Bring Me to Life
Same disclaimers as always
Fourteen
Phyllis sighed. She'd finally made it to earth's capital, Los Angeles, the home of Willow Rosenberg.
Of course, now that she was there, how could she do it? One couldn't simply walk into MagiiCorp carrying a dagger. It was times like these when she wished that she'd been blessed with different powers.
She sat herself down onto one of the street benches, pulling out a copy of Rosenberg's book. The best way to get to your enemy, she reminded herself, is to know your enemy. Her sister had taught her that. It was a part of every assassin's training. Only I never thought that I'd be the assassin.
I'm going to be a killer. The thought brought her no joy, only added to her endless depression.
She was tired. Her family was gone. Her sister had gone off on a mission. She hadn't come back. That had been three years ago. Her sister had been presumed dead.
She returned her attention to the book. A History of the Slayer. She tried to focus on the words, but couldn't, she had too many thoughts.
Her dreams were coming to her more often. As always, the woman, Tara Maclay, warned her of the danger, and told her to murder Willow Rosenberg. And every so often, Rosenberg herself would appear, making her all the more determined.
She slowly pulled herself into a fetal position, her worries pounding there at her skull.
It had been three weeks since their…return. And everyone, it had been decided, was adjusting fairly well.
Tara smiled, watching everyone scramble around to get to the breakfast. She liked that Willow had a conventional kitchen. She wasn't really sure what the modern ones were like, but apparently, the person didn't really do much of the cooking.
She knew that there was a lot she didn't know still, a lot that Willow was keeping from her. But she knew that, given time, Willow would tell her the rest of her story.
She smiled, looking at the two young women at the counter, discussing whatever over a bowel of cereal.
It worried her though. Dani was gay. Both she and Willow had let her in on that piece of information.
She could see the carefully hidden glances and quick touches that the Sorceress would make. It was quite obvious to her that the young (?) woman had feelings for the younger girl.
Dawn though, she didn't know what to make of the Slayer's former sister. The girl, she decided long before, liked both men and women. Unfortunately, Dawn hadn't realized that.
She truly felt for Dani.
It had been much to her embarrassment when Dani started joking about her. Nothing mean, but still, the girl, when around her, would get a sneaky look on her face, and call her Granny.
She would blush and say that, no, she wasn't, even if deep inside she wished that weren't true. Dani would laugh and say that, given a few months, that wouldn't be true. Then she'd leave, causing Tara to become frustrated.
The other woman kept implying marriage. But Tara didn't think that would ever happen. Willow refused to touch her like that. The farthest they ever got was kissing. If Willow wouldn't make love to her, what hope did they have of marriage?
Willow sighed, knowing exactly what her girlfriend was thinking. It was the sex thing.
She knew that many times, both she and Tara would part, each feeling equally frustrated.
She felt bad, knowing that she wasn't satisfying her love, that she was forcing her love to finish the job. She, no matter how frustrated she was, ignored it, letting it be punishment for hurting Tara.
She couldn'tmake love though. Not the way things were right now.
She'd always dream about what she'd do if she ever got Tara back. Swoop the girl into her arms, whisper a few seductive words and then risk the beauty off into her sleeping quarters? Or maybe just ravish her?
Those were just dreams though. The reality hurt. She couldn't allow herself to pleasure her love and in turn, herself, with the way things were.
But how could she ever tell Tara?
"You're not serious? Are you?" Dawn gaped at the older girl. "A mud demon?"
Dani grinned. "Hey, Mud demon plus Dani equals messy me." She quickly ruffled the brunette's hair, liking the way it felt between her fingers. "So, what about you? You've gotta have some fascinating things to say."
"Well," Dawn began, "We were having this whole Halloween thing going on, and I snuck out with my friend Janice to meet some boys. Turns out my date was a Vampire. It really sucked too, that was my first kiss."
She went on, but Dani was too lost in her thoughts to really pay attention. It was weird. The girl she was…feeling things for, had, once upon a time, been her Aunt. All she could do was thank all the deities out there that they weren't blood related. But it still felt wrong, even if the girl before her wasn't really that woman, not yet anyway.
To make everything worse, Dawn liked boys.
"Are you even listening?"
Dani shook herself from her reverie. "Yeah. Um…It's getting kind of late. I uh…I should probably go." Dawn face instantly fell as she began to walk away.
For some reason she would never be able to find, she turned back. She slowly walked up to Dawn, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She quickly left the room.