To Those Who Wield
CN Winters and Susan Carr
Buffy fanfiction, Willow fanfiction, Buffy slash
fanfiction, Willow Tara fanfiction
Joss owns ‘em. I’m just borrowing ‘em.
NC-17 for grown up stuff like sex, language and
Will and Tara; Vamp Will and Vamp Tara
CN Winters (firstname.lastname@example.org) or Susan Carr
Takes place during season six after Tara and Willow’s
break up and Willow’s recovery. We took the liberty of
letting Vamp Willow live when she returned to her world
just because we can. Anyway, seems Vamp Willow has
returned to ‘Buffy’s Sunnydale’ again, this time
with her new lover, Tara Maclay, to wreck a little
thanks: To Chris Cook for the ultra-cool banner
walked between her best friend and his fiancé feeling
as if she were Joan of Arc on her way to the stake. Oh
wait, she thought to herself, been
there, done that…this is worse.
hear it, Will," Xander said, tightening his grip on
her upper arm, pulling her forward as she tried to slow
them down. "I’ve got a mission to perform and by
all the hairy gods in this and any other dimension I’m
gonna do it."
Anya nodded and
tightened her grip on Willow’s other arm. "You
should know after all this time that he’s not going to
give up on this, Willow. You might as well get used to
the idea. Besides, you look very nice for a change. You
haven’t for some time and it’s starting to get
Willow groaned and
hung her head, unconsciously looking over the outfit she
was wearing. Earlier at the house, Dawn and Anya had put
together the ensemble when they all…except her…had
come up with this crazy idea.
this?" the teenager said, holding up a blue cotton
blouse before the former demon.
"Not this time of
year…besides, blue is too much like her mood,"
Anya peeked into the closet and pulled out a light brown
silk top. "This is better. Find her something
slinky to wear underneath it while I look for a pair of
nice jeans. Grab her boots, too."
what’s going on?" The Slayer poked her head into
the bedroom, her brow wrinkling in confusion at Anya and
her sister puttering around the room with Willow lying
on the bed and hiding her head under a pillow.
"Xander and Anya
are taking Willow out," Dawn said happily.
"We’re helping her dress."
Will!" Buffy said. "Have fun. I’ll be home
early after patrol so don’t feel like you have to
Willow cried. "I can’t do this!"
Buffy smiled at her
friend. "Sure you can. After this last week, I
think you can do anything. See ya!"
As the three of them
turned the corner into the familiar alleyway, Willow
once again tried to hold back.
she protested. "Can’t we just go somewhere else?
It doesn’t have to be here. How about that place on
the other side of town?"
mean…?" Xander began and then his face turned a
pale shade of red. "Oh no, I’ve heard about that
place. You’re not getting me any where near those
Village People audition rejects. Nope, I like it here
just fine, Will."
Willow groaned feebly
once more as the warm glow of the Bronze’s neon sign
reflected off the wet ground. They had arrived.
Xander exchanged jokes
with the bouncer as the three bypassed the short line of
teenagers and college students waiting to get in. Xander
led the two women through the crowd to their usual spot.
saving us the seats, boys," Xander told the pimply
group who looked at him first with confusion and then
mild annoyance as they moved off toward the pool tables.
nice, Xander," Willow chided softly. "That
used to be us."
"We paid our
dues, Will," he reminded her. "Let them save
the world a few dozen times and then they can stick
around. Drinks, anyone?"
said, not needing to state her preference.
please," Willow said, flopping down onto the couch.
She looked nervously around at the crowd, hoping not to
recognize anyone who had been here ‘that’ night.
Willow jumped as Xander tapped her shoulder with the
bottle of water.
Willow," Xander said moving around and sitting next
to Anya. "Will you please relax?"
Xander," she whispered looking down at the bottle
in her hands. She rubbed some of the drops of the
condensation between her fingers and her thumb—she
silently wished the Hellmouth itself would open up and
swallow her whole.
