When I awoke the next morning…[theatrical_muse]
Written in ficlet form. It kind of ran away with me…
Fixing my shirt I look in the mirror, smiling as I see Willow gazing at me from where she is in the room. Our eyes meet through the glass. “What?” A small smile forms on my lips.
“Nothing.” She gives me that sassy look of hers that always gets me.
“You lie.” I pick up Willow’s hairbrush and start brushing out my hair, my gaze not leaving hers from the mirror.
“What? I’m not allowed to look at my girl and think of how lucky I am?”
“Ohh no, of course, by all means do continue.” I tilt my head to the side and sweep my hair over my shoulder to brush it out more. I can’t believe how long it’s getting, I’ve never let it grow past the middle of my back.
I see Willow over my shoulder looking around the room for something. “If you’re looking for shoes you know they are most likely in Dawnie’s room.” She smiled and nodded. That’s where either of our clothes went. Dawns room. Without fail if either of us bought something new it’d end up in her room by the end of the week. I didn’t mind, neither did Willow; we were all a family of sorts. We were a family of misfits that fit together by some form of luck.
I smile when I hear her call out that she found them under Dawn’s bed. Sighing I push my hair back off my shoulders and put down the brush. That was the best I was going to get out of it today, darn bed hair.
I turn and see the bed, smiling when I think about the last forty-eight hours back here at the house. It’s been wonderful, just Willow and I. No magick. That was the best part; us without magick. I didn’t worry about Willow’s addiction once and that was something I hadn’t done in so long that I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of me.
I couldn’t keep the worry from my mind though as I looked at the door to the bedroom. I was worried about what was going to happen - what was likely to happen - when we left this room. I knew things would change. It wouldn’t just be the two of us anymore. Life factored in and that always makes the best things to sour. I still hoped that we were strong enough to make it work this time. That I was strong enough to stand by her, maybe that strength would keep her from turning back to magick. All I could do now is hope.
I sit on the bed and sigh, thinking about the night that I came here after we had had coffee at The Expresso Pump. I was consumed by old feelings that I didn’t care about everything else. I just wanted to be us again, I wanted my Willow back. I wanted how things were before everything got complicated. I didn’t want the magick-crazed girl that she’d become. I wanted Willow.
“Hey, what’s with the long face?” I turned and saw Willow standing there. I shook my head. “N-nothing sweetie. Just thinking.”
I stood up and smiled as she came over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her arms were higher then usual because of the height of heels to the shoes. They made her a few inches taller then me. “Hey. Now I know why you wanted those shoes.” I gave her a half smile and shook my head as she looked at me with that half innocent, half smirk of hers. “Vixen.”
I leaned in and kissed her deeply, moaning softly as her arms tightened around me, making me feel safe. I always felt safe with her, my Willow. Breaking the kiss I leaned in and kissed her nose before we hugged.
I closed my eyes and took in her scent. She smelled of honey, lilacs and there was always a hint of vanilla from her shampoo. “You smell good.” She only giggled in response and kissed the place where my neck and shoulder met as she tangled her hand in my hair at the nape of my neck.
I got lost in the moment and I barely noticed when there was a loud shot from outside. I released her a bit from the hug and looked at her. “Did you hear that?” She shook her head and I smiled at her. She tightened her fingers in my hair and pulled me down for a kiss. Before we moved there was another shot, followed by glass shattering and a soft wet thud.
I felt a searing pain rip through my shoulder when I heard Willow gasp. Looking down at her, my face filled with alarm, I saw a blank look on her face as I held her by her upper arms. “Willow?” I didn’t notice the hole that went through her chest till I felt the blood run over my arm. “Oh god, Willow.”
My face and voice was filled with panic as she fell to the floor. “Willow!” I fell to my knees and felt a shooting pain rip up my shoulder. Turning my head I saw that I’d been hit as well. I assumed that it was a bullet by the neatly round hole it tore out of my shirt and shoulder.
I reached down with my good arm and pushed the hair away from her face, I tried to gather her up in my arms. “Willow…ohh Willow…” I felt the tears stream down my face like rivers of fire. Her eyes were closed and her face was already starting to feel cool to the touch.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself from sobbing and keeping my mind on getting help for her. I closed my eyes as the room started to spin, I took a deep breath and coughed. I could feel my left lung fill with fluid that I knew was blood with every breath I took. I opened my mouth to yell and call for help. Not for me, but for Willow. Willow couldn’t be gone, she had to be ok. I just needed to call someone for help, someone to help my Willow.
Gripping onto the edge of the bed and opened my mouth to yell, I could feel and taste blood as it came up from my throat, it flowed over my tongue and ran down the corner of my mouth. It tasted of copper and death. The only sound I could make was a wet gargle before the room went dark.
Character: Tara Maclay
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word Count: 1099
Fixing my shirt I look in the mirror, smiling as I see Willow gazing at me from where she is in the room. Our eyes meet through the glass. “What?” A small smile forms on my lips.
“Nothing.” She gives me that sassy look of hers that always gets me.
“You lie.” I pick up Willow’s hairbrush and start brushing out my hair, my gaze not leaving hers from the mirror.
“What? I’m not allowed to look at my girl and think of how lucky I am?”
“Ohh no, of course, by all means do continue.” I tilt my head to the side and sweep my hair over my shoulder to brush it out more. I can’t believe how long it’s getting, I’ve never let it grow past the middle of my back.
I see Willow over my shoulder looking around the room for something. “If you’re looking for shoes you know they are most likely in Dawnie’s room.” She smiled and nodded. That’s where either of our clothes went. Dawns room. Without fail if either of us bought something new it’d end up in her room by the end of the week. I didn’t mind, neither did Willow; we were all a family of sorts. We were a family of misfits that fit together by some form of luck.
I smile when I hear her call out that she found them under Dawn’s bed. Sighing I push my hair back off my shoulders and put down the brush. That was the best I was going to get out of it today, darn bed hair.
I turn and see the bed, smiling when I think about the last forty-eight hours back here at the house. It’s been wonderful, just Willow and I. No magick. That was the best part; us without magick. I didn’t worry about Willow’s addiction once and that was something I hadn’t done in so long that I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of me.
I couldn’t keep the worry from my mind though as I looked at the door to the bedroom. I was worried about what was going to happen - what was likely to happen - when we left this room. I knew things would change. It wouldn’t just be the two of us anymore. Life factored in and that always makes the best things to sour. I still hoped that we were strong enough to make it work this time. That I was strong enough to stand by her, maybe that strength would keep her from turning back to magick. All I could do now is hope.
I sit on the bed and sigh, thinking about the night that I came here after we had had coffee at The Expresso Pump. I was consumed by old feelings that I didn’t care about everything else. I just wanted to be us again, I wanted my Willow back. I wanted how things were before everything got complicated. I didn’t want the magick-crazed girl that she’d become. I wanted Willow.
“Hey, what’s with the long face?” I turned and saw Willow standing there. I shook my head. “N-nothing sweetie. Just thinking.”
I stood up and smiled as she came over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her arms were higher then usual because of the height of heels to the shoes. They made her a few inches taller then me. “Hey. Now I know why you wanted those shoes.” I gave her a half smile and shook my head as she looked at me with that half innocent, half smirk of hers. “Vixen.”
I leaned in and kissed her deeply, moaning softly as her arms tightened around me, making me feel safe. I always felt safe with her, my Willow. Breaking the kiss I leaned in and kissed her nose before we hugged.
I closed my eyes and took in her scent. She smelled of honey, lilacs and there was always a hint of vanilla from her shampoo. “You smell good.” She only giggled in response and kissed the place where my neck and shoulder met as she tangled her hand in my hair at the nape of my neck.
I got lost in the moment and I barely noticed when there was a loud shot from outside. I released her a bit from the hug and looked at her. “Did you hear that?” She shook her head and I smiled at her. She tightened her fingers in my hair and pulled me down for a kiss. Before we moved there was another shot, followed by glass shattering and a soft wet thud.
I felt a searing pain rip through my shoulder when I heard Willow gasp. Looking down at her, my face filled with alarm, I saw a blank look on her face as I held her by her upper arms. “Willow?” I didn’t notice the hole that went through her chest till I felt the blood run over my arm. “Oh god, Willow.”
My face and voice was filled with panic as she fell to the floor. “Willow!” I fell to my knees and felt a shooting pain rip up my shoulder. Turning my head I saw that I’d been hit as well. I assumed that it was a bullet by the neatly round hole it tore out of my shirt and shoulder.
I reached down with my good arm and pushed the hair away from her face, I tried to gather her up in my arms. “Willow…ohh Willow…” I felt the tears stream down my face like rivers of fire. Her eyes were closed and her face was already starting to feel cool to the touch.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself from sobbing and keeping my mind on getting help for her. I closed my eyes as the room started to spin, I took a deep breath and coughed. I could feel my left lung fill with fluid that I knew was blood with every breath I took. I opened my mouth to yell and call for help. Not for me, but for Willow. Willow couldn’t be gone, she had to be ok. I just needed to call someone for help, someone to help my Willow.
Gripping onto the edge of the bed and opened my mouth to yell, I could feel and taste blood as it came up from my throat, it flowed over my tongue and ran down the corner of my mouth. It tasted of copper and death. The only sound I could make was a wet gargle before the room went dark.
Character: Tara Maclay
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word Count: 1099