Author's Note : Sorry it's been a while, took me time to work out where I wanted this chapter to go. Would love for you to tell me what you think.

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"So... it seems we have an advantage over that Slayer bitch".

Turning, The First addressed its right hand. Smiling sickly the minion looked at her master,

"You could say that, I think things are going to get very..."

Trailing off she looked over at her captive,

"... interesting".

By now Tara was shaking uncontrollably; she had been here for days. The feeling of self loathing after being pulled from heaven was starting to drain her. This must have been how Buffy felt when she was brought back. Realising the pain she felt now; she had inflicted upon another made her cry harder. This prison was her hell and her hosts were its spawn.

It had not always been like this, when she had first been captured she had not known who she was. Then the girl had come and she had remembered... everything... all to well. She could remember her family, her friends, her Willow but the one memory that continuously resurfaced was Willow standing in her room covered in blood... then pain; immense pain.

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Tara had turned to look out of the window trying to find the courage to tell Willow she wanted to move back in. Seeing Buffy outside with Xander, Tara turned, happy that the two friends could reconcile. Then she heard a shot sound from outside. Fear gripped her as she heard more shots, but before she could move her chest felt like it had burst. She looked at Willow and saw the blood on her shirt thinking it was Willows.

"Your shirt..."

Before she could finish the pain took her legs out from beneath her and she collapsed. All Tara could see as she hit the ground was Willow's face. The horror marking her beauty destroyed Tara and she willed herself to hang on. Feeling herself fading her eyes closed, and for a moment time stood still. The only sound she could hear was Willlow's erratic breathing and her own heart gently fading.

'Willow', she thought, but her voice had gone, and then she could remember no more. Just a feeling of despair and dread. It had lasted for what felt to her like years. The feeling that she was needed grew stronger until she was sure she was in hell. Then suddenly it had stopped and she knew things were now okay. There was a certain peace, and everyone she loved was fine.

What had seemed like an eternity had past when abruptly her light went out and she was in pain again. Her chest hurt and she felt herself gasping for air. Choking with her new lungs she willed her eyes opened; as the pain faded she could make out the sound of muttering. The worse part was she had remembered nothing and had sat there scared and alone.

There had been a blond girl staring at her with unfocused blackened eyes. Muttering under her breath until Tara had sat up. Then she had recognised the cage she was in, trying to stand and stumbling back to the ground she looked at her captor. Rather then helping her the girl had just laughed. Tara then knew wherever she was she was now, definitely in hell.

For a few days she had been held within her prison with nothing but a small fire for warmth. On the second day her captor had told her that she would not need food and water as the cage was magically capable of somehow providing her that without her knowledge.

On the third day however a new arrival had sparked Tara's interest; at first she had thought she would help her, but seeing the same black eyes she knew there was no help going to come. The new arrival had named her self as Lexi and had just bowed to the evil being still disguised as a blond girl. It had told her before it was called The First. When she had asked why, It had simply laughed. Fearing it's answer she had huddled into the corner. Seeing the horror on her face The First just laughed harder,

"Why evil of course; I am the first; I am the last. I am evil in its purest form; and when you remember I am going to kill everyone you knew".

With that it had turned an left.

She remembered okay, when that light had glowed around Lexi and the seal had crumbled some of the light had been directed into her. For a few minutes nothing had happened then in slow motion everything came back to her. All those people she had known; all those she had saved; and all those she had left behind. And as she had fallen asleep that night she had uttered Willow's name much to the pleasure of her captors.

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Now she knew what their plan was, she almost wished for death again. At least there she would not feel anything. Willow had probably moved on by now; she had nothing left to live for. Almost as if It could read her thoughts, the figure of Spike drifted towards the cage and knelt down level with her,

"Don't worry Love. From beneath you I'm devouring. And believe me; you and the Slayers gang are going to taste delicious; especially a certain red-head. Soon Love... soon; you'll all be dead.

It then changed to Buffy and went to walk away,

"wait...", Tara whispered, her words halting The First.

"how did..." she drifted off.

"You get here", The First answered casually, "You know normally I wouldn't tell you, but hey... I'm in a good mood, the plan is going well... so...", walking closer to the cage It bent back down level with Tara and smirked. It shifted quickly back and forth between Buffy and Spike until it stopped on her own face. Gasping Tara shuffled backwards.

"Your here because I deem it. I brought you back so that witch of yours can get what she deserves. First I'm going to capture the witch, then all your other friends, and kill all of them slowly while the Slayer watches. Last but not least that sister of hers will be the one to kill her. Kind of... ironic; do you not think; Soon Pet your precious Scoobies will all dine with me in hell."

The First then stood, "Don't worry though sweet... sweet Tara; I'll save you a seat right next to me".

Laughter echoed off the walls of the cave as It walked off leaving Tara shaking and wishing she had never came to Sunnydale all those years before, things may have turned out differant then.