I Heard a Rumor
After Willow gives Giles a warm welcome after returning from England to Sunnydale, post-magic recovery, the gang believe the two had a love affair. Buffy is the only voice of reason until...(PG-13)
Making Sense
Set 10 years post finale, a brief encounter forces Willow and Buffy to look deeper into their relationship.(PG-13)
Making Plans
Spicier sequel to Making Sense with Buffy's thoughts on the 'morning after'. (NC-17)
Private Conversations
Set during season five, Willow and Tara do a little experimentation and magic in the bedroom, with unexpected results. (R) 
Anya's List
Convinced that D'Hoffryn is going to kill her, Anya makes a bucket list, but she needs Willow's help with number 8. (NC-17)
Tough Love
Tara becomes the victim of a gay hate crime and the scoobies get a glimpse into the not so rosy side of Willow and Tara's life. (R
Ice Cream Dreams
So what if Xander's dream didn't end when he crawled into the back of his ice cream truck in the season four ender. (NC-17; Pairing W/T/X)
Interview With A Vampire
Willow visits Angel after her 'black magic bender'. (PG)
You. Me. Formal Wear.
Xander is stuck for a date to his contractor's association so he turns to 'old reliable' with unexpected results (PG-13)
12 Weeks
Chronicle of Willow's collapse  in 'Grave' until her return back to Sunnydale in 'Same Time Same Place'. Warning contains difficult topics like death, suicide and other unpleasant feelings.  (R)
Virgin Sacrifice
Willow needs a virgin for a spell and Kennedy is more than happy to help. (NC-17
Karamel Sutra
Willow sends Kennedy on a mission for a little Ben and Jerry's. (NC-17)
It's What I Do
Set after season seven, 'Get it Done'. Willow and Buffy have a chat and Ole fashioned scoobie bonding. (PG)
Show Me
Tara's in a horny spurt and tries to convince Willow to blow off a class.  (NC-17)
Coming Out All Wrong
Will and Tara come out, stumbling, to one last person in the Scoobie circle. (PG)
Coming Out of the Bedroom
Tara decides her love life with Willow needs spicing up & smut ensues (NC-17)
To Those Who Wield 
Set during the season 6 breakup of Will and Tara, the two ex's must work together and do battle with their vampire alter egos who are threatening their existence. (NC-17)
Interlude
Set after Chosen and before our virtual season, Watchers. (PG-13)
 

Title: To Those Who Wield

Author: CN Winters and Susan Carr

Fandom: Buffy fanfiction, Willow fanfiction, Buffy slash fanfiction, Willow Tara fanfiction

Disclaimers: Joss owns ‘em. I’m just borrowing ‘em.

Rating: NC-17 for grown up stuff like sex, language and violence.

Paring: Will and Tara; Vamp Will and Vamp Tara

Feedback: CN Winters (cnwinters71@yahoo.com) or Susan Carr (skeeter451@mysticmuse.net)

Synopsis: 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 havoc.

Special thanks: To Chris Cook for the ultra-cool banner

 

 

Part Seven

Spike took a deep breath before he raised his hand to knock on the door before him. Just shy of making connection, the door swung open.

"Just the gal I wanted to see," he said coming face to face with Buffy.

She wore a lazy grin. "Speak of the devil," she said in a voice far too chipper for his liking. He knew something was askew.

It wasn’t a shock when he felt himself being dragged into the house by the lapel of his jacket and slammed against the wall near the staircase. He watched Willow close the door behind them with all the damn Scoobies in the living room.

He wore a silly grin as he turned back to Buffy. "A round of rough and tumble luv," he cooed. "Sure your friends want to see this?"

"Shut up Spike," Buffy answered, pushing him against the wall, pulling a stake out from behind her, and pushing it over his heart. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t do this right now?"

He just grinned and instantly Buffy regretted the question. She knew he could tell all of them – Willow, Tara, Dawn, Xander, Anya – about the trysts she’d recently come to know with the vampire. She watched as he shifted his shoulders on the verge of saying what he wanted yet holding back. He licked his lips and instead of spouting things about their affair simply said, "I’ve got information you need."

"No shit Sherlock," Xander remarked. "Just do it and get it over with," he called from over Buffy’s shoulder, egging her on to stake him. "You can’t trust what he says anyway."

"Are you two willing to take that chance?" Spike asked Willow and Tara, totally ignoring Xander’s rant.