Anya looked at the
witch intuitively and finally asked, "What did you
Willow looked up at
the ex-vengeance demon. I can’t do this, she
thought to herself, feeling her hands start to shake
she began. "Last time I was here was with Amy,
Xander frowned at his
friend. "What happened, Will?"
whispered, finally opening the water and taking a long
draught. "Lots of stuff. Mostly mischief, but we
used people as if they were our toys."
said softly, trying to picture his sweet Willow abusing
people that way. Sure, most of the people at the Bronze
were jerks, but they didn’t deserve to be played with
wicked!" Anya wiggled in her seat excitedly.
"What did you do? I hope you didn’t turn folks
into bunnies…’cause that would be just evil, you
bunnies," Willow admitted. "There were a few
Xander said, looking around as if expecting to see a
"No more sheep,
Xand," Willow said with a small wry smile. "No
more magic. Not if I want Tara back."
around, Will," he said, ever the loyal friend.
"You’ll win her back. Just give her time."
"Tara’s not a
prize to be won, Xander," Anya pointed out.
"Willow’s got to earn her back and it’s not
going to be easy. In my day, I’ve turned quite a few
men into sheep for a lot less than what Willow did to
big?" Xander asked. "Just a couple of spells
that went wacky."
"No! Not ‘and
yet’!" Anya said. "You don’t realize just
how much you’ve hurt her, Willow."
"Well, what about
me?" Willow said, getting angrier. "I’ve
been hurt here, too, you know! Hello! I’m the one she
walked out on. She said we needed to work out our
problems together, but she just up and left. She won’t
even take my phone calls. How’s that gonna solve
"Going to that
magic dealer wasn’t the way to solve your problems
either, Willow," Anya pointed out.
Willow could feel her
anger quickly being replaced by shame. "I’m not
going near him again," she finally whispered.
said sincerely. "Wacky spells aside, you’ve got a
lot to make up to Tara just for what you did with that
Xander said, confused. "Huh?"
Willow could see that
Xander did not understand and had no intention of
enlightening her old friend, but unfortunately Anya did
not have the same compunction as she gleefully began to
recount the magic exchange process to her fiancé.
"I need another
water," she said, not wanting to face Xander. She
jumped up and headed for the bar, absently tossing the
empty plastic bottle into a waste can as she passed it.
Willow said pressing up close to the bar trying not to
jostle the people around her. "Can I have another
the bartender replied, turning around to the
Willow was bumped from
one side and accidentally bumped into the person on her
she said, absently reaching for her water.
soft sultry voice purred. Willow’s could feel her
flesh crinkle in recognition. "About time you got
here. What took you so long?"
Willow turned to the
woman standing next to her. Her mouth opened in shock as
she got a good look. The woman was wearing low cut
leather pants over equally black boots. A silk top that
was buttoned just underneath the swell of her bosom left
most of her midriff bare in an upside-down V, the sides
of the shirt playfully tickling the pale flesh
underneath. Willow stared for just a moment at the
exposed belly button, feeling all of the moisture in her
mouth instantly dry up. She tore her eyes away and
looked up at the flowing blonde hair and into that
wonderful half-smirk which had always meant she was
about to be ravished.
someone else, perhaps?" Warm blue eyes glinted
playfully at Willow as a cool hand reached up to caress
the redhead’s cheek.
hastened to reassure her, but then a new thought popped
into her head and she felt a flare of anger. "What
are you doing here? I mean, I love the outfit a-and all,
but…" This was not Tara’s normal attire. She
was out to impress. That was for sure. Willow realized
that maybe there was a someone in Tara’s life that she
wanted to impress. Even though she didn’t want an
answer Willow still asked, "Are you meeting
Oh that came out
smooth and not the least bit controlling,
Willow chastised herself.
Quickly she tried to
make up for it. "I mean…you know, I’m only here
with Xander and Anya…"
mind flashed to the look on Tara’s face when she and
Amy came home from their night of partying—a look of
shock and betrayal followed quickly by anger. Willow
tried to explain that it was Amy the rat but perhaps
Tara hadn’t heard in her rush to leave. Or maybe she
thought there was something more going on. She felt the
need to continue when Tara wasn’t responding.
