Dance of the Damned : Chapter Two
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The sun was up. She sneered at it. 'Nasty little sun.' It wasn't fair! She was stuck in this room while all the yummies
were out there living happily. Her mind returned to the yummies that had locked her up. They were yummy. She smiled.
She had paid them back for humiliating her like that. The smile became a grin. Being locked up wasn't any fun. Being
played with wasn't fun either. The grin lengthened. She liked to do the playing. She looked mad.
But she was.
The four sat in the living room, each sipping a cup of tea. Tara glanced around at her three companions.
Her eyes fell onto Faith. A Slayer. The Slayer. Never thought I'd meet on of those. She looked over
to the slayer watcher Mr. Giles. Next to him sat his wife, Jenny.
Mr. Giles looked up. " So Miss Maclay, you're a witch." It was a statement, not a question.
She nodded. " Tara's fine."
" Then you don't need to add a 'Mister' in front of my name, Tara. You can call me either Rupert or Giles,
either one's fine."
She nodded. " Yes sir."
The slayer gave her a gentle punch on the arm. " Ya don't need ta be so formal T! Relax, you're with friends!"
Though she didn't show it, the witch's mind was spinning. Friends? I barely know them!
" Quite true Tara, I see no reason why we all can't be friends." Giles smiled encouragingly.
The blond quickly hid behind her hair. Shame filled her. I can! The tears threatened to spill. I'll be a demon in
a year! We can't be friends; we'll have to fight each other. You'll have to…kill me!
Faith eyed the blond girl. She seemed…upset about something. " What's bothering ya T?"
The witch snapped out of her reverie and looked at her. " Why do you keep calling me T?"
Jenny laughed. " That's just Faith being Faith! She rarely calls people by their names!"
Faith grinned. " Damn right, J" She looked back at Tara. The sadness had gone away. For a little while anyway.
The hunger! It burned! It gnawed at her insides! It wouldn't go away! She lowered herself down into a fetal
position. She'd kill them all! Drink them! Dine! Feast! Then she'd do it all over again when the hunger
returned! The hunger, how she hated it! She began to rock. She couldn't satisfy it! No matter how hard she
tried she couldn't! The tears fell.
A/N: So what do ya think?!