So the end is here! I hope u all enjoyed this story and soon I will start on Grease in a Buffy way
But here is the last part and I hope its what u hoped for, if not u can beat me
Title - Rosenberg and Maclay part 20
Author name - AmberAlysonLover
Email Address -
Beckycorr@hotmail.comRating - R - For angst and true love
Disclaimer - I dont own Willow or Tara...but Joss for once I'm taking control! And Thanks to William Shakespears for writting such a wonderful love story
Feedback- I would like feedback here
Summary- This is my verson of Romeo and Juliet. This is set in 2003 and I've taken some help from the movie. It has all the Buffy and some Angel characters. But we will know who the star crossed lover's are.....dont we
Notes- This is for my girlfriend Heather. I love you loads. But Please be gentle coz its my first fic. And doing a Willow and Tara verson of this great love story is hard u know.
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William Shakespear and Rebecca Stone's
Rosenberg and Maclay
PART 20:
Now we can see SPIKE'S car speeds along the night-time highway. In the distance the glow of city lights. WILLOW had to go back to say goodbye to her wife. Then SPIKE's car pulls into an alley and stops outside a decrepity apartment block. WILLOW jumps out of the car and runs into the flats. From inside the flats, A bespectacled eye peers through the crack of a partly open doorway. Below the face, the barrel of a shotgun protrudes menacingly. WILLOW is standing there looking deep into the guys eyes
WILLOW: Let me have A dram of poison, such soon- speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead.
The eye considers, a voice rasps back.
DRUG MAN: Such mortal drugs I have, but Sunnydale's law Is death to any he that utters them.
WILLOW speaks with fury.
WILLOW: The world is not my friend, and the law can go and take a running jump. Then be not poor, but break it and take this.
WILLOW shoves a wad of money at DRUG MAN'S face. We can hear the rattle of a latch chain and the door swings open. Standing in the doorway is DRUG MAN. Sixty something, he has a face scarred with age and abuse.
DRUG MAN: I am not poor, but I'll help you out
WILLOW hands him the money
WILLOW: Here knock yourself out!
We then see the church. We can see FATHER WESLEY on the phone. He speaks into the telephone with concern.
FATHER WESLEY: Who bore my letter then to WILLOW?
On the other end of the phone, A bored clerk sits looking bored. The priest's letter is on the counter beside him.
CLERK: I could not sent it - here it is again
FATHER WESLEY is worried.
FATHER WESLEY: By my brotherhood, unhappy fortune! The letter was of dear import.
He isnt getting anywhere. He hangs up the phone and looks at the clock
FATHER WESLEY: Within this hour will fair Tara awake.
We now head back to the DRUG MAN'S flat. His place is filled with cats. Dozens of feline eyes glow in the dim room. WILLOW stands nervously. The DRUG MAN extracts a small chemist's vial from inside a 'Statue of Our Lady' table lamp - he now speaks with cool professionalism.
DRUG MAN: Drink it off and if you had the strength of twenty girls it would dispatch you straight.
WILLOW takes the vial and hands over the money.
WILLOW: There is my gold - I shall be with my beloved forever soon
From outside, Motor running, SPIKE waits in the alley outside the apartment building. He checks the rear view mirror and freezes. At the end of the alleyway a police car crawls to a halt. WILLOW exits the building, and as she does so, the streetlight catches her face. The Cop's and WILLOW's eyes meet.
COP: My sweet Willow, theres no where to run!
SPIKE cracks; he guns the engine and the car lurches forward. Tires screech as WILLOW dives into the passenger seat of SPIKE's moving vehicle. Siren blaring, the police car gives chase. SPIKE'S car winds through traffic - the patrol car gaining. The tortured engine screams as SPIKE negotiates the speeding car through city traffic.
In the police station, we see CAPTIAN GILES barrels through the corridors of police headquarters pulling on his flying jacket.
Back outside, A smoking tire as it lays rubber to the asphalt. SPIKE grits his teeth as he weaves the car through the impossibly tight space between a container truck and a bus. The patrol car is almost upon them when... in a seemingly suicidal manoeuvre SPIKE throws his car into a right-angle turn across four lanes of oncoming traffic. Horns blare. A skidding, squealing, out of control sedan, braking to avoid collision. Miraculously, SPIKE's vehicle shoots out of it its path and onto the other side of the roadway. The sedan slams into the following patrol car.
