Marked 2

Part 1 : Yet Even More Fragments Chapter 44

Xander pulled into a fleabag motel that was sleazy enough to give the Sunnydale Arms competition for its title spot. "I'll be right back," Xander told her as he parked in the middle of the lot to avoid attention.

Tara nodded timidly, averting her eyes and opening her demonic senses as much as she could. The motel spoke to her and what it said was shameful. It spoke of sex and sin, and hundreds of frantic couplings by people driven by lust and a churning need for some sort of contact. She could feeling it calling her, promising anonymity, promising to hide her from the eyes of the community, whispering about the pleasures of the flesh she'd been taught to abhor.

"Eeep!" She'd jumped a little when Xander had returned, startling her from her thoughts.

"I've got the key," Xander said, before climbing into the back of the motor home and retrieving a small bag he'd gotten from the drugstore on the edge of town when they'd entered.

Tara's eyes widened as she saw the bag. She'd never imagined demons using condoms, but maybe it had something to do with her being a succubus like her father had said. Maybe he was afraid she'd drain him like she would any poor boy she coupled with outside the sanctity of marriage.

"Lock the door behind you," Xander said as he locked the door on the driver's side.

Tara obeyed, and followed Xander into the motel room wondering if this was going to hurt, as the preacher said the first time always did, to remind them that it was dirty and not recreation, or if it would be like a wave a pleasure that would tempt her into sinning willingly, while making her crave it like a drug, till all she could do was beg for a man to couple with her like a beast in the field, not caring who it was or even if she was related to them, as her father had warned her… repeatedly, especially if he was drinking.

The sound of the motel door closing behind her made her pulse skyrocket and her heart beat loudly in her ears.

"I'll be ready for you in just a minute," Xander promised as he walked over to the sink with the bag.

Tara had to force herself not to look, knowing that the temptation to look upon his genitals was the demon in her trying to come out. She'd always known it would end like this, that one day her demon side would break free and drag her into a den of depravity where she would slake her ever-present lusts and lose her humanity. In a way it was a relief to get it over with.

She'd never again have to spend all night on her knees praying for her lustful urges to go away again, only to find it'd done no good and the urges were still there when the sun rose. She didn't have to worry that her deviant and sinful nature would tempt the menfolk in her family from the path of righteousness and lead them into sin. All she had to do was stop holding back the demon inside her and it would take over and she'd be free from worry and uncertainty.

Mind made up, Tara unbuttoned her dress with a trembling hand and let it fall to the floor so she was just wearing her shift, which only hung down to her knees.

"Put this towel around your neck and put on these goggles," Xander told her, as he handed her the aforementioned items and moved a chair to the sink.

Tara did as instructed while keeping her eyes tightly shut, suddenly nervous all over again. 'How much seed would he release that I need a towel and goggles in advance?!' she wondered in a kind of stunned horror. His guiding her to a seat in front of the sink was both comforting and nerve-racking as it let her sit so her knees didn't give out, but she was also very aware it put her head at waist level.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, letting him guide her into the position he'd chosen to start in. She forced herself to breath calmly, as the room whispered of various acts that had been performed in it and what was involved so she knew she needed to take some deep breathes now while she had the chance before he began.

Xander turned on the faucet and Tara jumped a little as she sat there with her eyes tightly clenched shut, breathing a bit heavily through her half-open mouth. He wasn't sure why she was so tense, but he knew it would probably take some time before she felt comfortable around him.

Tara was confused when he started wetting her hair and massaging her scalp. Slowly opening her eyes she was a bit disappointed to discover he was still wearing pants and was… dying her hair. She wasn't sure how he was keeping control of himself, considering the environment they were in. She let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as he massaged her scalp and felt a spike of lust, but he quickly pushed that down and all she could sense was the shroud of darkness that covered him once more.

Xander knew he was spending more time than needed on Tara's hair, but it felt good to see the lines of tension fade a little. Ok, hearing almost sexual noises as he massaged her scalp probably made him feel a little too good. "Now for your eyebrows," Xander announced, before carefully adding dye to her eyebrows, after making sure the goggles were firmly in place. "Now we just wait a little while and then rinse it out," Xander told her. "We are going for shimmering black, so that means we wait for the maximum amount of time and then massage in a special cream of some kind."

"O-ok," Tara said softly when she realized he was waiting for a response.

