Part 9-
It was just after 2am, when Willow's eyes popped open and she jumped out of her bed. It was amazing at how well Slayers could sleep. Kennedy just rolled over onto her other side. I guess they've established a routine, Willow would somehow move awkwardly in the night and that was Kennedy's subconscious single to separate and go to her side of the bed.
"Tara never did that. We feel asleep in each other's arms and awoke every morning the same way. It must be a Slayer thing." Red said amused but a strong feeling of guilt was beginning to over come her.
The sun was coming up and Willow had just finished packing an overnight bag. When Kennedy awoke, noticing Willow grabbing a set of car keys and making her way to the door without so much a glance back.
"Hey, honey! Where you going?" Was all the Slayer could muster.
"I've got to go. I am sorry, but I can't do this anymore." Willow didn't even turn as she went to and out the door.
Kennedy jumped out of bed, threw on some pants and a shirt, grabbing some socks and shoes. She ran after Willow but missed her speeding off. Instead, she jumped into Xander's truck and sped down the drive-away and in the direction that she watch her lover drive off in.
Willow knew she'd be driving for a long while, but she knew she had to get to LA. Get back "home". The pull was like it was a magnetic force drawing her back to where she belonged. She had spent most of the early morning, sitting in the abandoned warehouse's (it was the place that Buffy and Faith had found, to build a new Head Quarters for. They had driven for days, Buffy and Faith stacking out towns, to evaluate living and "supernatural" forces to fight. They finally found this place and they had just started to rebuild their lives. Willow enrolled in the local university, with transfer credits from Sunnydale University-considering it was now gone, suck into the Hell mouth. Buffy and Faith with the rest of the Slayers sat to work on constructing a livable space for them all in this warehouse. With Xander's expertise and help, they had managed to create a reasonable and hospitable living space for all of them. Allowing for privacy for all. Hot running water for showers and laundry, a kitchen with a dishwasher/stove/microwave/and a well-stocked refrigerator. They all stacked out their living space, that actually gave them all spacious, individual quarters; and the space left over did well for meeting/training space with a warm, cozy but not claustrophobic entertaining space.) living room, Willow fought the force that she had no name for. The pull was incredible and trying to deny it was exhausting without allowing any rest for her. The way she was feeling only happened twice in her life. The first was when Tara was packing up her stuff to leave and she sat in the bathroom, angry with herself and devasted. The second time when Warren ripped Tara's life from her so unfairly and she couldn't get the death demon to resurrect Tara. She sat there wide awake staring out in front of her as she reclined on the love seat. It wasn't until the sky started to turn purplish pink/blue hues lighting the dark sky and horizon, that Red knew what it was. An undeniable force, the love of her life was alive and well again. She had to get to Tara. When she went to pack, she thought back on how fast she moved on with Kennedy and a tremendous wave of guilt overtook her being, however, it didn't affect the pull.
"I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, but I don't care as long as we are together again and forever, Tara. You are the love of my life, my soul mate. Kennedy and I are through." Willow pledged within her heart and mind, as she packed.
TBC:
It was just after 2am, when Willow's eyes popped open and she jumped out of her bed. It was amazing at how well Slayers could sleep. Kennedy just rolled over onto her other side. I guess they've established a routine, Willow would somehow move awkwardly in the night and that was Kennedy's subconscious single to separate and go to her side of the bed.
"Tara never did that. We feel asleep in each other's arms and awoke every morning the same way. It must be a Slayer thing." Red said amused but a strong feeling of guilt was beginning to over come her.
The sun was coming up and Willow had just finished packing an overnight bag. When Kennedy awoke, noticing Willow grabbing a set of car keys and making her way to the door without so much a glance back.
"Hey, honey! Where you going?" Was all the Slayer could muster.
"I've got to go. I am sorry, but I can't do this anymore." Willow didn't even turn as she went to and out the door.
Kennedy jumped out of bed, threw on some pants and a shirt, grabbing some socks and shoes. She ran after Willow but missed her speeding off. Instead, she jumped into Xander's truck and sped down the drive-away and in the direction that she watch her lover drive off in.
Willow knew she'd be driving for a long while, but she knew she had to get to LA. Get back "home". The pull was like it was a magnetic force drawing her back to where she belonged. She had spent most of the early morning, sitting in the abandoned warehouse's (it was the place that Buffy and Faith had found, to build a new Head Quarters for. They had driven for days, Buffy and Faith stacking out towns, to evaluate living and "supernatural" forces to fight. They finally found this place and they had just started to rebuild their lives. Willow enrolled in the local university, with transfer credits from Sunnydale University-considering it was now gone, suck into the Hell mouth. Buffy and Faith with the rest of the Slayers sat to work on constructing a livable space for them all in this warehouse. With Xander's expertise and help, they had managed to create a reasonable and hospitable living space for all of them. Allowing for privacy for all. Hot running water for showers and laundry, a kitchen with a dishwasher/stove/microwave/and a well-stocked refrigerator. They all stacked out their living space, that actually gave them all spacious, individual quarters; and the space left over did well for meeting/training space with a warm, cozy but not claustrophobic entertaining space.) living room, Willow fought the force that she had no name for. The pull was incredible and trying to deny it was exhausting without allowing any rest for her. The way she was feeling only happened twice in her life. The first was when Tara was packing up her stuff to leave and she sat in the bathroom, angry with herself and devasted. The second time when Warren ripped Tara's life from her so unfairly and she couldn't get the death demon to resurrect Tara. She sat there wide awake staring out in front of her as she reclined on the love seat. It wasn't until the sky started to turn purplish pink/blue hues lighting the dark sky and horizon, that Red knew what it was. An undeniable force, the love of her life was alive and well again. She had to get to Tara. When she went to pack, she thought back on how fast she moved on with Kennedy and a tremendous wave of guilt overtook her being, however, it didn't affect the pull.
"I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, but I don't care as long as we are together again and forever, Tara. You are the love of my life, my soul mate. Kennedy and I are through." Willow pledged within her heart and mind, as she packed.
TBC: