The Howl of the Night

[jkmack77]

The Howl of the Night

Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.
Summary: Willow is a vampire, Tara is a werewolf. The two meet by fate and develop a quick growing relationship. Plot, blood, gore, great sex, and mystery.

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The wind blew though the trees making that familiar rustle. Grass swayed back and forth as if in a dance, invisible to the surrounding world. Gray and marble stone stuck up in clusters. Some off by themselves, others grouped with the correct families.

My fingertips slid across the smooth surface of a nearby headstone. The calm in the air trickled around me. I sighed and closed my eyes taking a deep breath, inhaling the sent of quiet death.

This particular cemetery, the one where my mother is buried, is where I go to find peace. I felt close to the dead, partly because I was one of them.

Lately I've came here to stare at my mother's name and try to find the answers. I haven't done that in years and surprisingly the answers haven't come yet.

Coming upon the rounded stone I was looking for I slowly circled her grave. Kneeling down letting my leather coat spread around my feet like a princess, I gazed at the engraving. ROSENBERG. I traced her name with my eyes. Placing both hands on the cold surface I said a quite prayer.

"Flame!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Standing up I began to look frantically around. I could see perfect in the dark. One of the perks of being a vampire I guess. But I saw nothing until standing next to me was my Maker William.

He stood there illuminated in the moonlight, his brown hair falling to the middle of his back and sapphire blue eyes that every time you looked at him they stole your heart. He was nearly six foot and he was wearing his usual black suit with a light blue dress shirt. The buttons fastened all the way up until the last one which he left open for 'air' he had said. Which was short of ironic if you asked me?

I could almost hear the click of his pocket watch and it made me smile. He always had that thing, ever since I was a little girl.

Standing before him I felt young again. Even though I didn't look a day over twenty-two my inner mind went back to him holding me in his lap, reading stories to me by his fire. The only light was that of the fire and candles perched to enjoyment. His always cold hands on mine, helping
me hold the book to where he could see it to read.

"Hello my dear William." I said softly walking up to him. I was basically his opposite. Fiery red hair that was cut to my ears and vibrant green eyes so light you'd think they were neon. I wasn't too much shorter than him about 5'6. But that's how I became Flame. It was always just a childish nick name that William would always call me. He would say "Ah my little firefly, you are so small but so fierce and your hair resembles your passion. The deepest darkest flame.'

He put his hands on my shoulders and bent to kiss me lightly on the cheek.

"What are you doing out here again my little firefly?" His accent was purely British. He had adapted his voice to the modern American but I could always hear the harsh tones in his words. Sometimes centuries of living has that affect on you.

"I was looking for answers. And by that look on your face you already knew that." I said his hands still on my shoulders. My Irish accent was easily hidden but tonight being in Ireland again hand rekindled my heritage.

"Yes, my dearest I know. But the council is on its way and I need to know where all my vampires are." The worry was clear in his voice as he stared at me searching my face. Being on the other side of the world didn't help either. Flying comes in handy when you want to get somewhere
fast.

Deep down he knew what I was looking for, but to be honest I sure to hell didn't.

I smiled and hugged him around the waist like a child with its father. He softened and embraced me resting his cheek on top of my head.

After a few moments he lifted his face and kissed my head lightly. "We must go now. I've arranged a car for you while the council is here." He paused and moved me out of his arms to look at me. "I know how bored you get with all the politics."

I stifled a laugh and took his hand in mine. "Oh the car. How I do miss the horses!" I sneered sarcastically.

He laughed and walking looped together we made our way out of the quietness back into the harsh reality of the world.

[A-Rob]

Wicked cool! A vampire story!

Wonderful start, very interesting and appropriately cryptic. Now we all can wonder where you're going with it and be on the edge of our seats until you update.

Nice setting too. Ireland is always good for mystically inclined stories. And Irish Willow is always a plus, I love Irish accent. And the graphic is really cool too. So Tara is a werewolf? That certainly adds a twist to the story. Makes me remember that Underworld movie. Very cool.

So William (Spike, I presume?) is Willow's Maker He's definitely very OOC if you compare to canon, but I like the sorta father-daughter relationship he and Willow got going.

Lookin' forward to more! Soon please?

|Rob

[watersong84]

Yay! You put this story up here at pens!!! I have been following it over at through the looking glass, but now I can leave feedback!!!!

I am loving this story! That is, all one chapter of it over here, but many more over there . I love Tara as a werewolf, and Willow as a not-so-evil vampire. Plus, it's hot.

-Alyssa

[jkmack77]

I'm new to all this, but thank you so far for the feedback guys and here are some more chapters for your enjoyment.

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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We made it back to New York with a few hours to spare before dawn. You always knew you where in the right spot too. Can't miss New York! The smell was all its own, the way the people walked. Just the overall feel of the Big Apple left you with quite an impression.

My boots thudded up the concrete steps into the town house, as we have now called it. Following William into the main hallway he kissed me on the cheek and quickly departed to make arrangements for the upcoming guests.

I made my way to the back of the house towards my night dwelling. Or AKA my room. That always made me feel adolescent saying 'my room'.

I took off my coat and laid it on the nearby chair. I sat down on the bed and held my face in my hands.

There was a soft knock at the door. I lifted my head to see Janielle standing in to doorway. Her long slender frame leaning up against the opening. Black hair that curled to her shoulders and muddy brow eyes that reflected her skin tone.

She was wearing pretty much the same outfit as me. Leather pants and a white ruffled shirt. It was the uniform of William's warriors. We all pretty much wore the same black and white.

I was still pretty young so I didn't have to sit in on all the meetings. I was born in 1873 in a small town in Ireland. That's where William stumbled upon me, alone in one of our farm's meadows. I had run out there after watching my mother's final shudder of breath.

The primary age for political stuff is around two hundred years. The council figures you've been around long enough to be a vampire adult or something.

"I see you made it back all right." She said still standing in the doorway.

"Aye I did." I answered looking her in the eyes.

"The Master was really worried about you."

I nodded "yeah I gathered that. Do you know when the council gets here?"

"The are set to arrive tomorrow. Are you going to sit in on the session?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No. I figured I'd just go out. William gathers I'd be more use on patrol and whatnot." I was the only one permitted to call William by his first name. Everyone just called him Master or Maker. I never understood why I was privileged to speak his name. When I asked
him about it he just smiled and said "Because you are worthy of it."

"I see." Janielle answered. "Raoul and I are going to attend the Master as his body tomorrow." To be his body meant to protect him. So basically short for bodyguard. It's a great honor among the warriors to protect our Maker.

As if on cue Raoul entered beside Janielle and smiled at me. His brown hair falling past his ears and his dark almond eyes. His skin was ghost white but his smile always warmed you up. Lines that signified he smiled a lot even before he became the un-dead.

"Hey there Flame." He said.

"Hey back." I smiled.

Raoul was Janielle's mate. They had been together for a couple hundred years. The two seem to argue all the time, but here they are still together sticking it out.

It is customary for a vampire to choose a companion after at least fifty years of being born anew. I had been dead over a hundred and still didn't have one. It wasn't because there weren't those willing I just haven't found that certain being. William has never pushed me on the issue
and since he is the Master of this region it's up to him to enforce the rules. He always knew I would come around in my own time. I always did so he didn't press me.


"Are you not sitting in on the session?" He asked with the same toothy smile.

"Now you should already know that it's not really my thing." I said.. "I think I might just go out, hit some clubs. You know the usual."

He nodded and laced his fingers with Janielle. "Well dawn is almost here we must get as much done as possible. Good night Flame."

They left and I could hear them whispering as they went. Most likely talking about me. Many of the guard and such did talk a great deal about me, especially for my relationship with the Master. No I wasn't his first make and certainly won't be the last but he and I have an unique
connection.

I laid back on the bed. What was I to do? Tomorrow was going to be a long night.

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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The day passed quickly or else to me it seemed. I awoke with the soft knock on my coffin that I didn't remember getting into. And since it was the basement dwelling you'd think I'd remember going down there.

Pushing on the lid I rubbed my eyes and looked about me. There was no one to be seen. The other coffins around me lay open and unoccupied. I stood up and cracked my back my tummy rumbling.

