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Soul Mates- Chapter 2

Willow sat on Buffy's bed crying. Only a few minutes ago Willow saw or thought she saw Tara, her former lover in a reflection of a mirror. Tara had been Willows girlfriend, her lover, her soul mate. At first they had just started casting spells together, talking about witchcraft, learning more about magick. But soon the relationship turned into something else. It turned into love. After being together for nearly two years they had briefly separated when Willow had begun overusing magick and ultimately using a spell to make Tara forget an argument they had about Willows abuse of power. Tara then told her that if she went one week without magick, then they may be able to rebuild their relationship. But again Willow tried to make her forget and when Tara found out she ended her relationship with Willow. Willow finally gave up magick after nearly getting her and Dawn killed by a demon she had accidentally summoned. Tara eventually came back to her but tragically was shot dead by nerd leader Warren. In her grief, Willow turned to powerful dark magick to exact revenge on Tara's killer. Hunting him down and flaying him alive. Soon after, she begun a relationship with potential slayer Kennedy. But now, here she was, crying and shaking uncontrollably. A flurry of thoughts shot through her mind.

Had she really seen Tara? Or was she simply going mad?

If she really did see her, what did it mean? Was Tara trying to contact her? Was she in pain? Was she disappointed in Willow because of what she had to Warren?

Would she contact her again?

Willows head began to throb as she tried to answer these questions. She wasn't even sure how Tara had actually managed to contact her. And then the feeling of loss and sorrow washed over her again. She wanted so much to just hold Tara, to kiss her. She wanted her back. She was so confused. She still didn't know she felt about Kennedy and now she felt guilt, what if Tara knew that she had a new girlfriend. She began to sob bitterly as she thought about it all.

Buffy wrapped her arms around her best friend. She felt so helpless, there was nothing she could do for Willow. If it was possible she would bring Tara back in a heartbeat, but it simply was not possible. Willow had brought Buffy back from the dead when she was killed by a mystical vortex of energy, that Glory had used her sister Dawn to open.

But Tara had died a natural death, she was shot, not killed by mystical means. And yet Buffy couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, if Willow really had seen Tara in the mirror, maybe just maybe it was possible for Tara to come back. And Buffy hoped with all her heart that that were true, she wished with every fibre of her being that Tara would come back to Willow and heal the gaping wound that had been left by her death.

By now the rest of the Scooby Gang knew about Willow's encounter with the image of Tara. But no one knew what to say to her. But each of them did fell the same shadow of hope that Buffy felt, the hope that somehow Tara would come back. Even though they all knew it was not possible.

After the night Willow saw Tara in the mirror she mostly stayed in her room, wistfully looking at the mirror. She had confessed to Buffy that she was scared that Tara would try to contact her and she wouldn't be there.

Willow became more and more distant from Kennedy, overpowered by her feeling of guilt, she now felt that she betraying Tara's memory, betraying Tara herself.

Willows room smelt fresh and clean. The sunlight streamed in from the windows, making everything bright and warm. But to Willow the room felt odd, strangely gloomy, strangely empty. Now that she had seen Tara again, all she wanted was to have her back. To hold her and wake up next to her. To see her make pancakes for breakfast, to hear her sweet voice and humour. She hadn't cried for a while now, she simply felt too tired. The sorrow and grief still lingered, but the rivers of tears inside her seem to have dried up.

A soft breeze brushed into the room and she could have sworn that she heard it.

"Willow" The sweet voice of Tara, floated in with the wind. It didn't sound creepy or unnerving, it sounded kind and gentle, just like Tara.

Willow sat bolt upright on her bed, looking around. She got up and walked to the window.

"Tara? Tara where are you?" she pleaded desperately to the wind.

Later in the week, Buffy and Spike walked through the silent graveyard, stakes in hand. They decided to do a quick sweep of the graveyard, when a rustling in the bushed told them that there was fighting to be done. Two vampires jumped from the cover of the bushes and attacked Spike and Buffy. One of the vampires lunged at Buffy and she stepped quickly out of the way, making the vamp stumble and lose his balance. Buffy gave him a swift kick to the middle of his back that sent him tumbling to the floor. Meanwhile Spike was busy fighting the other, very bulky vampire. He gave it a sharp kick to the shin, making him yelp in pain, Spike grabbed him and threw him against a crypt wall. Before the vamp could compose himself, Spike thrust the stake into his heart and the vamp turned into dust instantly. Buffy meanwhile, was still fighting the other vampire. He had gotten up and thrown one or two very hard punches at her, making her lose her ground. When he came to punch her again, she dropped to the floor and sweeped the vamps legs, making him fall. Buffy jumped back up and brought the stake down into his chest. Now the vampire was nice and dusty. Buffy gave a triumphant grin.

"I just wanna check this place one more time" she shouted over to Spike. He nodded and proceeded to follow her.

Just a few feet away from them lay Tara's grave. But neither of them noticed the mystical red energy of unknown origin circling the grave. The mystical energy swirled around and around and then began to seep into the earth itself, where Tara's corpse lay. The mystical energy swirled around her decomposing body. It slithered in between her rotting fingers and legs. Wrapping itself around her. Her skin began to smooth. It began looking more alive again. Her face began to take familiar form. Her rotting teeth changed from brown to perfect white, in perfect shape. Her eyes began to fill with life and change back to gleaming blue. Her thinning hair started to thicken again. Her lungs began to fill with oxygen and her muscles began to twitch.

The mystical energy dissipated and Tara was alive once again.

She looked around the small space she was in and let out a small gasp.

To Be Continued………………………………...

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