"A-and for the
record, that thing you walked in on the other
morning…with Amy? That was nothing…I mean, she’s
just a friend…a-and…"
Tara’s purr cut through Willow’s babbling, as she
continued to caress Willow’s cheek. It felt so good
that Willow couldn’t help but lean into the touch
"And you’re blushing, too. You are
Willow stepped back unable to think clearly while Tara
was touching her. She sensed she was missing something
important here. Last
week she wouldn’t speak to me and now I’m adorable?
faded away as Tara moved in and embraced her completely,
pressing her long body sensuously into hers and Willow
found herself pushed almost roughly up against the bar.
"Oh gods," Willow moaned, feeling the hard
points of Tara’s nipples tickling her own through the
sheer fabric of their clothing. All thoughts fled
completely as Tara’s lips came down on her own and the
sounds of the busy activity surrounding them faded away
Finally, in need of
breath, Willow pulled away. "Oh Tara! I’m so
sorry! I quit the magics—for good this time! A-and I
want to make it up to you, all of it. Will you let me?
Please? I mean I know it takes time...but I just want
the chance Tara…"
about it, Will," Tara said, a smile gracing her
lips. "I found you…we’re together. That’s all
Willow looked into
Tara’s eyes, happiness filling her, but a part of her
brain screaming out warnings, trying to cut through the
lust. Shut up, you! She told her uncertainty.
This is Tara!
Who’s your friend?" Xander’s voice finally
broke through to her. She kept a protective arm around
Tara’s waist as they both turned to face him and Anya.
Willow gave her best friend a happy smile, still too
dazed by Tara’s presence to answer his question.
You’re Tara!" Xander’s eyes nearly popped out
of his head as they raked Tara’s sultry form from head
to toe. Willow glanced at Tara, half expecting her to be
blushing from the obvious look, but Tara was just
smiling as she too looked over Xander.
Tara laughed and Willow thought she could almost hear
contempt in Tara’s voice. "Imagine that!"
Anya did a double take
as she watched Xander’s reaction.
grabbed his arm where Anya had pinched him, breaking his
gaze on the blonde. Turning back to Willow and Tara he
said, "I was gonna see if you wanted to place an
order for something to eat but it looks like Anya and I
might be dining alone."
Willow smiled. I
know what’s on my menu, she thought.
now," Anya said, pulling at Xander. "Nice
look, Tara. It’s extreme, but good…stay away from
Xander, he’s mine. You two have fun." As they
began to give the pair some privacy Anya called back
over her shoulder. "I told you that outfit worked,
Willow waved slightly not knowing how to respond. Things
were happening so fast, her head was in such a blur that
she was afraid that any moment now she’d wake up and
realize this was just another dream.
Xander waved, pulling his fiancé after him.
lover," Tara said, taking Willow’s hand.
Tara had the
overwhelming feeling she was being watched as she ate
her dinner in the student union and studied for her
statistics test. Realizing that she wasn’t going to
get any work done while constantly looking over her
shoulder, she closed her books and took her tray to the
counter. Her room was quieter and away from the unseen
eyes that she felt following her. Deciding that maybe it
was just her imagination, she shrugged it off and headed
back to her Hall.
She was almost to her
door when she heard a familiar voice in the nearly empty
corridor. She stopped and turned around, clutching her
books to her chest.
"W-what are you
doing here?" Tara asked. She’d made it clear to
Willow that she didn’t want to see her. The few times
that Willow tried to call to chat, Tara hung up on her.
It had been a while since Willow had tried to reach her
so she was surprised to find her at her dorm.
"This is where my
heart led me. Maybe I was always destined for higher
Tara watched as Willow
approached her but something was askew about the
redhead. Tara heard about the car accident and how
Willow had finally sworn off the magics. Tara was glad
that her ex-lover was trying to get her life back in
order. Of course that didn’t stop her from shooting a
look of disapproval in Willow’s direction when she
picked up Dawn for their latest ‘fun day’ together.
Maybe Willow thought by kicking the black arts it gave
her leverage to move back into Tara’s life. If that
was the case Willow was sadly mistaken.
As her ex-lover
approached Tara took in the sight before her. Black
leather pants, leather boots…lots of…leather. But
aside from her appearance her aura seemed different and
Tara wondered that instead of kicking the magics that
perhaps Willow had jumped in headfirst. She looked
beautiful, Tara had to admit, but she was pale—as if
she hadn’t been eating or resting properly.
gonna invite me in?" Willow said as she approached
closer—her voice soft and her steps gentle.