SPIKE's car speeds into the driveway of the Sunny dale Beach Eternal Rest Cemetery.
From above, CAPTIAN GILES scans the night time city below. He speaks to the pilot and the chopper banks sharply.
In the grave yard, we see a stone angel etched against the night sky. WILLOW pulls a crowbar from the trunk of the parked car. Police sirens sound in the distance. WILLOW eyes SPIKE intently.
WILLOW: Upon thy life, whatever thou hearest Or seest, stand all aloof. Give me the light -
SPIKE stands motionless - WILLOW rips the torch from his hands and strides into the cemetery. SPIKE follows.
SPIKE: I beg of you....
WILLOW turns, punching SPIKE hard; he goes down, blood spurting from his nose
WILLOW: Tara needs me! I need to be with her! Let me be....
SPIKE slowly rises. The friends are trying not to cry
WILLOW: Love is something I've longed for.....let me be with Tara forever
SPIKE: Go and rest with Tara
WILLOW smiles at her friend.
WILLOW: I will never forget you, Spike
They embrace as WILLOW whispers
WILLOW: Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.
WILLOW takes the crowbar wrenches at ornate glass and iron doors. The Gothic structure of the mausoleum rears against the night sky. WILLOW frenziedly attacks the gates of the small side chapel.
WILLOW: Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open.
With a final heave the doors scrape open. Then total Silence.
From WILLOW point of view, she can see An endless marble corridor lit by hundreds of tiny flickering eternal flames.
WILLOW: So sweet like my wife
Suddenly a hurricane wind and whirr of machinery: like a huge black insect, CAPTIAN GILES chopper swoops down over the mausoleum. WILLOW is caught in the glare of the chopper's burning arc light. Sirens scream, police units race through the cemetery. Blinded, WILLOW fires wildly toward the chopper. The police cars screech to a halt. A police marksman in the chopper. His finger squeezes the rifle trigger. BANG! A bullet slams into WILLOW's shoulder. The other cops open fire and WILLOW is sent reeling backwards into the mausoleum in a fusillade of bullets.
An angry CAPTIAN GILES bellows into the radio.
GILES: Stop it! Stop it!
The police hold their fire. Bleeding from the shoulder wound, WILLOW drags shut the heavy double doors of the chapel. Shee bangs off three shots through a pane of broken glass and screams at the police.
WILLOW: I'm here to say goodbye!
Outside the chopper hovers. Police take up siege positions. CAPTIAN GILES voice echoes through the bullhorn.
CAPTAIN GILES: Willow, come forth, come forth.
WILLOW uses the crowbar to wedge the doors shut. Shee bangs off another shot as she yells out at the Police.
WILLOW: I am not a desperate girl!
WILLOW waits. There is no response from the cops. As the chopper settles to earth, CAPTIAN GILES speaks into the radio.
GILES: Bring forth these enemies Rosenbreg and Maclay
Orange rescue lights reflect through the windshield of the priest's car as it crawls past the crashed sedan and police vehicle. FATHER WESLEY thumps the steering wheel in frustration.
FATHER WESLEY: Saint Francis be my speed tonight!
Across the road Police swarm around the entrance to the cemetery.
FATHER WESLEY: Fear comes upon me. O, much I fear some ill unthrifty thing.
We can see Down the marble corridor lit by the eternal flames. We see WILLOW. She weakly stands at the entrance to the viewing chapel. The chapel is dark. As WILLOW's eyes adjust she can just see, picked out by a shaft of blue moonlight, the glowing figure of a sleeping girl. Shee moves down the aisle past the tombs of long-dead MACLAY'S.
WILLOW is close now. Shee halts as if in the presence of an unbelievable vision. She lights a match and the room glows gold. The warm light reveals a TARA even more beautiful in seeming death. WILLOW lights some of the hundreds of candles that surround her.
WILLOW: O my love, my wife, Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
WILLOW kneels close, as if not wanting to wake a sleeping child. Unconscious tears fall from her eyes as she whispers.
