Sinner
Chpater 4A - Return of "My Heart"
Author: Cynthia Taz
Disclaimer and such please refer to Chapter 1A. And the song "My Heart" used in this chapter belongs to Paramore.
Note: Thanks for the reviews~ Still trying to get everything on track again but should be able to update all the stories more frequently from now on... (cross figures)
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Tara tried to hold the redhead up as they slowly made their way back to the church, but the pair could not even made it three steps before Tara had to admit there was no way she could bring the redhead back by herself - no matter how light the redhead was.
Or, it was the painful groans Willow made whenever Tara tried to move them that had weighted them down.
The young witch helped the redhead to the side of the road, and laid her down. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she moved the redhead's head onto her lap, slowly smoothing the blood red hair. "Willow..."
I am finding out that maybe I was wrong
That I have fallen down and I can't do this alone
Stay with me - this is what I need, please
Willow's eyes fluttered, but never opened.
"Will, please say something."
Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own, but what would it be without you along?
Willow's eyes finally opened, and Tara felt chill down her spin when she spotted the un-natural color of the irides again. After a minute or so, the redhead closed her eyes. "Something."
Tara could not help but smiled at the quirky reply, but the smile did not last long. "This is not how I imagine..." The witch swallowed. "... imagine we would meet again." Paused. "Your eyes..."
I am nothing now and it's been so long
Since I've heard the sound, sound of my only hope
This time I will be listening
The redhead pushed herself away, groaning as she did so. "Does it matter?" She wobbled a bit, but managed to sit up.
"It does."
Willow shook her head, silently disagreeing Tara's words. "I need to wait until the poison passes."
"May be I can-"
Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own, but what would it be without you along?
Tara reached out, but Willow shied away immediately. "Don't." The redhead increased the distance between herself and Tara. "Just... don't."
"Willow, Buffy and I... we're just friends."
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
"You don't need to explain to me."
"I do."
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
"Why? For your benefit, or mine?" Willow questioned.
"I-" Lies were almost out, but Tara swallowed them down before she could hear them with her own ears. "I don't know."
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
"As I said, it doesn't matter. Nothing does." Willow looked down, her reddish hair covered her face like a curtain. "Go to Buffy, Tara. She will wake soon."
"Not without you."
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
Willow shook her head and pushed herself up. "I don't have time to entertain you." She stated. "Just forget what happened last night and go back to her, Tara." The redhead turned, but her legs quickly gave way and instead, she fell back into Tara's arm. She struggled weakly, even though she knew it was useless.
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
"There is no 'her' to go back to, Will." Maria's face flashed through Tara's mind, but the ray of the rising sun quickly chased it away, leaving nothing but the redhead in front of her. "I want to be here... I need to be here. Please..." She braved herself, before taking Willow's face into her hands, and looked into Willow's eyes. "Please let me stay."
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart, My heart is yours
My heart is yours
My heart is yours
My heart is yours
The bold move took Willow by surprised, but the redhead finally stopped struggling, her eyes closed as she let herself be comforted by the blond witch.
My heart is
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Buffy felt, rather than saw, someone staring at her. She opened her eyes, and immediately scrambled backward, surprised by the pair of grey eyes that was centimeters away from her own. "What the-"
"I can't believe she really did it." Venus grinned, and pulled back. Buffy's brain caught up, and the slayer jumped onto her feet, ready to attack. The blanket that was covering her moments ago slid down onto the floor. "Don't you learn your lesson already? Never pick a fight with us." He thought for a moment. "On the other hand, it will be fun to see how far Salix will go to save your sorry ass." He cocked his head, and stared at Buffy's bottom. "Skinny and sorry ass."
Buffy narrowed her eyes. "My ass is just fine."
"If you say so." He shrugged. "I would have expected more from Salix's subject though."
"Who?"
"Salix. You know, the redhead who can hold a grudge like no other and with an emotional trauma that can be compared to a bipolar patient?"
"Her name is Willow, not Salix-" The slayer paused. "And she does not have bipolar."
A smirk on Venus face. "And yet you know who I am describing."
"Shut up."
"Ohhhhhh... I am hurt."
"Do you even have feelings, Venus?" The old man Buffy faintly remembered from the night before appeared at the doorway.
"Ha, the dog that always looks for scrap." Venus raised an eyebrow at the old man. "Poor copy. Has little Luci forgotten about you already?
The old man did not take the bait. Instead, he moved towards Buffy and picked up the forgotten blanket. "Why don't you leave before Salix found out you're here?" He suggested as he started folding the blanket up.
"Worry for me, copy? Or do you wish to place your salvation into my hands? Too bad I don't like dogs."
"Don't flatter yourself, Venus. I don't think even the most desperate would wish themselves to become your subject."
"Strong words, copy. Can you live up to it?" Venus smirked. "We both know Luci, as-" He held up his figures, "evil" and air quoted. "-as he is, he won't care enough to save you; tarots only known to ask for favors; as to the Powers that Be," He snorted. "Never actually that powerful. What's left of you then?"
"What's left of me is none of your concern, just as the fate of this world."
Buffy looked between the pair. "What are you talking about? 'The fate of this world'?"
"It is what it is, copy." Venus smirked, and made his way towards the door. "Though I would not say it has anything to do with fate."
The old man stopped, his hand still holding the blanket, his eyes staring out at the window sadly. Buffy looked between the two. "What?"
Venus stopped at the doorway; Buffy watched, as the smirk that had been on the blonde's face disappeared, leaving nothing but emptiness on the beautiful face. "What else? The thing that will get us all annihilated, of course."
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