"What do you
want?" Tara asked again, avoiding the question.
Willow was within
arm’s reach now and her hand moved to touch Tara’s
face. Instead of the contact she was hoping for Willow
watched Tara back away.
"What did I do
that was so wrong that you won’t let me in?"
Willow asked, cocking her head, hoping for an answer.
Tara literally felt
her jaw sitting on her clutched books. "If you have
to ask Willow then you don’t deserve an answer."
"Such a plain
Jane," Willow sighed.
pinched and she stopped from entering her room.
"What did you just…?" This is totally
pointless. She shook it off. "Why are you
sighed as she strolled around Tara.
The blonde made sure
to keep Willow in her sight the entire time, turning 360
degrees as Willow circled her and spoke.
"You’ve got a
gorgeous body under all that frump. Would it hurt you to
show it off once in awhile? You know I love it when
men…even a few women…look at you. It’s a wonderful
feeling you know? Having their eyes feel you up. But you
know the rules, don’t you?"
Tara asked. Willow was scaring her beyond belief at this
point. She felt trapped between trying to figure out
what was happening with Willow and darting inside to the
safety of her room.
her ex-lover continued, "They can look but they
better not touch. That body belongs to me."
Tara stopped being
nervous at that point. She was mad—her anger bubbling
up to the surface.
"Okay, first of
all my body has always been my own. Second, I quit
sharing my body with you when you raped my mind—not
once but TWICE! And third…"
Tara didn’t get to
her third point. Willow grabbed Tara by the arm and
pulled her closer with amazing strength. The force that
Willow possessed was much more than Tara had ever seen.
It was almost as if she had Slayer strength and she was
unable to pull away. She felt Willow’s tongue start at
the base of her neck and move up to her earlobe.
mine," Willow whispered.
Tara couldn’t pull
away. Willow was too strong. Her body trembled in fear
but she knew she had to protect herself so she
instinctively did the first thing that came to mind.
Tara shouted. The force of the spell shook both of them
and Willow flew back into the wall behind her. Tara
paused in shock. She couldn’t believe what had come
over Willow. She watched as Willow shook off the jolt
while her face contorted and shifted into vamp form.
now!" She raged with a snarl and a flash of her
Shock gave way to
reality. This was why Willow felt different. She’d
been turned. Without missing a beat Tara raced inside
her room and slammed the door, locking it.
This was her place,
her home. Willow couldn’t get in without an invite. Or
could she? It was a public housing development
and…and…hadn’t she invited Willow into her room,
when she came by to pick up Dawn after a weekend
sleepover? What if she’d already been a vamp that
night? With two swipes of her hand Tara moved the
dresser and the bed against the door. That should
hold her. At least for the moment.
Tara told herself to
concentrate. She had to think about this. Did she really
see Willow vamp out? Was it just her imagination? Okay
now whose taking a break from reality? This is Sunnydale.
Of course she saw it. Willow was turned. She was
soulless. She was gone. Forever. Yeah
you decided to leave but you always hoped…
It was too much and
Tara began to cry. Magic didn’t take her lover away in
the end. A vampire had. But who? Who could be
powerful enough to take her, to turn her? And why
wasn’t Buffy there to stop… Buffy!
Tara picked up the
phone, dialing as quick as she could. She gave a small
prayer to any God that would listen, asking that Buffy
be home tonight. On the third ring she heard the
You’ve gotta get to my dorm, r-right now!"
Buffy shouted, "Come down here!"
Dawn knew when her
sister was mad. This was not one of the ‘you stained
my favorite shirt and now your butt is mine’ yells.
This was fear. She could tell by the urgency of
Buffy’s voice and she flew downstairs. "What’s
"No time to
explain. We’ve gotta get to Tara’s and I can’t
leave you in the house—just in case Willow shows up.
It’s her house too and…."
Did Willow hurt Tara?"
She’s scared but…Look, we’ll talk on the way. Get
Buffy opened the door
to find Xander and Anya walking up the steps.
"Thank God you’re here. You’re okay,
Xander and Anya looked
at each other before turning back to Buffy.