Tara walked over and gently touched Buffy on the shoulder, sliding next to her to stand in front of Spike.

"That’s what I thought," Spike said smugly.

Tara’s slap echoed through the entire house and Spike’s head shot in the opposite direction, his face stinging from the blow. He turned back around wide-eyed to see the resolve on the Wiccan’s face.

"How could you?" she asked him. "After all those months of helping us and…" Tara stopped herself when Spike turned away from her gaze. She grabbed him by the chin and turned him to look at her. "We believed in you."

The slap was nothing compared to the pain of her comment although he’d never admit it. Instead of letting it show, the walls went up around him and gave her a cocky grin.

"Sorry the people in your life’s been letting you down Pet. But don’t take all those frustrations out on me," he told her, sparing a glance to Willow who stood in the hallway behind the blonde women facing him.

The trick might have worked for Vamp Willow on her ex-lover but Tara wasn’t about to let Spike work her into a tizzy.

"No," she told him. "You tell me Spike. Why did you sell us out?"

"Who said anything about selling you out?" he countered, trying to delay while he processed his thoughts. Stupid bitch must’ve spilled the beans on me, he thought. "I don’t know what you’re bloody talking about."

"Come on Spike," Willow said. "You’re the only one who could have told them about the memory spell."

"Told who?" he asked innocently. "I’m good at keepin’ secrets, ain’t that right, Slayer?"

Buffy thrust her forearm into Spike’s windpipe, cutting off his words. "You damn well know who, Spike. Now spill! Tell us what you know about them."

Spike gagged in an attempt to speak until finally Buffy relented and loosened her hold. Spike looked into her eyes as he cleared his throat and knew she was in no mood for games.

"Alright, fine then, but would you mind moving the stake, luv? Makes a fella of my persuasion a bit edgy, know what I mean?"

Buffy nodded as she released Spike and the gang moved back into the living room.

"Well," Spike began, pulling out a cigarette and then letting out a small sigh when Buffy grabbed them and threw them on the table. "Imagine my surprise when these two birds show up on my doorstep? Thought for a moment that they’d been turned…broke my heart, it did."

"Yeah right," Willow murmured sarcastically.

"Tis true, pet," Spike said. "Like I told your double, I’m the only one who has the right to sire you and I’ll break in half any bugger who tries."

"How touching," Buffy said. "What did they want from you, Spike?"

Spike shrugged. "Place to crash. Took a real fancy to some of the more interesting equipment in the basement of my crypt, they did. Say, you two like to play the same way? Cause…judging from the noise Blondie was making, you both must be real wildcats."

Tara glanced at Willow, her face darkening with blood. She looked ready to slap Spike again. He realized it and continued.

"Alright, fine," he sighed. "Knew it bloody wouldn’t happen anyway, but they promised to magic away the chip in return for a little distraction."

"Distraction?" Buffy asked.

"Keep you busy, Slayer, while they perform a little mojo on the two witches here. Say! Perhaps you gals can help out a bit…they said all it would require was a wee teleportation spell. Seems like if you can teleport a bitch goddess away, you can get rid of this tiny thing in my head."

"Sorry Spike," Tara said, sounding anything but. "Willow can’t do magic anymore and I don’t have that kind of power or control. Half your brain would go out the door as well and that would leave you with nothing at all."

Spike blinked at the insult. "Yeah, well, you think you could be a little more grateful, seeing as how I’m helping out the bloody Scoobies, yet again!"

"Helping, Spike?" Willow asked. "You call airing our dirty laundry with a couple of evil creatures helping? What is that? Some kind of vampiric bonding thing? Bloodsucker solidarity? Did they let you join them for supper perhaps? Or how about a little ‘play action’ in the dungeon?"

"Ease up, Red," Spike said, wondering just how many buttons he could push before the witch snapped like a twig. "I said I’d help you. Your bitch double’s starting to get on my nerves anyway. Nothing she’s got is worth the crap she gives out."

"Buffy…" Xander began.

"No, wait," Buffy said. "What are they planning."

"Some kind of spell to drain the witches here of their power," he said, nodding his head toward Willow and Tara.

"And you agreed to help them do that?" Buffy said, her anger.

"They said it would only drain ‘em, not kill ‘em," he defended.

"What’s the spell, Spike?" Tara asked.

"Something called the alkie seltzer spell," he said with importance.