Treading around only in my Care Bears t-shirt I worked my way from the cellar up to the main level of the house. Trying not to draw attention to myself I made it to one of the two smaller bathrooms without being interrupted.

I took a quick shower and dressed in my usual attire but changing the white ruffle shirt to a white t-shirt instead. My bra visible since it was black. The air was chilly enough to prove my brain wasn't the only one erect and awake.

I let my hair air dry. There wasn't enough there to fuss over.

The house was deserted. Not a soul in sight, no pun intended. There was no one. They must all be at the meeting. But why wasn't I woken up? I shrugged. Didn't matter to me I guess.

The clank of my boots on the tile floor in the kitchen brought to the attention of the house dog Marcus. He was your usual tabby mutt, brown matted fur but with white paws and belly. He padded up to me and licked my cold hands.

"Hey there old boy." I cooed patting his head. He wagged his tail happily at the attention then as quickly as he came he turned around and trotted off to his floor bed.

I opened the white doors to the refrigerator and searched the contents inside. Picking up a pint size glass of chilled blood I downed it quickly. Cold blood will get you by, but it's like eating two weeks worth of leftovers.

Finally deciding I was done I grabbed my leather trench coat and slipped it over my narrow shoulders. I stuck my silver plated dagger in its sheath at my back. That was the only weapon I usually carried. Checking one last time I stepped out into the thriving streets of good old New
York.

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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The persistent beat of the speakers thumped in my head. Strobe lights flickered off the walls as I sat in the dark corner of The Riot Club. Which sadly enough plenty of young flesh was wildly moving with the techno.

I leaned back in my chair lighting a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke I surveyed the dark figures sexually assaulting each other with their hips. I wanted so desperately to be in the mitts of all that action, to be tearing a fresh, female throat open while her breasts bounced against me and her crotch pressed hard into my thigh.

I shivered at the thought, took a deep breath and caught something other than human. Instantly my senses tingled. I wasn't the only creature here tonight.

Trying not to look too obvious I smashed my cigarette in the tray provided and sat up straight. I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Most likely they'd look human.

But something else passed my nose. It was an earthy smell, like of dirt and leaves. I shook my head like a dog would and tried to get it out of my nostrils. The scent grew stronger and clouded my mind, I wanted to run, to blot like a wild animal but couldn't, something kept me still,
like if I moved something would attack me.

Then it dawned on me. I was being watched. Not only was I being stalked, some sort of spell was being worked to keep me where I was. But I had never knew a spell to have a distinctive smell and taste. I literally could taste the wetness of the earth, like breathing in the Ireland air.

That made me relax thinking about my homeland. I let the tension run out of my body and I slightly slouched in my chair, allowing the warm cloud to engulf me. Embracing the spell it passed over me slightly and allowed me to think again and open my eyes to sound and sight that had
disappeared a few moments ago.

I was startled to see a woman sitting next to me. I jerked up and scrambled back a bit.

The woman provided a sheepish smile, her full red lips elastic around pearly whites. Her round blue eyes stared deep into mine and long honey gold hair fell past her shoulders. She was a woman all right, as my gaze slid down the top half of her body. She was wearing a green shirt
that clung to her body tightly, enhancing her round, voluptuous breasts. She was wearing a blue over coat that from what I could tell went to the floor. She was curvy and beautifully woman. Her creamy white skin gave off the previous smell and made something low in my body go tight.

Leaning back in her chair she seemed to be waiting for me to speak. But what could you say to such a beauty?

"Um." I bit my bottom lip. "What brings you here?" I asked my voice slightly high.

She laughed, it was like it's own symphony rolling though the air like sitting in on one of Leopold's conduction's.

"I came here to see you." She answered the light of laughter still in her eyes.

"Why see me?"

"Well I've followed you for awhile now. You smell of earth, and connection and above all you smell alone."

I looked down at the table averting my eyes from the sea of blue before me. Then as quickly as the thought came to pass I said it. She smelt me as I was her. "You're a werewolf?"

"Yes I am." She stated calmly.

This was truly something to puzzle. "Then what do you want with me?"

She furrowed her brown and seemed to think for a moment.

After a short pause she looked at me truly perplexed. "Why would I want anything from you? I simply wanted to meet you."

Now it was my turn to be confused. "You know we are not allowed to just meet, unless there is a treaty to discus or something happening that the vampires need to know about."

She nodded at my words. "Yes I do know this. But there is something about you, the way you move and go about your night that fascinated me."

If there was enough blood in my veins it went to my face as I blushed the color of my hair. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin.

"What is your name?" I asked.

That seemed to catch her off guard. ''M-my name?"

"Yes your name." I urged placing my hands on the table.

"Well my pack name is Tarashitia Moongrian. But everyone just calls me Tara"

I nodded smiling. "That's a beautiful name."

She blushed and ducked her head, hiding her face with her hair. I found the gesture oddly sexy.

"I'm Flame." I added sticking out my right hand. Tara looked at it if it might bite her then slowly slid her hand into my extended palm.

Her hands where silky smooth and she had long, graceful fingers and held such power to them.

By asking her name seemed to take away all the confidence she mustered to bespell me and even come and talk to me. By making us on a first name basis, not vampire and werewolf, seemed to heighten the reality of the situation.

"Flame," She said softly to herself "it fits."

"Yeah I get that all the time." I said smiling.

"Is that your real name or a nickname?" She asked.

"No it isn't my real name but only two people, well vampires know that name." I answered hoping not to offend her. Only my father and William know my first name it's not something I share with many, too many memories.

"Oh." She said shyly.

I nodded my understanding. "Don't take that the wrong way okay?"

Tara looked up at me a new shine in her eyes. "So you're not mad about the spell?"

"Uh." I had forgotten about the spell. "Maybe if you explain why you did it I won't be angry."

She looked looked at me intently one eye quirked. "Well, how else could I get a beautiful woman to sit and talk to me?" There was a slight bitterness in the last of her words.

"I'm not sure you have that problem. You are quite a sight to behold."

She shook her head and looked up at me with what seemed like sadness.

"I am nothing special Flame. Can't you smell the weakness on me? If my pack knew I was here they would surely beat me senseless."

I looked at her and took in her beauty, her soft tone and eyes. The way she was sitting there in her sky and grass outfit I felt anger stirring in my gut. A protectiveness that I thought I only had for the Master. A deeper caring that I would like to admit. I had only just met this woman and I already wanted to beat the living daylights out whoever harmed a hair on her head.

"I cannot find an inch of weakness on you." I sated firmly.

She blushed and it seemed to crawl down her neck line into her green shirt.

A loud bump startled me as I looked around. A new song was playing and I had just realized we were still in the club.

I leaned over the table and put my hand on hers. "Do you want to go some place else? It's kind of loud and um human in here?"

She jerked her hand back like I had struck her and nodded slightly.

I took my hand back tentatively and shoved it in my coat pocket gesturing with my other hand to proceed. "Shall we?"

I pushed on first with the blonde beauty at my heals. The night air was refreshing and calming. I allowed Tara to catch up to me and we matched paces as we started down the cool sidewalk. I noted she was wearing blue jeans along with blue sneakers. She matched perfectly.

I broke the silence first, "How is it that you are a witch if you are a shapeshifter?"

She wrung her hands together as we walked and stared at her feet. "Well I was a witch before I was bitten and for some odd reason my talent never went away with the first change."

I crinkled my face thinking hard. I remember reading somewhere that most werewolves cannot repel or even control magic. Just for the simple fact you're giving part of yourself over to the wild nature not the controlled.

"That's quite rare you know? Does it come in handy like tonight?"

She had the decency to look embarrassed, "Well it helps me survive I guess you could say."

"How?" My curiosity getting the better of me.

When she didn't answer I mentally kicked my self in the gut. "I'm sorry that was quite personal. Forgive me?"

"N-no no its not that. I've just never had anyone ever to really tell my woes to. I think once I start I won't stop." She laughed nervously.

"Well if it's any console to you I would like to be your friend. I feel a strange connection to you. I'm not sure what it is perhaps we were friends in a previous life, all I know is you approached me first and now that I do not fear you, you're stuck with me as a tag-a-long."

Tara laughed again sending that warm feeling up and down my body, I looked at her with a new understanding, a new craving. This girl was not only a friend but something I could take a bite out of. No pun once again.

