Chapter 2
Malice's Fire.
After Tara left the room with Willows body still inside. She opened the front door just in time to see Xander race to the ambulance with a paramedic at her side.
"Xander, what's going on?"
Xander turned and saw Tara and also saw the blood on her shirt.
"Warren, he shot Buffy they're taking her to the hospital. What happened to you? What's that… is that blood on you?"
"Warren. Where did he go? I need to find him."
Xander was about to ask her what she was going to do but right before he could he was interrupted by the paramedic.
"Sir are you coming?"
Xander did not answer but stood silent with a concerned look on his face as he stared at Tara.
"Sir, if you want to come you need to go now if you want your friend to live."
Xander turned his attention to the paramedic and nodded and they both exchanged looks and hopped on the ambulance. Tara watched as the ambulance took off, and all that remained in her thoughts was revenge. She had but one instinct and that was to go to the one person who could help her seek Vengeance.
She also knew that Anya wouldn't help her willingly but she could get her firepower she needed to exact her revenge. So she set towards the magic box for her much needed power boost.
Mean while at the Magic Box…
Anya was manning the cash register when she felt a sharp surge in the energy in the air around her. A familiar sense of rage and the need for vengeance came at full throttle. It overpowered her and she nearly swooned as the onslaught of emotion entered her body. Like a burst of screams and terror began to dissipate, one name came to her from the ashes of the distressed message. Tara.
As the name popped into her head, the door to the Magic Box flew open and in the doorway stood Tara. Without words she walked in and the pulsating anger and magic caused the lamps in the room to explode as she passed them by. Anya stood by nut did not remain silent.
"Tara?"
Tara did not look at her she only answered coldly.
"Where do you keep the dark arts books?"
"Something terrible has happened I know, but I can't let you."
"I need power."
"Not with those books I can't let you."
Anya started at Tara and before she could even take two steps Tara shot some mojo at her that stopped her dead in her tracks. Tara looked at the floor on the stairs and saw what she came for. With a nod of her head all the dark arts books flew out from their shelves and onto the table in front of her. The first of the books plopped open. Tara opened her hands and laid them face down on the book's open page. A clash of thunder made itself audible as the text was being literally absorbed through Tara. The words seemed to cover everything from her arms to her face. As the last of the text was absorbed, Tara's face dramatically changed. Her blonde hair turned a fiery red and her eyes now turned black but were red with energy.
"That's better."
The deed was done and now she left a paralyzed Anya in shock of what she had just witnessed to get her revenge.
Demon bar somewhere in Sunnydale.
Warren entered the bar, still juiced from his run-in with the slayer and his apparent victory. Like most in his state of mind he decided to pop a squat with a vamp at the bar. The bar was filled with every demon imaginable. With a grimace on his face he quickly glances at the vampire. But like the troll-like bartender, the vampire pretends to not notice him. Warren turns to the biker vamp next to him and says, "Hey…I bet you don't get to many humans around here."
The vamp raises his hand to a halt and silences Warren and says,"shh… I am trying to watch my program."
With a smug look on his face, Warren quickly replies," Oh okay don't even buy the guy who killed the slayer a drink."
Just then, the bartender turned around and says," You killed the slayer? What are you? A warlock?"
Before Warren could answer the door to the bar shot open and in the doorway stood Tara. She had already hit the magic box and sucked down every bit of dark arts books available. Her face had changed drastically. Her once blonde hair had now turned a fiery red and her once kind eyes now glowed with a fury that sent every demon in the joint running.
"Hello Warren do you remember me?"
With shock written on his face he managed to spit out," Oh my God, Tara is that you?"