"Akor tures?" Tara asked.

"Uh, yeah," Spike shrugged. "That’s it."

"Then they lied to you, Spike," Willow said.

"What?"

"Unless they have our total cooperation, the An etay akor tures spell will kill us," Tara said, sitting heavily on the couch.

"Bloody hell!" he swore. "They promised they wouldn’t hurt any of the Scoobies."

"And you believed them?" Buffy said. "Just how stupid are you?"

"Is that a trick question?" Spike asked.

"Anything else you can tell us, Spike?" Willow asked.

He shrugged. "Other that describing what they like to do in my basement, I don’t think so. Unless you two would care to share?"

"Then get out Spike," Buffy ordered. "Pretend like you were never here. We’ll contact you when we’re ready."

"Uh, can I speak to you alone privately?" he asked, trying to catch her eye.

"No," she said. "Just go before I change my mind about staking you."

"Yeah, whatever," he said standing up and striding out the door.

The group just looked at each other.

"Well," Tara began. "We’ve confirmed what their plans are."

"Yeah," Willow said. "Now what?"

XXX

After leaving the campus and stopping at their suite for a change of clothes, Willow and Tara made their way to the mansion in a leisurely fashion. Despite Willow’s outward calm, Tara sensed her sire’s nervousness. The emotions were running high in Willow and Tara was naturally curious about the rest of the evening’s events. She was reluctant to question Willow at this time, but Willow’s mood was beginning to affect her as well.

After a few minutes of silence, Willow glanced at Tara. "You okay, Kitten?"

"What’s wrong, Willow?" Tara asked in return.

Willow sighed. "Nothing you need to worry about, Kitten. I want you to be yourself tonight."

Tara looked at Willow and knew her sire was hiding something from her. She thought about probing through their connection, but decided to let it go, willing to trust Willow on this. If this is another test, she thought, I want to prove myself to her on my own. I want her to be proud of me.

Willow smiled at her. "I’m already proud of you, my love," she said affectionately.

Tara would have blushed if she could have, but the sweet smile she gave Willow ran though the redhead like a forest fire.

"You look wonderful, Kitten," Willow added, looking appreciatively at her childe. Underneath a long, leather coat, Tara was dressed in dark leather pants, boots and a diaphanous silk blouse that left very little to the imagination. Her long hair was left unbound to flow in the breeze and her pale face only accentuated the ruby red of her lips. Willow could feel herself growing aroused again. What you do to me, you vixen! She chuckled to herself, willing Tara to pick up the thought.

"Nothing compared to what you do to me," Tara smirked.

"Later, love," Willow promised.

The pair continued on in relative silence through the night, absently holding hands as they made their way up Crawford Street to the large mansion at the top of the hill.

"Nice neighborhood," Tara commented. "The university student handbook warned us to stay away from here. I just assumed it was like an inner-city ghetto from the way they described it."

Willow laughed. "What else are they gonna say? Watch out for the crack ho vampires? No, Kitten. The mansion is the center of the Master’s stronghold. He rules from here and anyone stupid enough to wander near wouldn’t last long…even in the daytime with the human slaves keeping guard. The Master is well protected. Even the White Hats can’t get close to him here."

"White Hats?" Tara asked, her mind whirling with even this little information that Willow was imparting. She knew she had so much to learn and strengthened her resolve to keep her wits about her tonight. Thank the goddess they had already fed well.

Willow’s tone turned dark. "Goody-goody humans who dare to interfere in our business. They’re led by a busybody librarian from the high school. He was the one who summoned the Slayer who killed Xander. I’m going to eat him for that…after I’m done with him."

Tara didn't know exactly Willow would do but by the glimmer in the redhead’s eyes she knew it wouldn't be good…for him. Soon another thought occurred to Tara. Slayer?

"Vampire Slayer," Willow remarked as if Tara said the word out loud. "Just another White Hat, only stronger than normal. There’s only one in the world and when one dies another is called…blah, blah, blah. The Master killed the one who got Xander so they can’t be that tough."

"The Master was your sire’s sire?" Tara asked.

Willow nodded, anticipating Tara’s next question, delighting in how sharp Tara’s mind was. Her kitten knew to ask the right questions.

"So that makes him my great-grandsire," Tara concluded. "He’s old?"

"Very old," Willow said. "Centuries. Other than Drusilla, he’s the oldest vampire I know."