"In that case. I use my magic against the ones who challenge me." When my face showed no understanding she went on. "I'm not very good at fighting I guess you could say. I'm easy prey. The new members of the pack test out their strength on ones like me, passive and easily tolerant to pain. This is if they choose to be initiated in that way."

I nodded. "We have something like that too. Either you are fucked in or you go around the room and let every member take a bite out of you. Like a tasting ceremony to see how fresh and pure you are."

I noticed how flushed Tara's face was when I used the word fuck. It made me wonder how truly venerable she was.

"How, I mean what one did you choose, Flame?"

I smiled it was something I was very proud of. "I was bitten in. I was a virgin when I was bit and I still am to this day. I wanted to keep myself pure until I found the right person. William never made it a point to push me on my own mind and body"

Tara looked startled for a moment and seemed to find something quite interesting on her jacket. "Who's William?" She asked still not meeting my eyes.

If I didn't know any better I swear I could see a bit of disappointment on her face. "William is my Maker. Sort of my father figure. He saved me when I was a child."

"So he's not like your lover or anything like that?" Tara asked looking me right in the eyes.

I shook my head turning from the quizzing gaze I was under. "No, no nothing in that department. I've never had a lover, haven't found the right one I guess. I've never even been kissed before, just a pecks here and there by William."

I heard her exhale and her steps became more brisk.

"Now if I may ask how where you accepted in your pack?"

Tara sighed. "I'm not sure you'd look at me the same if you knew how."

I grasped her hand in mine and interlaced our fingers. This time she did not jolt away but accepted the touch. "Tell me. I've seen a lot over the years I might just understand."

She nodded and after a few moments we came upon a bench

"Mind if we sit?" She asked.

"No, I don't mind." I replied. We both took a seat.

She crossed her legs and leaned back. I let my back rest on wood and sighed contentedly.

"They didn't give me much choice when I was brought in. One of our first tests is to see how well we perform in sex." Her voice rang instantly catching me off guard.

I placed my hand on her leg and felt a jolt twinge my body. We both gasped at the contact and I let my hand rest there, moving my thumb back and forth. When I didn't interrupt and our breathing went back to normal she went on.

"I was passed around the pack until they tired of me. Men, women, anyone who fancied me. I never fought back and I figured it was the way things where done. When I finally refused to allow any one to my bed that's when they used me as their warm up wolf. It was never gentle or caring lovemaking it was always rough and animalistic. Which don't get me wrong parts of me wanted that, but not all parts. I've wanted love, not to be alone anymore or used." She stopped and looked down at my hand on her thigh. "What is it that you look for Flame? Why is it when I've watched you from afar your eyes are always distant, gone and confused?"

I looked at her pleading eyes. "I don't know what I want. I never did."

She placed her hand over mine and our skin mended together. "You are part of the earth too you know. I can feel it. Mother nature is in your blood and your soul. That is why I think I can feel you anywhere I go in this wretched city. That's why you search for something you know nothing about isn't it? You don't know your purpose."

My face must have held my shock because she turned beat red again and looked down at our hands again. "I am sorry. I'm not usually this um blunt."

"No it's fine, what you said is true. I am quite lost." I smiled warmly at the woman next to me. I've been to hell and here was a tiny slice of heaven.

Something caught my eye and I looked toward the dark sky. "Dawn is coming."

"Oh, oh yes I understand. Y-you need to get back, don't worry about me bothering you anymore. I just always wanted to meet someone l-like you." She said and the stutter didn't go unnoticed.

"Look you better be meeting me again or I'll hunt you down like you did me." I joked.

The scared, hurt look on her face dissipated like a puff of air out of lungs. "Oh really!?"

I nodded my head. "I said you were stuck with me. Now can I see you again tomorrow?"

"Oh yes. How about the Moon Cafe around eight? It's always one of my favorites, we can talk some more and get to know each other better?" She said excitedly.

I looked deep into her eyes and felt something stir in my stomach and the same tender look met mine.

"I've never been with anyone that has made me feel so warm. And that's pretty new to me." I added laughing.

"Well in that case it's a date." She said winking.

I blushed and removed my hand from her warm body. "I'll see you then." Getting up slowly I gave her one last look of promise and walked off into the dark. The wind whipping my coat around my legs and my dead heart with a new beat.

[justin]

OOh this is interesting. A vampire and werewolf falling in love. From the way Willow and Tara were talking I take it that this is something which is frowned on.

I wonder how the other vamps and wolfs will react when they find out about the meetings. It's fortunate for Willow that the other vampires will be busy with their council meetings for a while.

Looking forward to more.

[Amanda]

I just love it when VampWillow is involved in a fic. Plus, theres Tara who is a Werewolf. Those two together equals awesome story. I cant wait for more to come!

[jkmack77]

Thanks once again for the great feedback guys! You are the reason I've kept writing this long.

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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It was nearly dawn when I crawled into my coffin. All the others around me where shut and not a movement throughout the house.

Like Christmas Eve, everyone is nestled in before Santa comes. And here I was sneaking into bed whilst the adults slept.

Pulling the lid shut on my black nest and rested my head on my Little Pony pillow and snuggled up to my favorite teddy bear.

She was so beautiful and the way she looked at me, it made me want to just take her in my arms. What is this? I've never been attracted to anyone ever before. I've always preferred female victims to males but I just thought the blood sweeter. Now I don't bite anyone I just feed of what's in the fridge.

Oh well, we'll see what tomorrow brings.

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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"Flame would you just wait, geez." Janielle called.

"No I need in now!" I yelled though the bathroom door.

The door suddenly jerked open to reveal a naked Janielle dripping wet from her shower. "Look I don't know what your big hurry is but if you don't zip your trap I'm going to put it in one." Then the door was slammed shut in my gawking face.

I tried to speak. But my brain couldn't come up with any good comebacks so I sat in the chair next to the bathroom and sulked.

What seemed like forever finally passed and door opened a thick roll of steam with a well dressed Janielle.

"Finally." I mumbled and started towards the door. A long slender arm shot forward blocking my way.

"Hey what gives! I've got to get ready!" I shouted angrily.

"What's your big hurry, Flame? Got a big date tonight?" She asked sneering.

"No, I just want to get out and patrol the east sector." I stated firmly.

"You do know I can smell lies right?" She said still not allowing me to pass.

"Yes, we all know how truly powerful you are Janielle." I said sarcastically.

I felt her energy shift and she stared at me menacingly. "What did you say?"

"Look, get out of my way before I move you myself." I said getting more annoyed.

"Why you little tramp, how dare you speak to me like that." With that she picked me up by the shirt and held me to the wall, like I was a rag doll.

I kicked frantically but she was more trained than I was with avoiding blows. Her hand moved to my throat and began to squeeze.

My hands instinctively went to the one around my jugular and I started to scratch and pull, trying to break free.

"Janielle!"

I was instantly dropped with a thud to the wood floor. I coughed and rubbed my red neck. Regaining my sight William was kneeled looking at me intently. "Are you all right?" He asked when I nodded he rounded on Janielle. "Go. You know where you are needed get there before you lose something you can't get back.

Janielle bowed low to the ground and rushed off leaving the two of us alone.

I felt William's strong hands around my waist as he helped me to my feet.

"I'm all right dear William." I said pushing him off of me gently.

He let go and stepped back to look at me. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing. I just offended her." I said shyly.

"Yes I assumed that but what about?"

"Oh nothing really, just butting into my business and all. Heh you know how she is. Well okay I'm gong to take a shower now." I said lightly and started towards the door but William grabbed my arm.

"Willow, tell me why you are so eager to go? Has something happened?" He hardly ever used my real name and I looked down the hall to make sure no one heard him say it.

"I'm just going out to think some more you know? The usual me stuff." I said looking at the floor.

"I know it's something more than that but I will let you go my little firefly. I have no time to dawdle. The council has brought something very important to my attention and it must be dealt with quickly." He brought me to him and hugged me. "I hope you find that in all these years you can still trust me."

I relaxed in his embrace and basked for a moment. "Okay now I really need to shower. Go on you beautiful thing you." I smiled.

He smiled back at me and turned to go down into the discussion hall. Which was deep underground and used only when the council came.

