Yo. A week as promised. Though i was cutting it kinda close. i had no idea how to end this so this puts me behind schedual a ton. So its over time this week just to get the next chapter in. well at least i have an idea. i want to thank my wonderful reviewers. i will put the names up next chappy because im to tired to do it now. oh and blue talith the chapters are short for a reason: to irritate.... ok thats partly true (78%) but it keeps ya coming back for more. plus i suck at making them longer. Sorry but i will try my hardest to make it happen.
Disclaimer: only in my dreams do i own BtVS.
Chapter 2
There was taunting and pain. The hits kept coming no matter how much she begged. Laughter filled the air mocking her very existence.
Tara woke up in panic. She thrashed around in the sheets before realizing that her brother wasn't beating on her anymore. It was just a nightmare.
Sitting up, silk sheets fell softly from her upper body. Tara winced from the delayed reaction to the pain in her ribs. It hit her…
"Wait… since when did I have silk sheets?" glancing around the lit room she notice that this was not her dark, dank room in the attic on .
This room was bathe a soft light giving it a warm feeling. The walls were a light golden brown and the carpet a shade darker than the walls. Looking to her left was a door made of the kind of wood you would only see in old mansions there wasn't a doorknob but a brass handle. The wooden door was dark, well polished.
The bed she lay in was easily three times the size of hers back at her house with sheets of black silk. Off to the other side was a dresser with the vanity mirror. Also made of the same material as the, door. On it lay a splendid small chest.
What surprised her was the laptop lying on the dresser. It was the only thing that indicated she didn't pop into a time warp and ended up in the past. Though she never though she would see the day a laptop look so out of place among. Even in this old and well crafted place.
Next that that was the opening to what could only be a balcony. The curtains were slightly pulled back to let the night air breeze through and a table with chairs could be seen further out.
From darkness outside she couldn't guess how long she had been out. Hours, days, it unnerved her a bit not knowing.
A bottle of painkillers and a glass of water rested on the small stand next to the bed. It seemed to go with the vanity set.
She couldn't be dead she pretty sure after death you wouldn't need pain killers.
How did she end up in this magnificent room. If this was just a room how wonderful was the rest of the house. Wondering how she got Tara tried to recall what happened.
"Oh… no." Donny and a couple of his friends got drunk and caught her coming from the library. They dragged her to the cemetery where they hit her a couple of times. Tara froze. Jake was going to try to turn her "straight"
"Oh Goddess! He tried to… to" Trying not to cry Tara shook her head. Remembering something else. He didn't. Something stopped him, and the others. Tara remembered hazel. Sad hazel eyes and a softly whispered apology that came after that look.
The words wouldn't come but the sadness that accompanied them overwhelmed Tara. An angel is what she said. She blushed.
There was a almost quiet click from the left. Tara turned her head towards the door just as the handle went down. Tara tensed, waiting for the person to walk through. Not knowing what to expect. The door opened.
What she didn't expect was a goddess to walk through.
The woman was gorgeous. She was blond like Tara (real blond not bottle cause I'm the author and I said so) but her blond hair was a brighter color and reached her lower back in soft curls.
The woman was dressed in tight black jeans tucked into knee length boots that you only see on movie stars. A stylish black sweater to match. All of which hugged her lithe form. She moved with a grace few seen and may wished for. Tara sure did.
The black only made her milky, pale complexion stand out more. Did she mention perfect skin. Not a blemish in sight. A heart shaped face with the cutest nose. Soft red lips that looked so inviting.
Hazel. Those eyes were the same hazel.
"Hello. I'm glad to see your awake." she said. Her voice was wonderful just like the rest of her. Tara could only lower her head from that intense gaze. "W-where am I?" she asked nervously.
"My home." Tara frowned then winced. "You were pretty banged up when I found you." she said walking closer and carefully placing the ice pack up to her cheek. Tara jumped at the sudden chill she hadn't seen the ice pack so it came as a shock and blushed bright red at the gorgeous woman's close proximity.