"Umm…last we checked yeah. We’ve had a few
disagreements about whether I should go black tux or
wedding," Buffy answered.
called," Buffy told them.
huh?" Xander grinned.
could keep her hands off Willow long enough to dial a
phone," Anya harrumphed.
"They’re at the
Bronze," Xander told Buffy. "That’s why we
stopped by. Figured we’d give you the inside scoop.
Willow and Tara are patching things up."
up is more like it," Anya remarked. "You
should have seen them. I mean…"
impossible," Buffy said.
asked. "This is great news!"
"No. No. I mean
Tara just called me from her dorm scared almost witless.
Willow cornered her about ten minutes ago and…she
huh?" Xander asked.
"Willow morphed into a vampire. Tara’s got
herself locked in her room and she’s waiting for me to
"That can’t be
Buffy. Willow was with us."
added. "I saw Willow leave with them tonight. How
can she be two places at once?"
can’t," Buffy replied as a look of concern washed
over her face. "But if there’s two Willows here
"That also means
there’s two Taras because we just left a Tara-like
person at the bar," Anya replied.
"Get back to the
Bronze," Buffy told the pair. "Make sure that
Willow leaves without Tara. We’ll meet back here after
I get…Tara." It sounded confusing but she knew
they’d understand. "Agreed?" she added just
Buffy could see the
concern rising on Xander’s face. "What if we’re
too late Buff…?"
"We might be if
we keep standing around—now go!"
Xander nodded and
raced back toward the car with Anya in tow.
Buffy told Dawn as she started to jog down the sidewalk.
"We’ve gotta get to Tara’s dorm."
"You know my arm
is still mending," Dawn retorted as she tried to
"If you don’t
hurry I’ll put your butt in a sling too. No
complaints. Just move."
Tara heard the knock
on her window and physically jumped off the bed,
dropping the cross she’d been holding. She’d never
put much faith in the Christian belief but if it worked
on vamps she’d decided long ago she’d have one in
every placed she lived in Sunnydale. She released a sigh
of relief when she saw it was Buffy.
"What took so
long?" Tara asked.
weight," she nodded toward Dawn with a teasing
grin, which earned her a slap from her younger sister.
"Besides I saw Xander and there might be trouble
"You mean Willow
getting turned isn’t trouble?"
Buffy said stepping back so Tara could leap out,
"I’ll explain on the way home."
out there Buffy. I can feel her," Tara said with a
slight quiver in her voice.
"I know. But I
got a sneaky suspicion that the Willow at your door
isn’t our Willow."
Tara paused. She knew
what she saw. It was Willow. She was certain. But then
she remembered the story.
Anya’s ‘Mistress of Pain’ vamp?"
Buffy gave a half
chuckle. "Cute nickname but yeah."
"How did she get
sure," Buffy confessed. "But we’ll explain
what we do know on the way home."
Will," Tara sighed in Willow’s ear. "You
smell good enough to eat."
For a brief moment, on
the Bronze dance floor, Tara morphed. Her fangs ached to
pierce Willow’s flesh. The thought of being able to
drink from Willow excited her beyond belief but this
wasn’t the time or the place. She had a mission to see
to. Her desires would have to wait until later. She took
a deep, calming breath letting her face recoil into the
one that Willow knew so well. Her hands worked their way
down to Willow’s backside. She couldn’t help it. She
wanted to know if this Willow felt like hers, tasted
like hers. Her curiosity could get her staked if Willow
walked in and found her fondling…Willow.
couldn’t be the fuzzy Willow that her Mistress spoke
of during their planning. This Willow wasn’t fuzzy at
all—tight denim jeans with a firm ass tucked inside.
The silk shirt was a nice contrast Tara had to admit.
The leather her Willow wore was often restrictive but
this…this brown, smooth garment could be easily ripped
And didn’t her
Mistress say she wanted Willow brought in anyway
possible? She could always explain that she had to take
this Willow to bed or to the alley or to the restroom
stall or...Hell any place would do at this moment as
their bodies swayed against each other on the dance
"I wanna be alone
with you," Tara whispered. "Would you take
speak. Would I
take her? Of course I’d take her. Anywhere she wants.
Anything she wants.