"I have some horn-rimmed glasses with clear lenses for you to wear that I picked up in the discount bin, since they were part of the leftover Halloween overstock from the year before. Next we are hitting a thrift store for some clothes that are more appropriate than the ones you have on… erm, had on," Xander said flushing a bit and trying not to pay too close attention to her. "I remember some of the outfits looked pretty good in a modest, medieval peasant sort of way," he said absently trying to make small talk with the nervous girl who had been a couple years older than him in the original timeline but was now the opposite.

Thankfully the timer Xander had set went off after a few more minutes of meaningless babble, before either of them got too uncomfortable. While massaging in the shining color crème, Tara found herself moaning again, not used to the simple pleasures of a scalp massage or the touch of another human being that wasn't a shove or a smack. Xander found himself lingering over the massage a bit and buried his guilt by telling himself it was helping Tara relax.

Once Tara was dressed again and had a chance to see herself in the mirror she found herself staring. The dark haired girl with the horn-rimmed glasses barely looked like her. Her hair was shiny and bouncy like one of the whores on TV and the glasses hid the lines around her eyes caused by worry and stress. She'd entered the hotel room ready to give up her humanity to the demon that had taken her from her home, only to find that wasn't what he wanted just yet.

As they left Tara couldn't help but be confused by the events. The demon who'd kidnapped her had an aura of evil and darkness that completely overwhelmed her own meager light, yet he spoke and acted kinder than any of the good men in her church and he ignored any rebellious thoughts or emotions she had and only reacted to what she physically showed like a pure human would. She'd been prepared for many things, but kindness wasn't one of them, she was confused over how she was supposed to respond. It had been a lot simpler when he was simply a demon come to… plunder her and make her one as well.

Shopping

Xander smiled encouragingly as Tara looked through the racks of clothes in the thrift shop for something better to wear. She'd seemed really hesitant to choose anything so Xander was simply collecting anything she showed the slightest interest in and was making a big pile.

Tara examined a blouse, the history of it catching her attention but not in a good way: the previous owner had been a sadist who babysat children just so she could punish them. She frowned and was relieved to see Xander dismiss buying the blouse unlike the huge amount he'd already collected. She was beginning to get the hang of shopping with Xander, which seemed to require facial expressions to get him to reject items. Xander had collected some pretty foul items before she'd realized that fact.

Seeing Tara eye the pile of clothes he'd collected, Xander started holding up items one by one and gauging her responses. He was pretty sure he was reading her correctly as he discard items that received frowns and nose wrinkles, while keeping ones that got interested looks and shy glances away. He couldn't see rhyme or reason in her choices as identical bonuses often garnered opposite responses, but then he knew he didn't understand women's' taste in clothes anyway. Tara glanced around the store but didn't look like she saw anything else interesting and Xander figured they had enough clothes for the moment, so he held up the pile and gestured towards the front of the store with his chin.

The cashier, an older lady in her mid 50's, smiled when she saw them and started signing with her hands.

Xander smiled, glad he'd learned sign language to help him communicate in case The Gentlemen ever returned, and signed back once he'd set down the clothes.

Once they were gone, the cashier turned to one of the stock girls and said, "What a cute deaf couple."

"Would you like to learn sign language?" Xander asked Tara as he started the motor home.

"It would be nice," Tara said quietly, surprised to find she hadn't stuttered, but still spoke at so low a volume he had to strain to hear.

"I'll teach you while we do laundry," Xander promised. At her look he explained, "They may have washed them - but they might not have, and they generally use a poor quality soap that may cause irritation, so when buying used clothes always wash them yourself before wearing them."

Tara nodded, seeing how that made sense, and was once again struck by how strange the demon was and wondering what purpose teaching her sign language served and in what manner she'd be expected to repay him. Maybe something involving her hands? Tara blushed as she considered the whispered possibilities some of the slacks knew.

Tara was tempted to close her demonic senses tightly and pretend he was just a normal human, but couldn't bring herself to do so. She knew he'd already started her down the path to hell by tempting her to use her demonic gifts, but the sense of freedom she felt was simply too great to ignore. Even if it cost her soul, she wasn't going to hide from what she was anymore!

Xander started humming along with the radio feeling a bit happier as he saw that Tara looked a bit more relaxed.

Tara sighed internally but refused to change her mind, even if the cost she bore was his singing, she wouldn't change her mind!

Typing by: Thoriyan!