My shower took longer than I expected and the grandfather clock read 7:43. Shit I was going to be late, unless, oh yeah I would take the bike.

I flicked the lights on in the huge garage and wiggled my way in-between the rows of cars until I came to my Honda. Oh yeah I'd get there in time.

I kick started my baby and off we roared towards the Moon Cafe, praying to every God on the way, Tara wouldn't be too mad if traffic was a bitch.

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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The Moon Cafe sat on the east side of town. It wasn't quite as busy as The Riot, it was more set up for the couples of the city not the loners.

Tara stood up against the wall to the entrance looking back and forth. She had a long red leather coat that curved with her stance. A deep auburn shirt that matched her coat and black leather pants.

I found that I was lacking breath as I pulled up and turned off my bike. Her hair was up in a tight pony tail that showed the tone of her neck.

Walking up to her I found I had nothing intelligent to say. My eyes skipped back and forth from her breasts to the pulse in her throat. The heat continued to rise as we finally stood before each other.

My black leather offset her red but it fit well as we stood there just looking. I hadn't even the time to fix my hair, so it was in little ringlets. Tara didn't seem to mind though. I could hear her heart beating faster and faster as she looked me up and down.

I swallowed down the apple in my esophagus "Sorry I'm a little late. Had some female problems."

Tara nodded and ducked her head. "I wasn't all that worried. I d-didn't think you'd stand me up."

"Good are you ready to go in and talk?" I asked.

"Actually, see the thing is if we a-are caught together there is no explaining it. I have this place outside of town. A house i-if you will, were I go to um recover. We could go there. No one w-would bother us."

I looked at her suspiciously for a moment then saw the tenderness in her eyes. "Yeah lets go. Do you wanna take my bike?" I asked.

Tara looked at the motorcycle for a moment then back at me. "Is-is it safe?"

"Well if we do get into an accident for one I can't die and two you're a werewolf, it would only hurt for a while." I teased.

She giggled and moved towards me, "Well as long as you promise safety."

The words held more sexuality then I had ever heard in my life. I swallowed hard again and held out my hand which she took shyly. I led her over to the black bike and swung my leg over getting settled in.

I watched as the blonde beauty touched the seat lightly with her hand and poking it. Amusement must have shown because she blushed and swung her leg over as well.

After a moment of her looking around she asked "where am I suppose to hold on at?"

I turned halfway around and looked. "Well you can either hold the bar behind your back or you can hold around my waist."

"Oh," she said shyly "okay."

I felt her hands touch my back softly. She moved them down to my hips and grasped them, drawing a shudder from me as she squeezed lightly. I tried to concentrate on how to start the bike but all my mobile skills were gone. She then moved her hands around to the front of me and held them together in front of my stomach.

"I'm ready." She said quietly

"Okay." Was all I could manage to say as I kicked my foot down and started off.

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The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

[hr]

"Turn here." Tara shouted over the wind. I followed her instructions and turned left down a dirt path. The only light coming from the motorcycle

Thinking the sea of trees would never end they finally did.

"Over there." Tara pointed past my shoulder to a small wood shack.

I parked next to it and slid off after Tara.

We stood at the door and I took in what I was seeing. A small one room cabin and then Tara opened the door and invited me in.

The room was fairly large with a small bed in one corner with light blue sheets. A unlit fireplace and some pillows at the base. The kitchen was simple a sink, counter, and refrigerator and a small dinning table with two chairs. A few windows scattered about the walls. It felt so warm, so loved, so Tara.

"How do you get electricity?" I asked stepping around the open room.

"Magic. A simple spell keeps my food cold and there is a well for the water." She answered taking off her coat and placing it on the back of an unoccupied chair.

I followed suit and showed off my body with my white ruffle shirt and tight leather pants. I had no idea why I wanted to impress this girl so much but I did.

Tara turned her face from me and walked over to the sink. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No, thank you I'm fine." I answered politely. "May I sit?"

"Oh yes go ahead." Tara said quickly.

I moved around her and sat in one of the wood chairs. "So, do you come here a lot?"

Tara nodded and sat opposite of me. "Usually we sleep as a pack but I was driven out a long time ago. So I mostly live here."

"I'm sorry. You must be really lonely." I said looking down at table.

"No I like it here. Being in nature and safe. Now here you are keeping me company." She hid her face in her hair again and I felt my lower body clench. Then something clicked in my head. I wanted her. I wanted to feel her in me to have my tongue on her delicate skin, to feel her wetness clench my fingers.

"Tara can I ask you something?" I said trying to find her eyes in the golden sunshine of her hair.

"Flame you can ask me anything." She looked up at me her eyes locking on mine.

Now that she had given the 'okay' how do you ask someone if they were into girls?

"Um, are, are you. I mean do you like girls at all?" I said taking a deep breath.

She smiled at me like I had just given her the sun and after a moment of basking in her warmth she spoke. "I like you Flame. I like you a lot."

I let out the breath I had been holding. "I've never liked anyone before, so I was like okay maybe I don't have a sexual preference. Then I met you and I couldn't stop thinking about you when I went to sleep yesterday and yeah. I'm babbling aren't I?" How corky could you get!

"So does that mean you like me too? Not just in a friend way." She asked still smiling.

"I think so, well I mean we have just met and you're a wolf and I'm a vamp. Not sure how well that would go over with my coven and with your pack and-" My lips where stopped by the wet moist lips of Tara's.

Somehow she had made her way over to me while I was babbling and now I had her lips on mine.

We just stayed like that for a moment. Me sitting with my head bent back and her bent over me lips locked together. It wasn't until I felt her tongue slip over my fangs that I was back in my own body.

I wrapped my hands around her neck and pulled her into me, our lips mashing together. The kiss began to deepen as she placed her hands o on my shoulders and brought my tongue out with hers urging me into her mouth.

We both moaned as I sucked on her bottom lip. I moved my hands from her neck to her waist and pulled her down onto me. She placed one leg on each side straddling me. We pulled apart long enough to get settled and she bent down again to capture my lips.

I ran my hands up and down her back until I wanted to feel her skin. As I made me way back down again I slipped my hands under her shirt and kneaded her flesh with my finger tips.

Tara whined into my mouth as I brought my nails down her smooth skin. She broke from my lips and threw her head back and I scratched at her again. I looked up watching her face.

"Mmm, oh Flame." She moaned.

I stopped and pulled my hands out from around her back and put them on
her hips.

She looked down at me raising her eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

I nudged at her until she swung her leg over and stood and I stood up after her. She looked at me like I was about to hit her and turned her eyes away from me.

I placed my hand on her chin and turned her back to me. "Nothings wrong. I just want you to know my real name, so you can call that out instead."

Her eyes flicked to me and she smiled broadly. This was a deciding factor to me. Letting a woman I had just met know my true name. The name that filled my heart with grief. But she deserved to know, my first kiss had been shared with someone who didn't care what I was, or what I've done, but someone who saw me as me. She looked at me like I was great and that to me meant more than all the stars in the sky.

"My true name, my Irish name is Willow. Willow Rosenberg."

Tara sighed and looked at me, kindness in her face. "Willow. What a beautiful name."

I stepped closer to her and outstretched my hands. She moved into me and I hugged her tightly. We rested our heads on the others shoulder. I moved backwards dragging her with me. Bumping into the bed I sat pulling her down as well.

"Wow, I've never felt like this before." I said in awe, settling down.

"Me either." Tara whispered.

"What does this mean? We're not allowed to be together. We're not even suppose to talk to each other." I looked at her, our eyes melting into one another and knew this was right. What we felt wasn't just something either of us could ignore.

Vampires don't have gender standard. We fall in love with whoever we want. I don't know of anyone who has ever fell in love with a werewolf, but I'm sure it's not as far fetched as it sounds.

"I-I'm not sure what we should do." She answered honestly. "If we are going to be together, it'll have to be secret. But I'm not very good at lying."

I frowned. "Me either. Here lets do this. I will talk to William about this he'll know what to do. Until then, what do you say to being more than just my friend?"

Tara dipped her head and blushed. "I would like that very much Fla- Willow."