"We could go back
home. I’m sure Buffy’s on patrol a-and Dawn’s
usually in her room with her headphones."
told her. "Some place private—alone. Someplace
where I can make you scream."
Willow thought her
legs might turn to jelly. "There’s always your
dorm. I know there’re thin walls but…isn’t like
they haven’t heard screaming before," Willow
added with a sexy smirk.
Tara pulled back and
gave Willow a long, lecherous look as she licked her
lips. "Lead the way," she said nodding toward
Willow walked past
their table with Tara’s hand in hers but then stopped.
"Wait! Almost forgot my coat," Willow
Tara followed and
watched as Willow put it on, adjusting the collar. Tara
reached up and fingered the lapel.
"Umm…Leather," she sighed.
Tara answered as she pulled Willow into a searching
Xander and Anya bolted
through the entrance and looked around. Both of them
only exhaled after they found the pair still there,
kissing near the table.
plan?" Xander asked.
it," Anya told him.
They walked up quickly
but slowed down just before their approach to the table.
"Hey look!" Xander said, "It’s the new
not so new love birds."
"Yes, who are
leaving now," Willow answered, making her way past
them with Tara’s hand in hers.
"Hey wait up
Will," Xander said, as he snagged by the arm,
"Where’s the fire?"
"Do you really
want me to answer that?" Willow retorted.
Xander felt a smirk
come to his lips. Hell,
yeah. No. NO! Bad thoughts. Focus Xander. Focus.
you leave," Anya announced. "I’d like to
have a word with Tara. It’ll only be a few
Anya didn’t wait for
a rejection. She tugged Tara away from the circle,
moving toward the bar. Once they were at a safe distance
Xander turned his back to Tara and moved closer to
"We don’t think
that’s Tara." Xander told her.
"Why because she
still might have the slightest bit of interest in
Buffy got a call from Tara about a half hour ago while
we were all here. Seems there’s a vamp Willow who set
up camp in front of Tara’s dorm room."
"Listen to me
Will. We need to figure out what’s going on. Just tell
‘Tara’ goodnight and make a date for tomorrow night.
When we get home I’ll prove that’s not really
"Do you honestly
think I couldn’t tell if it was Tara?"
"Willow, look at
her," Xander said pitching a thumb toward the bar.
"Have you ever seen that much leather on
Tara—well at least in public anyway? Not sure what you
gals do on the weekends at the dorm."
with the pale complexion?" he asked. "Yeah,
Tara’s a fair skinned blonde but this one’s lacking
a certain fleshy tone pigment don’t you think?"
Willow began to look
with a keen eye for the first time all evening.
"W-well," Willow stuttered. "Maybe this
is just a new look for her and the pale thing…. lack
It sounded ridiculous
even to her.
sweetheart, I know you want her back. And I know that if
Tara walked in looking like that you wouldn’t be able
to see straight—no pun intended. Hell even we thought
it was her but now…Just come home with us tonight. If
we’re right we saved your life and if we’re wrong
then…the real Tara would love you as much tomorrow and
respect your need to take things slow…We both know
right huh? It doesn’t happen often," Willow
"No it doesn’t
but trust me on this one okay? I’m telling
Willow gave him a
slight tap and nodded behind him. He turned to see Anya
and Tara approach.
Willow cleared her
throat. "Tara, something’s come up and…I’m
gonna have to call it a night."
"Did you get the
too much too soon speech that I just got from
Blondie?" Tara grinned as she pointed to Anya.
exclaimed, "…I happen to care very deeply about
what happens to Willow." Every one in the small
circle gave a suspicious eye. "Okay that sounds
like I like Willow more than…well…ever actually. But
I really do like you Tara! Your lips were never on
stop talking," Xander said with a polite grin.
Tara," Anya replied. "Trust me when I say
it’s just too soon. For all we know Willow could get
back on the magics and go on some wild, free-for-all,
black arts bender."
Anya." Willow nodded. "I can feel your love
and concern from all the way over here."
sarcastic again, isn’t she?" Anya asked Xander.
"Yes dear but can
we just go?"
Xander didn’t want
to drag this out any longer. Willow closed the short
distance and gave Tara a hug. That’s when she felt it.