"Who is she?"

"She’s very special, Kitten," Willow smiled. "I think you’ll like her. She’s taught me a lot of what I plan on teaching you."

Tara shivered at the tone in Willow’s voice; the implied promise frightened her a little, but excited her as well.

The two vampires walked up the path to the entrance of the towering mansion, and Tara could not help but wonder if its occupant was as imposing. With her newly born senses, she could tell there were many of the undead close by. Minions, Tara thought, remembering what Willow had called the fawning creatures back at the suite who seemed to jump at Willow’s every command. Lesser vampires who serve more powerful ones. Like my Willow.

"Do they always show their demon face?" Tara asked, looking at one of the guards who held the carved wooden doors open for them as they walked into the foyer. Tara noted how he bowed respectfully before them, especially Willow.

"There’s very little human left in them, my love," Willow replied. "Makes it hard for them to hunt since they can’t blend in. Sometimes a minion can raise itself to a higher position, but that’s rare…depends more on who made them. They make good foot soldiers, spear carriers, cannon fodder…there’ll always be more."

"So, you’re like a big general or something?" Tara giggled at the image.

Willow grinned. "More like second-in-command, Kitten."

Tara thought again as another minion took their coats. "And I?" she asked. "What am I?"

Willow smiled tenderly at the blonde and gently caressed her soft cheek, relishing the close contact of their bodies. "You’re my childe…my mate…my everything. When you are at my side Kitten, there’s very little in this world you need fear. Always remember that and act accordingly. Understand?"

Tara nodded as she leaned in to Willow’s caress. Willow moved forward and captured Tara’s full lips in a passionate kiss, certain now that her childe would pass the tests required of her this evening.

After a few minutes, she moved away and sensuously moved her hand down Tara’s silk-clad arm to take her cool hand in hers. "Let’s go," she breathed, her body still on fire from the kiss.

Tara smirked and, feeling more confident, nodded to the minion waiting on them to lead the way.

The minion brought them through the vaulted living room and through a pair of open French doors into a pleasant courtyard. The area was lit with hanging paper lanterns and the sweet smell of night-blooming jasmine filled the air. Tara’s senses also picked up the faint echo of heartbeats and she noticed several humans clustered in a group in one corner of the garden being watched over by minions.

Suddenly forgetting the humans, Tara was flooded with new sensations…awe and fear at the top of the list. Focusing on the large, ornate throne sitting at a prominent place in the courtyard, she knew without asking that this was the Master.

 

Tara felt as if her childhood nightmares of death had suddenly leapt into reality. The Master radiated power and strength, confidence and humor. His features were sharp and harsh; more vampiric than her own…as if he were Vampire personified. And yet, he radiated a certain compelling beauty. She looked on him the same way a human would look upon a respected elder, as if the wizened face of the Master was his mark of age and experience.

"Ah! Willow, my dear," he said raising himself from his throne and holding out his hand. "How good of you to attend me this evening."

Willow stepped forward and politely offered her hand to him to kiss. "How good of you to have us, Master."

"Your company is always a pleasure, my sweet," he said holding her hand in both of his. Tara looked at his long claws in fascination as they gently caressed Willow’s white skin.

"Master," Willow began. "May I present my childe - Tara."

"Tara," the Master whispered as he let go of Willow’s hand and took Tara’s. "A strong and mighty tower."

Tara felt her throat dry up with fear…she could feel the Master’s presence moving inside her and instinctively knew he was judging her. Strengthening her resolve, she willed herself to speak. "May I prove so for Willow and you, Master."

"Indeed?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. "Tell me, Tara, where are you from? I’m sure I would have noticed a prime specimen such as yourself before now so you surely can’t been a local?"

"North of here, Master," she replied, uncomfortable with the line of questioning. She didn’t want to share her past with anyone, especially this creature, but she felt compelled to answer him.

"And what brings you to our fair town?"

Tara felt Willow’s presence nearby as her mind churned in turmoil. She was ready to tell the Master everything…about her father’s abuse and her brother, but thinking of Willow she found the strength to resist. "Willow’s here, Master," she finally answered. "Here is the only place I belong."

Tara felt the Master’s hold on her mind fade away as the old vampire laughed.

"Oh, she’s a rare gem, Willow. Well done, my dear. Well done, indeed."