WILLOW: Ah, dear Tara, why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial death Is amorous and keeps thee here in dark To be his paramour? For fear of that I still will stay with thee. Here, oh here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
She lays herself close.
WILLOW: Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss...
Gently WILLOW kisses TARA's lips. Ever so slightly, TARA's hand moves - WILLOW does not notice.
WILLOW: A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
WILLOW goes to drinks from the vial; we can see TARA waking up, smling at her wife before she maons
TARA: Willow.....
WILLOW stops and turns to TARA. Their eyes met and TARA throws her arms around the very shocked WILLOW. They hugged for ages, TARA was kissing WILLOW'S neck while WILLOW just held her wife. Then TARA pulls away and looks deep into WILLOW'S eyes
TARA: I thought I would wake up alone
WILLOW: I....I dont understand. I was told you were dead
TARA: Never! I was waiting for you to come and take me away
WILLOW smiles at TARA. They hug and kiss before WILLOW shakes her head and looks at the doors
WILLOW: We have to go....they will come for me
TARA: No. We have to leave and tell them the truth......
WILLOW nods and takes hold of TARA'S warm, loving hand. They both slowly stand up and head for the church doors
Outside, Quickly past CAPTIAN GILES and the MACLAY'S taking cover behind a patrol car. Two police officers urgently convey ROSENBREG and his wife toward them. They all see FATHER WESLEY arriving. He sees, through the open door of a police car, a hand- cuffed youth. It is SPIKE. FATHER WESLEY hurries to him. It is dawning on FATHER WESLEY
FATHER WESLEY: Spike?
SPIKE (desperately) I brought news of Tara's death... And then in post came Willow from Mantua To this same place... to this same monument.
FATHER WESLEY: How long hath he been there?
SPIKE:Full half an hour.
Then everyone stops. The church doors open and WILLOW and TARA walk out, hand in hand. We see everyone looking at them before FATHER WESLEY sighs
FATHER WESLEY: No Willow
WILLOW holds TARA'S hand tight. They walk to the base of the steps and turn to kiss each other. A loud moan can be heared before WILLOW looks away and speaks
WILLOW: You thought you could keep us apart. You thought you were doing the best for everyone. Tara and I are married, we were married by him ( points at WESLEY) and I love this woman. No one can stop us from doing what we like, no one can stop us from leaving Sunnydale for good.
WILLOW and TARA walk down to their families. No one can believe what is going on. IRA and SHELIA look at their daughter with anger, while MARTIN and HEATHER turn their faces away from TARA. She smiles at them before pulling WILLOW closer to her. They feel more powerful now, death couldnt stop them. WILLOW walked over to SPIKE, she took the car keys off him and hugged him. TARA walked to SPIKE'S car, opened the doors and saw WILLOW walk to her side. They kissed more once before they climed into their car. No one was gonna stop them.
IRA, SHELIA, MARTIN and HEATHER stood their, too shocked to move. From inside the car, WILLOW kissed TARA once more before driving off down the road. We can see SPIKE ns FATHER WESLEY smiling at the lovers. CAPTIAN GILES walks to their familes
CAPTIAN GILES: See what a love is made upon your hate. You think you know whats best, you dont have a clue. I beg of you to shake hands and become friends......
He walks away to his car. He's seen enough for one day. The procession moves off.
ROSENBERG and MACLAY look to one another, They nod before shaking hands for the sake of their children. Then the warm rains starts to fall, we can see everyone driving off while WILLOW and TARA are driving slowly, holding hands and saying goodbye to Sunnydale. As the cars pass beneath the towering effigy of Jesus, the image pixilates into a television picture.A TV anchor woman watches the image on a studio monitor.
ANCHOR WOMAN: A glooming peace this morning with it brings: true love in the face of pain. Go hence, to have more talk of these great things. Some may be shall be pardoned, and some punished, For never was a story of more woe Than this of Tara and her Willow
We then see WILLOW'S car driving off faster, they both head out of Sunnydale for a new life while deep in love
THE END
by AmberAlysonlover » Tue Jul 01, 2003 3:31 pm 