I bet my smile touched my ears as I bent over to kiss her lightly on the cheek. She turned her head to meet mine and our lips touched, brining out sighs on us both. Our lips moved in time together as I ran my hand up her right arm up to her neck and gripped her warm flesh. Tara pushed herself into me more so I could feel her breasts on my other arm. I moaned quietly into her mouth and let out lips stop. My lower body was screaming to be touched and I didn't want to rush something we both weren't ready for.

My eyes focused and all I could see was her. "So is that a yes?" I laughed.

"That is a definite yes." She smiled back planting a light kiss on my waiting lips.

"Okay so I'll talk to William and I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked inertly.

"Well, um the full moon is in a couple of days. I'm not sure you want to be around, when I begin to change." She answered looking down away from my eyes.

"I'm not worried what you look like. I've always been a dog per-" I stopped when she began to shake her head back and forth.

"It's not about what I look like, it's more like what'll I'll do to you."

I laughed. "I'm not worried about getting hurt trust me."

"Oh I know that." She said quickly "You're very strong. Oh so strong. It's just that, it's been so long since I've had someone so... close... I might attack you, um sexually not so much physically."

I opened my eyes wider and looked at her. Seeing all that she was. She didn't want to take this any farther than I did, not yet at least.

"Oh," I said quietly "I understand. What if I just leave when you start to get all sexy on me." I hit my head with my palm instantly as soon as the words drifted in the air. "I- I didn't mean it like that. I meant that if you change into something sexual, I'll just get on going, you know me, Runaway Willow at your service. I"ll leave any time you um want me to and yeah I'm done."

Tara giggled and placed her hand on my shirt collar pulling me to her and kissing me deeply, probing her tongue into my warm mouth. She pulled away a minute later, both of us panting for breath.

"Don't worry, I'll let you know." She said her eyes glazed over slightly.

All my thought was lost, but I knew dawn was coming soon. "I better go before the sun comes out." I said sadly.

"Do you have to leave? I mean can't you just stay u-until I fall a-asleep?" Tara said frantically.

I looked into her panic-stricken face and smiled. How could I refuse?

"I'll stay until you drift off okay?" I said softly.

"Okay." She said quietly.

"Okay then." I said a bit nervously looking around.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence I finally made the first move by bending down and unlacing my shoes.

I heard Tara inhale a sharp breath and I lifted my eyes to see her whilst I continued to take off my boots.

Her face was red and her eyes were unfocused. She was staring at me like a lion would a wounded gazelle. At first it made me a bit uncomfortable until I realized what was happening.

I let my boots hit the wood floor with a soft thump and wiggled my toes in my socks. Tara looked up and down my legs as they flexed at the tiny movement. I reached around my back slowly and untied my knife. I scooted back towards the headboard and placed the blade on the night stand.

All the while the bed bumped with my movements Tara's eyes never left me. She watched my hand hold myself steady as I extended the other one to the table. I could feel her burning into me and to be honest it pleased me.

I finally looked her full into the face, crossing my ankles and tapping the space next to me. "Are you ready?" I said huskily, quickly clearing my throat.

She nodded her head vigorously and made haste with her shoes and crawled with such ease towards me. She stopped when she came close to touching my knee. She looked down at my leather pants and closed her eyes. She lifted her head slightly and sucked in, her nostrils flaring.

I blushed profusely, I knew what she was doing. Taking in the smell of my arousal and it was boiling her blood. Just when I thought the sexual thing she was talking about was about to erupt she moved on and placed herself so delicately next to me.

I watched quietly as she pulled the covers down and slit in with grace. She scooted down until all that was above the covers was her head. She wasn't touching me but I could feel her breath on my arm and it made me want to take her then.

Easy Willow. One thing at a time.

She tentatively moved one hand out and towards my thigh. "Is this okay?" She asked.

I nodded my head and we both sighed when her hand fell quietly on my tense body.

Without even thinking I placed my arm out around her head and pulled her upper body into my lap.

She giggled and nestled into my hip. "Good-night my sweet Willow."

"Good-night my Goddess." I whispered but she didn't hear me. She was already out.

I looked down at the slumbering beauty and ran my fingers though the golden locks. My head began to dim and my eyes closed welcoming a foreboding darkness.

[jkmack77]

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of
[url=http://alia.customer.netspace.net.au/glass.htm]Through the
Looking-glass[/url])

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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I was swimming in darkness. I paddled my hands like I was in water, reaching out for anything to touch. But my fingers only found more eternal black.

The cold clung to my bare arms and legs, wrapping around me like a snake. It made me immobile but yet I was moving I could feel my limbs working.

"Why haven't you found it?" A faint voice whispered.

I wheeled around frantically searching the dark. "Found what?" I shouted in confusion.

"Why haven't you found it?" The voice repeated stronger now.

"I don't know what I'm suppose to be searching for!" I answered shrilly.

My eyes caught a bright object coming towards me slowly. At first it was the size of a golf ball but it came closer growing larger. I couldn't stop staring at it. Then I felt the heat radiating off of the giant ball. It burst into flame and knocked me backwards.

I screamed and threw myself forward now in Tara's bed. The sun was pouring in though all the windows burning my pale flesh.

"Tara!" I screamed, shielding my eyes with my arms. The light was sizzling my skin off and it was the worst pain I had ever experienced.

I felt the bed move and the sharp sounds of curtains being thrown.

"Oh my god Willow are you okay?" Tara asked pulling me up to my feet and taking me over to the sink. "I thought you had already left." She sobbed turning on the water.

I looked up at her face now stained with tears. I don't know what hurt me more being burned alive or seeing Tara cry.

"Tara, ah, it's okay, mmm I fell asleep it was my fault." I reassured her while she applied a wet towel to my arms.

She shook her head. "I am so sorry. I never should have asked you to stay."

I pulled one of my hands out of her care and placed it on the side of her face. I slowly ran my hand up and down it until her sobs subsided a bit.

I leaned into her my eyes closed, lips half parted waiting for hers to meet mine. I felt her press into me gently, her lips instantly sending a spark to my pants.

I nibbled on her bottom lip savoring the way she tasted in my mouth. Careful not to nick her delicate flesh on my fangs I brought her tongue into my mouth and battled with it, lifting it up to taste the roof of my mouth.

"Oh." she moaned into my mouth, further encouraging me. I dropped the towel and wrapped my chaffed limbs around her pulling her into me.

Our breasts and lower bodies mashed together making my legs wobble. I wanted to rub us together to get some kind of release but I knew now was not the time.

We both pulled away, our chests rising and falling hard. I moved my arms to my sides and they bumped my legs. Expecting terrible pain I looked down and gasped in shock.

Tara looked as well and I heard her whisper ''oh my God."

I lifted my arms to my face and looked them over. Not a burn or so much as a scab. My jaw dropped even more as I looked at Tara. She was glowing.

"Well I knew that I healed well," I joked "but you sure sped up the process."

Tara's glow began to subside and she looked at me with fresh tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked taking her into my arms. Hoping I hadn't upset her again. Being confused wasn't new to me, but healing that rapidly wasn't something of my known ability. Sure some vampires could do it, like the Masters but not some peon like me.

"I-I haven't been able to heal s-since my m-mother died." She sobbed.

I maneuvered us towards the bed and sat down. Allowing us to get comfortable knowing there was a fragile story needing to surface.

Tara buried her head in my shoulder and shook with tears. I placed my arm around her shoulders and rested my head on hers. "Shh, baby it's okay you can tell me."

I stroked her hair and soothed her down to the point of conversation. She sat up and brushed her tears away with her palm.

"You cared for her a great deal, huh?" I asked looking at her torn face.

She nodded slowly looking down at the sheets. "I loved her so much. She was so wonderful, you would have liked her.'' She smiled sadly looking at me. "The ones who made me killed her. They wanted her to do some sort of spell so they could change to wolf anytime they wanted. See we can do it, but it takes years of meditation and practice, most of us don't have the patience for it. When she refused they took me made her watch them infect me. They even let her live up until," she took a deep breath "until my-my first change."

She looked up at me her eyes filled with tears again. "I can still remember her screaming and begging for them to take her instead. I-I remember changing but usually you don't remember much during the first, that's why the pack members are there to keep you under control."

All of a sudden I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew what Tara was about to say.