Or more to the point, didn’t feel it. Once Willow’s
libido cooled down she could just feel something deep
within Tara, telling her this wasn’t her Tara. Sure
Xander pointed out the obvious—not so obvious—but
still…This really wasn’t her Baby. Willow
took Tara’s hands and for the first time all night she
realized how cold they felt. Her Tara was always warm.
In fact, her Tara would tease HER about the contrast of
their temperatures. ‘Cold hands, Cold Feet, Warm
Heart’ the blonde had told her one night as they
snuggled in bed. Needless to say, Tara had some
wonderful ways of raising Willow’s temperature that
evening and many evenings.
In an instant, all of
Willow’s hopes of reconciliation fell, shattering
around her. Her Tara hadn’t returned to her. Her Tara
wasn’t coming back. And why should she? You’re a
strung out magic addict who doesn’t seem to do
anything right—like recognize the love of your life.
tomorrow?" Willow asked Tara, willing herself not
to cry, trying to keep up the façade.
nodded. "I’ll just head back to my place
Willow gave her a soft
kiss on the lips and slowly turned to leave, letting
Anya and Xander lead her away from the Bronze and the
dreams she began to rebuild in her mind.
Tara sighed as watched the trio slip out the door.
"On to Plan B."
Xander, Anya and
Willow walked into the Summers house to find Dawn, Buffy
and Tara in the living room. The three of them stood up.
Buffy leaned down and picked up a crucifix she had on
the table, tossing it to Willow.
The reforming witch
caught it and looked at the Slayer with a questioning
testing," Buffy told her. "Seems your old
friend’s back in town and paid Tara a visit."
Willow nodded and
turned to Tara. "Did she hurt you?"
Tara shook her head
but didn’t speak. They hadn’t spoken since the car
accident happened and Tara didn’t feel comfortable
saying anything. Besides she felt unnerved and
tongue-tied where Willow was concerned.
"She’s okay and
it’s really Tara," Buffy told them. "I saw
her holding a cross when I got there."
on Buff?" Xander asked.
obvious?" Anya remarked. "When Vamp Willow got
sent back she found the Tara of her world. Probably
guess, too," Tara told Anya. "Evil Willow
sired…me. Not me but you get the point…what we
can’t figure out is how they got here."
Buffy answered. "But there’s gotta be a reason
for it all."
Everyone looked at
Anya at that point.
"It wasn’t me!
Sure maybe I did it once before but that was a long time
ago. I have no reason to bring her back. And for the
record I didn’t bring her here the first time. That
was Willow’s fault. She goofed up the spell like
"You know what
Anya," Willow began, her hands automatically going
to her hips. She was on the edge of a rant but Xander
pointing fingers here ladies. Let’s try to stay
right," Buffy replied.
"You’re two for
two tonight," Willow grinned.
"Yeah. Right two
times in a row—a new personal best," he answered.
Willow gave a half
chuckle and began to take off her coat. "Well this
isn’t something we can just ‘look up.’ I’m
almost positive there’s nothing on record about Evil
Willow since she’s not from this dimension."
"True. We need to
talk to them," Buffy said. "And we need a way
to know who’s who. We don’t need any Will/Tara
"We could paint
their pinkies," Dawn offered.
"What do you
mean?" Tara asked Dawn.
fingernails…In health class our teacher said that’s
how new parents tell twins apart. We could paint your
pinkies so if we’re in question as to who you really
are all we have to do is look at your hands. I’ve got
some blue polish upstairs. I’ll go get it."
"And what do we
do?" Xander asked.
comfortable," Buffy told them. "No one’s
leaving this house until we get it worked out.
Tara and Willow looked
at each other. It was the first time since their break
up that they’d been in a room that long together let
alone staying the night. Maybe more than a night. Maybe
lots of nights.
"Where are we
gonna put everyone?" Willow asked cautiously.
It was then that Buffy
caught the uneasy look between the ex-lovers.
see…Well Xander and Anya can take your room Will. Tara
can stay in Dawn’s room and you can sleep with me…in
my room I mean," Buffy added quickly. Somehow
Willow and Tara’s nervousness was getting contagious.
Tara and Willow both
knew they were in for a long night.