"Thank you, Master," Willow smiled, taking Tara’s hand again and squeezing in gentle reassurance. Tara could feel the relief in her sire and noted to herself to ask Willow about what had just transpired later when they were alone. She knew she had passed the Master’s test, but if she were to be a player in this game, she’d need to know the rules.

Willow could sense Tara’s annoyance, but simply smiled at her with a wry quirk of her eyebrow as the Master led them towards the group of humans.

"Well," he began. "I can smell that you’ve already dined well tonight my dears, but perhaps I can offer you both a bit of refreshment? Willow? I believe you have a preference for Chinese?"

"Mmmm, yes Master," Willow purred.

Tara watched as a minion dressed in a stylized servant’s garb approached an Asian woman. Another minion held her tight while the first used a scalpel to deftly open the vein in her wrist, allowing the rich blood to drain into a large golden goblet he held carefully underneath as the woman whimpered in pain.

"And you, Tara?" the Master asked. "What do you have a taste for? A Mexican beauty from just south of the border? Or perhaps a smooth French tart?"

Tara looked over the selection. "Mexican, if you will Master. I prefer my women spicy rather than saucy."

The Master gave a hearty laugh as another minion jumped to fill the order. "I myself do prefer a good smorgasbord. Variety is the spice of life, I say."

Watching Willow, Tara carefully controlled her features as she sipped from the warmed goblet. The aroma and taste of the fresh hot blood filled her senses and she closed her eyes in pleasure. Opening them again, she saw Willow looking at her and again she sensed how pleased her sire was with her. She remembered Willow’s lessons from the night before and realized why Willow had at times been very forceful with her, insisting she control herself as she drank of the sweet nectar from Willow’s veins.

"Yes," the Master continued as he drank from his own goblet moving away to sit once again in his throne now that business was taken care of. "Willow has taught you well, my dear. But I sense that in you she found a good student."

"Well, she did find me at the university," Tara joked.

Willow joined in the laughter, but before she could respond another voice cut through the night.

"She was wasting her time with that bunch of wanna blessed bees. Isn’t that right, Kitten?"

Tara turned toward the newcomer and immediately realized whom she was. Willow had said Drusilla was special, but at the time Tara did not realize what her sire had meant by that. Tara instantly knew that the woman approaching them was a seer – her mother had been one and Tara could feel the same vibrations coming from the older vampire. Drusilla might be mad, but Tara instinctively knew the woman deserved her respect.

"That’s right. Mistress Drusilla, I presume?" Tara answered, trying to impress yet stay respectful under the scrutiny of the Master’s eyes.

Drusilla simply nodded her head and offered her hand, which Tara took, giving a brief shake and a slight bow of respect. With a gentle smile Tara continued. "Nowadays every girl with a henna tattoo and a spice rack thinks she’s a sister to the dark ones."

"But not you, Kitten," Drusilla purred. "You’re the real thing. Tell me, do you like stars?"

"Yes, I do," Tara replied.

"Ohh! Show me!" Drusilla cooed in her little singsong voice as she led Tara to the center of the courtyard in a little dance.

"Well, there’s the big pineapple," Tara pointed out as Willow and the Master watched in amusement. Soon however, Willow sensed her grandsire’s attention turn back to her and she looked away from the laughing couple. Without being told Willow approached the Master so they could speak more privately.

"She’s a witch, Willow?" the Master asked, his tone dark. "That was the power I felt?"

"Yes Master," Willow answered. "Hereditary witch, I believe. I haven’t spoken about it with her yet. We’ve been otherwise…occupied."

"No doubt," the Master snorted. "She is a morsel. Keep her safe, my dear. She’ll serve you well…or destroy us all."

"She already serves me well," Willow smirked. "And I think the only destroying that will happen is with a few White Hats - starting with a certain bookworm who’s a wanna be Watcher."

The Master chuckled at Willow’s tone, trying to remain carefree. Yet still, Willow could feel an uncertainty brewing in her Master. "I’ve known a few vampire witches in my day, Willow. They’re rare, but they can become quite powerful. You need to be certain which side she’s on."

"She’s on my side," Willow told the Master looking him deep in the eyes. "I don’t even know if she still retains her power. Now that she’s no longer human, the point might be moot," Willow knew there was much the Master was not saying but she didn’t press, not now.

"Still…she should be tested," he mused.

"I’ll look into it, Master," Willow assured.

"You do that," he ordered.

