Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. They belong solely to Joss Whedon. I just borrow them, and toy with them a bit...
Characters: Willow and Tara.
Other: More femmeslash soon to come, not for da little kiddies.
Tara was speeding down the highway, as fast as Jim's truck would allow her. But with the sounds it was making, it was as if it was made two-hundred years ago. Which gave Tara the slight impression that it wouldn't hold out fo much longer. She wanted to cry, but she didn't, because with her driving skills as undeveloped as they are, she'd probably crash and die. Which is something that she didn't want in the least.
The urge to turn brought itself up spontaneously. If she saw a road, then the urge to turn onto it was either there, or it wasn't. All Tara knew was that she followed her urges. Although, it was getting more and more dangerous to do so. She was in a narrow-streeted part of town, and she didn't brake at all when she had the urge. In fact, she had forgotten that there even was a brake. She drifted and swerved at every turn, the tires making loud screeching noise, that just got louder and louder with each drift.
It wasn't long before Tara realized that in some way, shape or form, someone or something was leading her somewhere. She had no idea who, or what it was, but it was too strong to resist. She couldn't hear anything... No... It was more like... A feeling that drew her there. An urge. The same urge that reared its ugly head, when a turn arose that Tara was supposed to be taking. And whatever it was, it wanted her there as fast as she possibly could get there.
Just then, Tara heard the long, roaring drone of a motorcycle close behind her. She stuck her hand out the window when it came up on her tail, and motioned for them to go around. Although she doubted they could, she was going almost ninety miles-per-hour. But the rider saw her and pulled up alond side of her. Looking at him, she literally did start crying. It was Angelus. Just like she knew he would, he caught up with her. And it was time for her to die...
Trying to blink the tears out of her eyes, Tara took another drifty, screechy turn, onto another street. She did it so suddenly that Angelus continued to go straight, and had to stop, turn around and continue on with his persuit. This enraged him further. He laughed in the heat of the chase. Nothing like a good work-out before dinner, he always said. And the wiccan was making this chase one of his best. Which is going to make her taste all the more sweet.
But before he even had a chance to imagine the bittersweet tang of wiccan blood flowing down his throat, the truck he was persuing crashed. The entire front end crunched itself up against a house. Apparently, the driver couldn't see that there was a sharp curve in the road. Angelus stopped the motorcycle to examine the wreckage, when porch lights everywhere started to go on, and chatter, and then screams of horror arose. Angelus gave an angry snarl then sped off in the other direction. Damnit, another tasty meal lost. But then he slowed. He sensed someone near. That Buffy girl, that part of him still loved. Putting his bike in the near-by bushes, he hid to see where she was.
In the truck, Tara had no idea that the road veered off like that. Her tears blinded her. Fear blinded her. And when the truck met the house, the impact caused her to hit her head, once again, on the steering wheel. Luckily, her seatbelt was safely fastened, so she didn't go flying through the windsheild. Pain jolted itself through her body, starting from her head, all the way down to her toes. She didn't lose conciouness right away. She had stayed awake long enough to hear the motorcycle turn and drive away, as people started to scream. She looked up at the house she had just crashed into, just in time to see people walking onto the porch, which was to her left. She missed it by no more than two inches. That's when she lost all conciousness, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
I apologize for the chapters being so short. It's just that I have two points of views to do, so when something big happens, I have to do it in shifts. I assure you that as soon as I get Willow and Tara together again, the chapters will start getting longer. And remember, don't forget to give me a review with your opinion, criticism not too mean, or your favourite parts. Thanks. --xXGxXxMXx