathed out slowly, holding out her hands in front of her. One held some sort of dried root, and the other only held a vial of water. "Your mind," she said, starting her incantation, "is a closed book. I open it with these words." She held up with water. "I bless and consecrate this water in the name of the Lord and Lady." The water glowed a florescent white. She blessed the root, and tipped it into the vial. The water turned blue.
"My mind," she said, dripping a bit of the water on her forehead. "Your mind." She did the same to Spike, and knelt down in front of him. "Together!" The flames from the candles burned bright, shooting up a few metres, and suddenly, Tara passed out.
Tara found herself in a street straight out of the late 1800's. No one could see her, it was only a memory. She heard snippets of conversation, the words tinged with a cockney accent. "London," she murmured.
She saw a man reading the newspaper next to some sort of shop. She walked over quickly, and glanced at the corner. '1876' it read. 'But he was turned in 1880,' she thought, and shrugged. 'Well, may as well just go with it.'
'Now where was he?' It was Spike's memories, he should be here somewhere. Tara ran a hand through her strawberry-blonde hair, and walked down the street, looking around, feeling a bit dazed. Then, she saw him. He was across the street, talking to a lady. She looked of high status, but then again, so did he. She had long silky brown hair, tanned and had bright brown eyes.
Tara walked over quickly, and tried not to laugh when she saw Spike as he was as a human. Longish brown-blonde hair, glass ('glasses?'), and a timid smile. It crossed her mind that people were opposite to when they were vampires. She stood there, to hear they're conversation.
"…such a tragedy," the woman was saying. "The police say that would dogs were the cause of it. All the woman's blood was completely drained from her body. In my opinion, I don't think it was a dog at all."
"Please, luv, can we not talk about such depressing topics?" asked Spike…no, William. "And I really must go now, or I'll be late."
"I'll meet you by the fountain in McArthur's garden, tonight," said the woman. She smiled, and leant forward to kiss William lightly on the cheek, holding his hands. Tara smiled gently at the look as his blue eyes lit up instantly, a slight red hue spreading over his cheeks. "See you, Will." The woman turned, her long green dress flowing behind her as she disappeared into the crowd. William put his hands into his jacket pockets, looking after her as she disappeared, a dazed expression on his face. He stood there for a few more seconds, and then looked around, looking lost. He suddenly remembered himself, and took out a silver watch from his pocket, and winced.
"Bugger," he muttered, and turned on his heel, running down the street. Tara gave a small sound of surprise at the man's sudden movement, and followed him into a dress shop. Looking around confusedly when she walked inside after William, she saw a wooden clerk desk at the back of the shop, which had squares of fine fabrics draped over it. Tara turned her attention back to William as he put a measuring tape over his neck, and looked around.
"Bethany?" he called softly and a woman with blonde hair walked out. High cheekbones and a piercing glare, she reminded Tara a bit like vampire- Spike. She walked quickly up to William, the heels of her boots clicking sharply on the wooden floor. William seemed to wince at every click.
"Where have you been?" she asked, her voice sharp and commanding. William ducked his head, but looked up again to stable his glasses. He was blushing again.
"I-I-I-" he stammered, and took off his glasses so he could bow his head again, not wanting to meet Bethany's stare.
"You-you-you what?" she snapped. "You were messing around, weren't you? I shan't pay you if you aren't on time again. Now get to work, less I have to have a word with you father." With that, the blonde turned on her heels and walked away, her heels still clicking on the floor. William breathed out a sigh of relief after she had left, and put his glasses back on.
"Silly cow," he muttered, rolling his eyes. Invisible, Tara watched from the corner, wondering what would happen now. The bell at the door rang, and William turned toward the bell, smiling pleasantly. A man in a long cloak walked in. he had long blonde hair and a scowl, but William still remained polite under the strangers intimidating glare. "How can I help you?" Suddenly, the man walked right up to William, and grabbed the front of the man's shirt. William let out a terrified squawk.
"You're needed," he growled, and then he let William go. He was breathing hard, and had paled immensely. Tara walked closer, confused. Suddenly, the man drew back his hand, and backhanded William right in the skull. He fell like a sack of potatoes, and all Tara could see was black.