Author: Angel Marie

Title: Protector's Touch

Rated: PG-14 for now, should rise with parts...

Spoilers: Some point throughout season 4 "Buffy" and season 1 "Angel"

Summary: Something's hunting Witches... Paring: Willow/Angel and then Willow/Angelus are the immediates at some point...

Disclaimer: Joss not I, of coarse cause I would treat them better if they were mine ... but they're not, grumble.

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Everyone else, please ask first, but I'm sure I won't mind as long as I know where it's going. A

uthor's Notes: A.) I don't think this classifies as a crossover but I'll just make it BtVS: & A:TS just in case. B.) I am not, I repeat, not, putting Tara and Willow together. Tara can have this little crush all she wants, Willow isn't interested. In this story atleast.

Feedback: Please?? I mean, if you want more I have to know that you're reading it and that I'm not just sending it in spite...

Prologue

Willow and Tara were working on a spell in the main lounge hall of the dorm, just working on the words and phrasing. It was dark out and the moon cast a glow that wasn't well seen in the brightly lit room. The room was empty, all the parties being held in other dorms for a change. No one had gone past them in at least an hour.

Willow was looking it over for any glitches, anything that would make it backfire or not work at all when Tara, all of a sudden, started to look around.

Someone was watching them from the outer doors, circling from outside; looking in through the glass doors and windows. Tara's head darted around and it sunk lower into the bushes surrounding the windows, hiding from it's view.

"What?" Willow asked her. "What is it?"

"I don't know. It feels like." She paused. "I don't know. It's powerful." Willow joined her in her search as Tara started to get up, looking around from her spot.

"Another witch?"

"I don't... I don't think so."

"Demon?" she asked, getting up herself.

"I don't think so. It's... It's powerful. That's all I can feel."

The person scooted in their kneeling form back, leaving the window and it's pray behind for another time.

Tara looked at Willow then back to one of the windows. She walked over and peeked out, looking within the bushes and the surroundings till she looked to the outer bounders as far as the glare of the light from the glass would let her see.

"That was strange."

"Yeah, well this is Sunnydale. Strange is kinda expected." Tara turned back and smiled.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Do you think you know what it was?"

"I could just feel the power going through and around it. Where ever it was."

"You couldn't center it?" Willow walked over to where Tara was standing and looked out too.

"It was like it was projecting its energy." Willow looked at her confused. "Some forms can project its powers outward, it confuses its prey and distracts it in different directions so they don't know where it's going to attack from."

"Attack?" Willow repeated with fear. "Prey?"

"I've been reading up on demons. That is probably the area to place 'prey' and 'attack'."

"But you said it wasn't a demon."

"I don't think it was. But I... I don't know. It could have been."

"I better tell Buffy. Giles or Spike might know what's in town to waver the energy and she may be needed to kill it."

"Maybe the Initiative too. I mean, Riley might find it and not know--"

"How to fight it. Right. I'll give Riley word too." Tara's face dropped.

"I guess you're gonna want to go do that now." Willow looked up at her.

"Yeah, just in case. You know, so it doesn't hurt anyone."

"Oh! I understand. I just... I was having fun. I enjoy when we spend time together."

"Oh, I know. But, I'll see you later." She packed her bag which was on the cough and the notebook fell. Standing, Willow walked past and to the dorm stairs. "Later Tara!" She said, waving behind her.

"Later!" Tara picked up her bag and saw the notebook on the ground. Picking it up, Tara looked it over, Willow's hand writing, and curled her arms around it, hugging it to her chest. "Later." She repeated, whispering her sorrow at the loss of Willow.