"You killed her." I said softly.

She looked up at me anguish in her face and she reached out for me but pulled away. "I came-to that morning with my mothers disfigured body at my side. All that was recognizable was her eyes. Then they took me away and I never saw her again."

She searched my eyes for something that I wasn't sure I could give. Comfort. It's not like I haven't killed anyone before and since I have hardly any compassion for the living it was new to me to want to care for her.

I pulled her to me, kissing her forehead lightly. "It wasn't your fault, baby. Don't you for one second think that it was."

She whimpered and I hugged her tighter. "You are very lucky to have love from such an outstanding woman."

"How do you know she was that great? You've never met her." Tara asked still in my embrace.

"Because I have you. And you are the most beautiful, kind, loving person I know. She must have been some woman to have such a daughter like you."

I felt her smile and it made my body tingle. She relaxed and hugged me tighter. We stayed like that in each others embrace for minuets, hours, days I didn't know. It wasn't until she heard my stomach grumble, that she looked up at me. "Are you hungry?"

I blushed. "Well I haven't ate in two nights, but I don't kill humans now. So don't offer to go and fetch me one." She laughed. "But I don't need anything. I can last up to a week without blood."

Her mood shifted. I could feel something different in the way her body was pressed against mine. The sexual heat coming in waves and bouncing off me.

"Tara?" I asked

"I want you to feed off me." He voice was low almost like a growl.

"I'm-I'm not sure that's such a good idea." I stammered. But she was already up and making her way towards her dresser. We were still in our clothes from the previous night.

I turned when she started to undress and waited for the okay to look. I heard her step closer and she placed a hand on my shoulder and turned my body back towards hers.

She was now in a pair of light blue boxer shorts and a green tank top. I lost all the ability to think straight. Tara was the only thing filling my senses and I could smell her arousal as if it where right on my body. I was suddenly very turned on. I had never ever felt like this before. My pants where soaked, the leather squeaking slightly with my shuddered movements.

Tara moved to sit next to me. Her hair was let down, long golden tresses falling a little past her shoulders. She moved her hair to one side exposing her neck. My heart was up in my throat and I tried to swallow it down. Her skin was so tight so easily penetrated that it took all my power not to take her right in my mouth.

"Tara." I breathed out. "I can't bite you there. What if your pack sees."

She looked at me for a moment no emotions on her face, then laid down flat on her back. Her head at the end of the bed and her legs spread wide. I moved off the bed to get a better look at her.

Her breathing was erratic and her heart was beating a mile a minuet. She was nervous but very excited.

"Where would be better?" She asked quietly, never taking her eyes off me. It was so sexy to hear her speak to me like that, that I nearly came in my pants

"Well, um perhaps your thigh. Not too high." I added hastily. "Or the top of your left breast. Just above the heart."She held her breath at that and seemed to ponder both ideas. "How about the breast. We'll start slow I don't want to push you to do something you don't want to do."

I nodded. "It's just that if I mark you, that makes you mine. A-and I'm not sure if you want that. To be claimed by a vampire."

Her face changed from desire to devotion. "I would like nothing more than to be marked by you forever."

I sighed contentedly and walked over to the bed kneeling at her feet. "May I?" I asked indicating to her legs.

She nodded and spread them so I could position myself on her easily. The moment our pelvis touched she instinctively jutted her hips forward. We both moaned and looked down at our joined bodies. Before I lowed my whole body down I reached for the bottom of her tank top.

"Can we take this off?" I asked a little unsure.

She blushed and looked away. "U-uh I'm y-you know n-not very p-pretty."

I was shocked. How could the most beautiful woman in the world not think she was desired. I wanted to ravage her right now, but this was all still new ground for me and I didn't want to do anything stupid. But I wanted to show Tara that I wanted her. I don't care what others have done to her in the past, I wanted her to feel what I was feeling.

I moved my hands up to her top and gripped the material tight and tugged roughly, ripping the cotton like it where tissue paper. She gasped and looked at me with mixed surprise and arousal.

Throwing the shirt down to the wood floor I brought my gaze back to hers. My breath was completely taken away. Clad tightly in a white cotton bra was the most luscious, eatable breasts I had ever seen. I had never looked upon something so arousing as seeing Tara's hidden glory.

I felt the bed shaking slightly and I tore my eyes from her mounds to look up at her. Her lips where parted and she was looking at me expectantly.

"Baby you are oh so beautiful." I breathed.

My hands slid upward slowly, dragging my fingertips on her smooth thighs then up past her boxers to her tummy. I rested there for a moment looking into her eyes before I proceeded. When she didn't give me any reason not to go on I cupped her cotton, slaved beauties in my hands.

We both moaned loudly as if it where something that we both had needed to do forever. Her nipples hardened at my touch and it got me even more aroused. I began to message her breasts softly then increasing my pressure every now and then.

Tara was moaning softly and pressing her hips into my waiting pelvic sending sparks trough our bodies. I stopped playing with her breasts long enough to bend down to her left breast and kiss the exposed skin softly. She whined and gripped my hair pushing me into her.

I hid my teeth with my lips so as not to tear her open and sucked gently. I pulled my head back and placed little kisses on the bruised mark. I was ready and I could feel she was too.

"You ready, baby?" I asked.

''Mmhmm." She cooed.

I dipped my head down and sucked the wet mark into my mouth and brought out my fangs, grazing her skin. She gasped and pushed her upper body into my mouth.

Opening my mouth a little wider I pressed my teeth into her, making small little holes.

The blood rushed into my mouth, filling me with unforgettable warmth. I swallowed the first rush and continued to nuzzle at her still clasped breast. I wasn't ready to really see them. I wanted our first experience to be special, given what we were doing now would be one of the most sexually arousing things we'll ever do.

I moaned and began to suck steadily. Drinking down her sweet nectar until she cried out and I felt her body shudder.

Pulling away quickly I sucked in air and stumbled off of her. I extended my hand to anything that would hold me up and chanced a look in the small mirror on the wall. My eyes where dilated pure black and my cheeks rosy red, my whole body was pulsing.

I had no idea that drinking from a shapeshifter would be this rewarding, I was seeing everything in double.

Tara was still laying flat on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "That was intense." She breathed out.

I smiled. "You have no idea."

She began to sit up slowly, I moved over to help her and we both sat with our feet on the ground. Her white bra was now stained with blood streaks. The blood around the mark was already starting to dry and her wounds healing.

We looked at each other sheepishly and she finally pulled herself to her feet.

Tara walked over to the window and looked outside. The sun was setting already and she turned to me. "I'm going down to the lake and bathe all right?"

"There's a lake?" I asked in mock amazement.

"Yeah it's hidden deep in the woods. It's quiet large and for it to actually be in the middle of a woods is interesting all the same. I call it mystic lake, ju-just because there is so much magic surrounded by it. I-it's pretty cool."

She went to the kitchen and got into the cabinet under the sink pulling out a blue towel. "I won't be long. I"m s-sure you have to leave soon, just wait until I get back okay?"

"Okay." I smiled

Tara rushed over and wrapped her arms around me, smearing blood on my white shirt. I didn't care, being in Tara's arms was more important to me than anything in this world. She let go hastily and hurried out the door.

I stared at the closed door for a moment and wanted so badly to say something, to thank her for the life running though me. She had given herself to me and in that moment I realized I was in love with this girl. I loved Tara.

[hr]

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

[hr]

Pacing the room for the duration of ten minuets didn't calm my nerves down. I wonder if she'd be mad if I snuck down a checked on her.

There's the key word sneak. Only to check on her though, not to gaze at a wet, naked, tight, Tara. Nope I would just see if she was okay. At least that's what I told myself as I made my way out the door.

I glanced around me and stared into the surrounding trees. I didn't have a clue which way the lake was.

Closing my eyes I lifted my nose to the breeze. I caught the faint sent of Tara sailing on the wind. Towards the north I went making my way towards the heart of darkness.

I hesitated when I met the wood's edge. I had never really been in the wilderness. I was always a towns girl, stayed indoors and read. That was me.

Finding Tara's blood was still thick in me, I stepped into the thicket instantly coming to tune with nature herself.