"Miss Edith likes your new precious," Drusilla said to Willow as the pair returned. Tara wondered who Miss Edith was when suddenly an image of a porcelain-faced doll formed in her head. She glanced at Willow whose expression remained serious despite the amusement radiating from her.

"Thank Miss Edith for me." Willow leaned up to kiss Drusilla’s cheek. "Welcome back, Dru. How was your trip?"

"Tiresome," Drusilla replied. "Not at all adventuresome as yours."

"A nightmare I’d rather forget," Willow said. Again an image formed in Tara’s mind, this time of her Willow, but rosy-cheeked and dressed in a fuzzy pink sweater. She added it to the list of things to ask Willow about later.

"Nightmares have their uses," Drusilla laughed and danced away.

"More drink, my dears?" the Master asked.

"Thank you, but no Master," Willow answered. "It grows late and we’ve had a long night. We are both weary."

"Of course," the Master said and stood up. Before he could summon a minion a shrill scream cut through the peaceful night.

"Oh!" Drusilla cried, clutching one of the humans and staring into her face. Tara could see that the woman was thin with light chocolate skin. "She comes. She comes. She wants to kill us all."

"Who comes, Dru?" Willow asked, moving to the seer’s side.

"Her!" Drusilla said, her face morphing into its demon form. The frightened human screamed in terror. "Her! The girl. The one girl. She comes to kill us all."

"Slayer," Willow whispered as Drusilla tore into the woman’s throat, cutting off her screams.

"A slayer," the Master said, anger in his voice. "Take care of it, Willow. Immediately. We don’t need another disaster."

"Yes, Master."

"And I think this would be a good opportunity to test your new plaything. See if she does have any real potential. If not, then you’d better find another use for her…fertilizer for the jasmine, perhaps?"

"Yes, Master," Willow repeated. Tara could feel her sire carefully controlling her emotions.

"Come on, Kitten," Willow said after the Master had stalked away and Drusilla wandered off after finishing her meal. "Let’s go home and prepare."

Tara held her questions until they had cleared the mansion gates. She simply allowed Willow to collect their coats, the redhead making sure to help her with hers. Once they were away from listening ears Tara began to speak.

"Is the Master going to…?"

Willow knew what Tara was going to ask. She made a promise that no harm would come to Tara and as the blonde’s sire she was going to keep it.

"No," Willow answered. "I won’t let him destroy you."

"But he’s the Master. Your Master."

Willow stopped walking and turned to face Tara. "Why did you give up your waking life? Why did you join me? Just for kicks?"

"No!" Tara said as she quickly shook her head. "I…I don’t understand it all Willow but…"

"It’s karmic Tara. We belong together in any life, by any means. I feel it," Willow said closing her eyes and taking a deep breath and blowing it out. "You feel it too."

Tara nodded.

"And you wouldn’t let anything hurt me would you?" Willow asked.

Tara shook her head.

"Don’t you think I feel the same? Master or no master. Nobody messes with my girl. Nobody."

There was a finality to Willow’s voice that told Tara not to protest. Willow was quite serious and would drain the bastard who would dare try to harm her – even if that someone happened to be the Master. Tara knew if any bad were to befall her that the guilty party would be sure to feel Willow’s wrath. It was something that Tara never experienced before – someone willing to fight, kill and die for her. Yes her mother loved her but not enough to find a way to stop her father’s abuse. For the first time Tara fit with someone, with something, and she couldn’t help but smile.

Willow found herself grinning in response before nodding toward the other side of the street. "Let’s call it a night Kitten," she said casually.

Before she could take another step forward Willow felt the crossbow bolt slice through her ribcage, just inches from her heart. She shoved Tara from the sidewalk and toward the small bushes.

"Stay down!" Willow warned as she joined Tara in the cover of the foliage, trying to determine the location of the shooter.

Tara grabbed the end of the arrow and chanted, "Reveal."

Suddenly a green light began to flicker from the rooftop across from them and Willow smirked as she yanked the arrow out of her chest. She saw the image of a young woman looking at her glowing skin as she quickly tried to hide. The light however was too bright and Willow could still see it as the girl jumped to the next rooftop. With that much speed and strength the girl was a demon, a vampire or a slayer. Her money was on the latter.

"Come Tara," Willow said taking her hand. "Time to bag our first Slayer and show the Master how truly powerful you are."

Continued

 

 

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