"Tara can you remember much of last night?" the other woman asked softly. "N-Not much…" after Jake's "proposition" the rest was a blur except those eyes. The woman frowned. If Tara had been paying closer attention she would have seen the relief in the woman's eyes.
"H-H-H-He t-tried to to to…" her stutter only got worse as what happened hit full force
Tara didn't want to but the tears started to flow regardless. Just the thought of what would have happened shook her very core. The woman quickly removed the ice pack and wrapped her arms around the distraught Tara.
After a little while Tara calmed down enough that hic ups were all that remained. It took a moment for realization to sink in that the woman she didn't know was still holding her. And she felt safe. She hasn't felt this safe since her mother had died.
Tara also took notice of the coolness of the other woman. "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry-" Tara started but was cut off. "For what crying? Crying is good for the soul. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing at all."
She wondered who this woman was. First she ends up in her home, then she starts bawling on her and the woman is comforting her. This woman was showing her more kindness than Tara has seen in months.
Just who was she? This was a small town and most everybody knew who each other was and she would have defiantly noticed the blond around town.
"Excuse m-me b-but *hic-up* w-what's your n-name?" the woman giggled at the hiccup and Tara blushed. "I didn't tell you?" Tara shook her head. "Where are my manners I'm Buffy. Buffy Summers."
Buffy. Now that's a name you don't hear everyday. Unique. Just like her.
"As soon as your healthy we can send you home." Tara froze at that. Home. That was the last place she want to go at the moment. Buffy watched her carefully. She had said that purposely to see what reaction she got. The fear in Tara's eyes was almost tangible.
It was the one expected, but it made her blood boil. No child should be afraid to go home. "Well that tells me everything… Tara do you have any relatives that you trust?" Tara shook her head. "Merde`." she cursed eloquently in French. (Thank GOD for translators XD!!!)
Tara blushed. She never heard a curse said so beautifully. Buffy sighed. "Well lets not think about that at this moment." Buffy said. She stood up from the side of the bed she was on. "Are you hungry?" she asked suddenly. Tara startled at the abrupt change of conversation.
Tara's stomach growled and she blushed and looked down. Buffy let out a low chuckle. "That answers my question. I don't currently have any food stocked so we have to order out. Any good places to recommend?" Tara thought about this before answering.
"T-there's a d-diner t-that makes g-great coffee and d-delivers." Buffy smiled encouragingly. "Then that's what's for dinner. Though I don't think coffee is such a good idea. Even minor a blow to the ribs will leave you sore for days so rest is what doctor Buffy orders."
Tara just nodded knowing what she said was true. Tara smiled finally catching what the smaller blond said. "So y-you're the d-doctor." Buffy smiled secretly. "You better believe it little missy." After a moment of silence Buffy spoke again, "While I'm getting the food you can bathe if you like." She said while standing from the side of the bed setting the long forgotten ice pack on the stand.
A shower sounded great. The thought of just washing off the grime sounded like a small piece of heaven. Tara smiled thankfully at Buffy who smiled back. "I guess that's a yes. While your in the shower I will find a spare set of clothes. I don't think you want to walk around in a large shirt and undergarments for the duration." amusement laced Buffy's voice.
Tara took a good look at her self for the first time. She was indeed dressed in a large silk shirt, obviously male. For the, what felt like, the umpteenth time Tara blushed. It took a moment for the highly embarrassed girl to realize that she was being teased.
Buffy was already walking away but you could hear the almost quiet chuckles. "The bathing room is that door near the corner and the towels are to the right of the sink and take as long as you like." Then she was gone. Sighing she tried to calm down her heart which was pounding rapidly.
Carefully putting both feet on surprisingly soft carpet Tara slowly stood up. Though there was a slight pain in her ribs it still made caused a gasp to escape. Making sure to be steady a few cautious steps were taken. While wobbly her legs didn't give out on her and the blond took that as a good sign.
As she walked to the bathroom a question came to mind. "How did Buffy know my name…" TBC
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