The rustle of the night, the way the earth expanded under my feet. It was like walking on the sky, with mother earth there to guide me. For the first time in my life I was primal, I was an animal. I could hear and see everything in front of me. My feet moved in time with the hoot of the night owl and new instincts pulled from every cell of my body. I hadn't stumbled once since I started walking and that above all stunned me. Normally I could barely walk on the sidewalk, let alone the woods. But it was like I knew where the next tree was or next entanglement.

A clearing up ahead began to form and I could smell Tara's sent more strongly now. I slowed my pace and crouched low, like a tiger in the grass. My feet carried me to the opening of the woods and I could hear the soft splatter of water.

I placed my hand on the tree next to me and felt the magic jump from me to it. It sizzled my hand in place and the air thickened around me. I looked at the giant ash in amazement but didn't struggle to what was happening. The life of the tree opened to me and I could feel the sap like it were my borrowed blood. Some strange part of me wanted to hug the tree but the other wanted to slash it with my claws. But I don't have claws? What was happening to me.

Ripping my hand away from the bark I brought my attention back to the original task.

There was Tara, emerged in the black waters. The half formed moon shimmered on the ripples. Her body snaked down as she dunked her head under the water. She popped up a moment later her wet mane cascading down her back.

I held my breath as I watched her stand up half of her body visible the other barely out. I could see the patch of hair that hid her treasure and I nearly fainted. I didn't mean for this to go this far. But I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away.

Her body turned, her back now to me and the light of the night accented her breasts and I could make out her budding nipples.

Turning quickly I started to book it towards the house. All I needed was for Tara to see me going at myself and think I was crazy.

It took less time to make it back to the cabin than it did to find the lake. I was thankful to finally be in the confines of the room. Sitting at the table I counted backwards from ten then a hundred than a million, I just couldn't get her beautiful body out of my mind.

The creak of the door brought me to my feet. But it wasn't Tara that stood in the doorway. A short muscular man with spiked red hair and forest green eyes was in view. Two larger men flanked him. One on his left was tall and blacker than any night sky. His head was shaved and he wasn't wearing a shirt just like the other two, just ripped genes. The man to his right was tall and skinny. His blonde hair was buzzed short and gelled to stick up. His eyes where a sky blue and I shuddered as they swam from normal to star irises. They were werewolves.

Shit. I stood still secretly praying that Tara was all right. Until she was shoved though the door. She stumbled and fell on all fours. Tara was back in her boxers and a different blue T-shirt. Thank the Gods for that.

A slender-waist but broad-shoulder woman stepped in after Tara. Her brown hair stretched to her knees. She was pale and had large hazel eyes. The curves of her body where brought out by the simple fact she was only hearing short shorts and a sports bra. She smirked at me, her thin lips curling over fangs. Then squatting down she grabbed Tara's still wet hair and jerked her head back.

A sharp hiss escaped Tara's lips and I quickly moved forward but the two larger men were on me instantly pinning my arms behind my back.

"Well, well my shy cub." The red-haired man said walking forward "what new play thing is this?" He nodded towards me. I looked at Tara searching for something to do but she just stayed placid in the woman's grip.

When Tara didn't answer he stomped towards her and replaced his hand with the woman's, tugging at my beauty's hair harder, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Huh? Who is this!? She reeks of vampire and," He stopped and bent his head low to Tara's face and sniffed her. "So do you."

The rage was evident in his voice and I was at a loss of what to do. I didn't even have my dagger, it was still nestled next to the bed. He struck her in the face and her fragile body flung into the wood. She put out her hands to help catch herself, but when she pulled herself up she nose was bleeding and a welt was forming on her cheek.

My captures must have read something in my movement because the dark one chuckled. "Don't even think about it little red, we'd kill you before you could think."

"Don't be so sure about that." I warned. I jerked my right arm free and elbowed the blonde hair man in the gut. He gave a loud oof and I sprang upwards, bringing my right leg around to catch the dark man in the face.

He still held onto my other arm but I worked around it. I brought my fist to his face and my leg to the blonde man charging into me. They both stumbled backwards and I made a dash from my weapon.

Nearly making it to the dagger someone jumped on me brining my body down. I was flipped over on my back and now staring up into the shorter man's angry eyes.

He pinned my arms above my head with one hand and looked down my body. "Well aren't you a feisty one. Have you fucked our dear Tara yet? No, no I don't suppose you have." He glanced back at Tara who was now being held by a bleeding blonde man and the woman. "It is truly something special to have wolf sex.'' His other hand moved to the waistband of his pants and he started to unbutton them.

When I realized what was about to happen I began to struggle. His hand tightened around mine. "Oh I like when they fight."

I screamed into his face and started to try and frantically wiggle my body out from under him. He held me like I were nothing. When he accomplished his task of pulling his pants down I felt him in all his glory press up against me.

The rage began to flood off me. I looked around at Tara and saw her staring at this in horror. Her eyes began to darken and she focused her energy towards me. Her sent and devotion poured into me. I could feel her wrapping her protection around me and it filled me with unbelievable strength.

I brought my knee up catching the man in the groin. His grip loosened enough for me to scramble up. He tackled me again my stomach now on the floor.

"I will have you, you little bitch." He growled in my ear. I looked up and saw the dagger half laying over the table.

Tara's magic prickled over me again and I knew what I had to do. "Dagger!" I shouted and heard Tara's voice echo the same. The dagger flew off the table into my open hand. I flipped my body around on the floor and stuck it deep into the man's gut. I jutted upwards feeling the tip of the blade scrape his ribs.

He grunted and pulled himself off of me, his blood poring on my white shirt. Staggering back he looked down at the protruding blade in shock, eyes wide and mouth parted.

"It's silver asshole." I snarled.

His body shook and he fell to the floor coughing, blood spurting out of his mouth. The other three rushed me then. But Tara was up knocking the the woman to the floor. I heard a savage growl before I was knocked over by the dark one. The blonde man must have decided against it and took off. Though I couldn't see anything but a dark fist smashing my face in.

I gave up fighting and took the blows. Suddenly he was knocked off me by a blur of gold. I sat up in time to see a half formed Tara slashing the man's throat open with her razor claws. His eyes held the shock that the other man had as he scrambled to drag himself out the door, the blood fowling him like a bride's dress.

Tara growled at the man leaving and I looked at her with mixed amazement. Her face held a muzzle but the eyes where still the same blue with a tint of yellow. Once beautiful long fingers now deadly killers. She stood and the golden fur ran down her back where the shirt had ripped. She turned her back to me and let out a painful howl. It was like watching a movie rewind. The hair shrunk into her smooth skin and her claws retracted. The bones cracked and snapped back into place one by one, making me grit my teeth for the pain she must be feeling. I could make out the long snout being pulled into her soft face.

She fell back to the floor, her body coated with sweat and other fluids. I rushed to her, kneeling next to her face.

"Tara! Tara! Are you okay?" I asked in my usual frantic tone.

Her body shifted so she could look at me. "Yeah, I'm fine. See I told you enough meditation helps" She smiled

My joy could not be contained as I scooped her into my arms. Her half naked body pressed against my bloodied one. She began to cry and I held her tighter.

"It's okay baby, shh it's over now I'm here." I said softly kissing her head.

"I w-was so-so scared. I couldn't watch him do t-that to you. I don't ever want to lose you. You mean s-so much to me already." She sobbed.

I rocked her gently back and forth until she calmed down.

"Who is that?" I asked indicating to the still body of the red haired man.

Tara shuddered and hid her face in my shirt. "Th-that's Oz. He's t-the p-pack leader."

"He's not dead yet is he?" I asked. She shook her head into my shirt.

I began to stand but Tara put her arm on my waist and pulled me back. "W-what are you doing?"

"I'm going to finish it." I said quietly.

"No! You can't you don't understand i-if you kill him you become pack leader."

She had a point there. "Then you kill him."

The shock was evident. "I wouldn't last a week."

"You underestimate yourself. You fought like a true warrior tonight and if your pack believes you have the vampire allies they dare not touch you."

She looked at him then back to me. "But, but I'm-" I stopped the words with my lips. I kissed her deeply and soulfully allowing my tongue to caress her worry away. My blood stained face meshed with hers and we were one. Her magic rolled over me and dipped into my soul. It was at that moment something clicked and unlocked in my body. My own, newfound magic found Tara's and together they mingled and combined into one. It wasn't just luck we had found each other, it was destiny.

