Title: All That I've Ever Known
Rating: Pg-13 for now
Feedback: hell yes! Either on the kitten or to laura_isaac@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to Joss, I just play with them for a bit.
Distribution: Anyone who wants it but let me know so my ego can be massaged!
Spoilers: S6 but not so much ep specific.
Summary: A letter from Willow - but will it help bring our girls back together?
Dedication: To Alice, you are my life - love always
"Shhhh my love" Tara whispered, trying to soothe Willow. Another attack. But this, like the other before, was different - driven by something other than the black magic which was deep within the red-head. Tara felt this and it was starting to unnerve her - as if each time Willow had an attack it was pushing her closer to the edge - into a void in which she might not come back alive. Willow was starting to struggle more - the tension all around electric. Something was about to happen but Tara was not as yet sure what. Her desire to protect Willow though was heightening with each passing minute. Tara had awaken hours ago but had gotten no proper rest, she was constantly aware of every single move her lover made, even in sleep.
Suddenly pain shot through Tara's nose and she felt the blood run down, letting out a strangled cry, she shook her head trying to clear it - the pain quickly starting to cloud her senses. Deep within the confusion however fear was starting to raise its ugly head, the room temperature had dropped by several degrees and blue electricity crackled in the air. Her attention drawn over to the corner Tara waited with baited breath as she tried to anticipate what was coming. It was taking nearly every ounce of strength in Tara's shock confused brain to keep Willow focused, awake. Afraid of what would happen if Willow became unconscious Tara whispered to her lover, trying to keep her at least interested in what she was saying, giving her something to cling onto "Stay with me sweetie..." she growled "I'm here, stay with me..."
The presence in the corner seemed amused by what it saw, although it had not yet made itself known the darkness around it was strong, Tara could almost taste it. Spurred on by this, the desire she felt to protect her lover and the adrenaline brought on by the shot to her nose Tara shouted at the unseen force, the venom and menace so unlike the usually quiet woman, clear in her voice; "Be gone from this place, you are not welcome here!"
Laughter filled the air, filled with self-humor and sarcasm; as if it could hardly believe what it was hearing. "You think you stand a chance" - a question? a statement? The disembodied voice continued, undaunted, unthreatened; "She is mine, she is the one. You will not win this witch. This is meant to be. She WILL be mine!"
Suddenly an ice blue ray shot through the darkened room, aimed perfectly at the woman in her arms. Quick as a flash, Tara used all the remaining strength in her body to push Willow slightly allowing her own body to take the full force of the foreign object. Tara crumpled beneath it, letting out a small moan as she slipped from consciousness.
Willow fought that which held her - that which pinned her down. Harder than she had ever felt before. Her senses were deliciously clouded - her whole body aching for release - she needed it so bad but she would not give in to it. She could not give into it. Under a deep sea she was drowning - slowly running out of oxygen - she needed to reach the surface. To break it long enough so that she might take in some life once more. Upward she swam, determination etched onto her features, she would reach the top!
Willow opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness that overwhelmed her - her head was clear. For the first time in weeks - had it all been a dream? Sickness clawed at her stomach as the realization hit her - Tara. Reaching over for the light switch she flicked it on slowly. Looking downward she looked at her lover and the sickness that had threatened came. Tara - her nose bloody, bloody ran in little rivers down the side of her forehead, tainting her normally beautiful and delicate features, her eyes turning an ugly shade of purple. The floodgates opened, tears spilling down her face. What had she done? To the only person who still trusted her? Who loved her? Guilt and shame rolled over her body in waves. "Tara?" Willow whispered "I'm sorry..." Slowly she bent down to kiss Tara's head and check her vital signs, fear and self-loathing welling up inside the red heads body.
Rating: Pg-13 for now
Feedback: hell yes! Either on the kitten or to laura_isaac@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to Joss, I just play with them for a bit.
Distribution: Anyone who wants it but let me know so my ego can be massaged!
Spoilers: S6 but not so much ep specific.
Summary: A letter from Willow - but will it help bring our girls back together?
Dedication: To Alice, you are my life - love always
"Shhhh my love" Tara whispered, trying to soothe Willow. Another attack. But this, like the other before, was different - driven by something other than the black magic which was deep within the red-head. Tara felt this and it was starting to unnerve her - as if each time Willow had an attack it was pushing her closer to the edge - into a void in which she might not come back alive. Willow was starting to struggle more - the tension all around electric. Something was about to happen but Tara was not as yet sure what. Her desire to protect Willow though was heightening with each passing minute. Tara had awaken hours ago but had gotten no proper rest, she was constantly aware of every single move her lover made, even in sleep.
Suddenly pain shot through Tara's nose and she felt the blood run down, letting out a strangled cry, she shook her head trying to clear it - the pain quickly starting to cloud her senses. Deep within the confusion however fear was starting to raise its ugly head, the room temperature had dropped by several degrees and blue electricity crackled in the air. Her attention drawn over to the corner Tara waited with baited breath as she tried to anticipate what was coming. It was taking nearly every ounce of strength in Tara's shock confused brain to keep Willow focused, awake. Afraid of what would happen if Willow became unconscious Tara whispered to her lover, trying to keep her at least interested in what she was saying, giving her something to cling onto "Stay with me sweetie..." she growled "I'm here, stay with me..."
The presence in the corner seemed amused by what it saw, although it had not yet made itself known the darkness around it was strong, Tara could almost taste it. Spurred on by this, the desire she felt to protect her lover and the adrenaline brought on by the shot to her nose Tara shouted at the unseen force, the venom and menace so unlike the usually quiet woman, clear in her voice; "Be gone from this place, you are not welcome here!"
Laughter filled the air, filled with self-humor and sarcasm; as if it could hardly believe what it was hearing. "You think you stand a chance" - a question? a statement? The disembodied voice continued, undaunted, unthreatened; "She is mine, she is the one. You will not win this witch. This is meant to be. She WILL be mine!"
Suddenly an ice blue ray shot through the darkened room, aimed perfectly at the woman in her arms. Quick as a flash, Tara used all the remaining strength in her body to push Willow slightly allowing her own body to take the full force of the foreign object. Tara crumpled beneath it, letting out a small moan as she slipped from consciousness.
Willow fought that which held her - that which pinned her down. Harder than she had ever felt before. Her senses were deliciously clouded - her whole body aching for release - she needed it so bad but she would not give in to it. She could not give into it. Under a deep sea she was drowning - slowly running out of oxygen - she needed to reach the surface. To break it long enough so that she might take in some life once more. Upward she swam, determination etched onto her features, she would reach the top!
Willow opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness that overwhelmed her - her head was clear. For the first time in weeks - had it all been a dream? Sickness clawed at her stomach as the realization hit her - Tara. Reaching over for the light switch she flicked it on slowly. Looking downward she looked at her lover and the sickness that had threatened came. Tara - her nose bloody, bloody ran in little rivers down the side of her forehead, tainting her normally beautiful and delicate features, her eyes turning an ugly shade of purple. The floodgates opened, tears spilling down her face. What had she done? To the only person who still trusted her? Who loved her? Guilt and shame rolled over her body in waves. "Tara?" Willow whispered "I'm sorry..." Slowly she bent down to kiss Tara's head and check her vital signs, fear and self-loathing welling up inside the red heads body.