"We'll do it together." I said nuzzling into her head.

"Okay." She whispered.

We both stood together, I laced my fingers into hers and we made our way across the room to the pack leader.

The knife was still stuck upwards but the blood had stopped flowing. "We'll need to do this quickly before he comes to." I said.

Tara nodded and bent down to look into his face. "For so many years you have used me, but not tonight. Tonight you unleashed something so powerful I almost want to thank you. Now you suffer no more."

His eyes fluttered but it was too late. I was already ripping the dagger out and reapplying it to his chest and Tara's claws and jaws came out and slashed open his face and neck. There was a moment of wet gurgling noises but it was over quickly.

I pulled my knife out with a hollow thud and cleaned it off with my shirt. Tara painfully once again came back to human form. Our faces and arms soaked crimson.

"Now what do we do?" I asked panting.

Tara looked at me then towards the open door. "Now we call the pack."

It was game time and I had to be prepared. Bluffing would be the only way the both of us would survive.

Tara moved quickly to her dresser to put on a rangy old t-shirt. She then walked towards the mangled body and picked it up in her arms with such ease. Steadily she carried the rag out the door into the night. I followed quietly behind.

The smell of fresh air compared to musky death was so sudden I stumbled. Tara glanced back at me. "You okay?"

I shook my head. "yeah just a little woozy."

She turned back to the woods and took a deep breath. Her head dipped back and her mouth opened and let out a high cry. The howl bounced off the trees back to our ears. Tara paused for a moment looked around then let up the call again.

After a few moments figures began to grow out of the shadows as they walked from the thickness to us.

They filled out one by one until I stopped counting at fifty. There stood a clump of half-wolf half-human forms. I had forgotten it was so close to the full moon. I stood straighter behind Tara showing my support.

Many of the pack members lifted their muzzles or noses up to smell the blood on us.

One from the back shouted. "That is the blood of Oz, our leader."

I was afraid that Tara would back down now but she seemed to muster all her hidden courage and stepped forward lifting the body up. "Yes!" She growled "This was once the body of our great leader. But no more. I am now Drappa!"

There was a great roar of mixed joy and anger. Someone shouted. "I will kill you Tara during the next full moon."

Tara threw the carcass out into the sea of monsters "You will address me as Tarashitia now! And I will take on anyone who tries. Now that I have the vampires as our allies that would be a very bold move. No pack in over three hundred years has had the co-operation of the vampire covens. If you wish to give all that up to kill me or try to kill me, be my guest." I couldn't believe this side of Tara... bold-Tara was way hot.

"Lies!" Someone cried.

"Do you really want to test that theory?" I yelled out into the crowd.

Everyone hushed and looked at me.

"I speak for the vampire coven in this region. Lose Tarashitia, then lose our help." I tried to sound as sure of myself as I could. William was going to be pissed. Matters like this took weeks of deliberation and preparing. I just signed it over in 2.5 seconds. Bold move indeed. But it didn't matter. I loved Tara and if giving my life to protect her was what it would take than so be it.

William had talked of the werewolf ally situation for a long time. No one had ever taken the final step though. Gaining the werewolves as allies was not on the priority list anymore. So I hoped to all that there was this would work out.

I moved to position myself next to Tara. "We are equals now. Anyone here willing to give that up?"

There was a dull murmur and one man stepped forward. He was normal size, brown buzzed hair and dark eyes. Muscles bulged down his arms and back, he tried really hard to keep up with rest I could tell. "I don't know how well Tarashitia rules, she has always appeared weak, but now I see that was all a front." He walked towards us and kneeled in front of Tara. "I accept our new Drappa and open my blood to her."

His words seemed very formal like this had all been done before. He bit into his wrist, red liquid instantly filling the holes. The smell filled my nostrils and I stepped back.

The clump of wolves one by one got down on their knees. I stared out in amazement at how easy this was. That made me stop. This truly was very easy. I wanted to inform Tara to ask her what was going on but she was already dipping her head to the man's outstretched arm, lapping up his blood, like a kitten with fresh milk.

All that could be heard was the suckling noise of the offering. After what seemed like forever Tara jerked from the man's arm and let out an ear shattering howl. Blood dripping down her chin.

She looked at me her eyes the color of gold and blue mixing together as one. I dipped my head and bowed down on one knee. I wanted to prove to her pack that she had my full trust.

Her hand came to rest gently on my shoulder. "You may rise, my love." There was a few whispers at her words but all fell silent when I rose.

I looked at her as she did me. The love in that moment swirled around us both and lifted my dead heart to life. She was my life my only hope in living. The way she was looking at me now to the shy girl sitting by herself at the club. Tara was so sweet, so beautiful and so right. Nothing seemed wrong in me wanting to kiss her or to hold her.

My head cocked to one side in wonder. What where we going to do now?

Tara picked up on this and turned back to the pack and the man still kneeling at her feet. "You may go. I have some business to attend to." The members began to back away slowly into the trees. Each in turn dipping their heads or licking the tops of Tara's hand, until all that was left was the man on the ground and Oz's body.

"Drappa! You need to select your guard. Who among us do you trust to protect you with their life?" The brown haired man shouted standing up. He looked genuinely concerned as if Tara dismissing the pack was a really bad idea.

"Poslac." Tara whispered. "There is no one among you that I trust." She started to turn and walk away but he flew forward and grabbed her arm.

"No, no mistress, please pick someone to protect you. I know what others in the pack did to you. But I was not one of them. Not many of us agreed with Oz's methods. Let us, me make amends. Let me protect you."

I stared at the man huddled at my love's hand. I squared my shoulders into a changeling stance, moving to put myself between Tara and Poslac. He stood straighter and looked me in the eyes as if I weren't even worth his time.

My stomach clenched and I balled my hands into fists. I felt Tara's hand on my arm and she gripped me gently.

"Flame, darling look at me." She said softly. I didn't move I continued to stare at Poslac. He now returned my glare. We were not going to get along very well.

She jerked my arm hard, whirling me around my face inches from her. She didn't hesitate but put her lips to mine. The kiss was harsh and demanding at first, with Tara nipping at my lip and me tasting the dried blood on hers. Our tongues danced together and pulled apart in quick spurts.

We both pulled away and I hesitated to wipe my mouth and stood full on to see Poslac. His mouth was hanging open but he composed himself quickly and straightened up.

Tara looked at him idly. "Do you still wish to protect me?"

"I do mistress. Though I do not agree to trusting a vampire," He said glancing at me. "If it means less killing of our kind and better means of cooperation, than so be it."

"Very well-" Tara sighed.

"What? You can't bring him back to the coven tonight! They'll kill him. I need only you tonight, I will protect you." I blurted out.

Tara chuckled. "If you would let me finish." I blushed and kicked at a stone.

"You will stay with the pack tonight, gather up the ones you trust most and present them to me tomorrow. Until then I will be satisfied with my vampire guard." He opened his mouth to argue but she put her hand up for silence. "Go now and don't disappoint me."

He didn't utter another word but turned and darted towards the woods with incredible speed.

Tara and I were left alone in the clearing behind her house. The wind shook the trees as they swayed back and forth gently.

"Ready?" I asked hastily, starting towards my bike.

"Willow wait."

I stopped and turned back to her quietly waiting for her to speak.

"I love you."

"Wh-what?? You love me? Why? I didn't do anything, I couldn't even of protected you if something where to have happened. I don't want to lose you, you mean so much to me already. A-and I-"

Tara seized me, hugged me to her and rested her head on my shoulder. Her body shook and I realized she was crying. I was in shock. Tara loved me? Like truly loved me? No one has ever made me feel the way Tara does. No one has ever looked at me the way she does or trust me the way she does.

I hugged her back tighter. "Oh Tara, I love you so much. I-I can't even explain it. We've just met and it's it's like nothing could ever tear me away from you, not ever."

She sniffed and turned to look at me. "What you did for me tonight, you've brought out something inside me. Like a door I needed the key to and you're that key. You are life Willow, you are everything that makes this world wonderful."

That touched me more than any words ever spoken. Tears fell down my face to meet Tara's now soaking the quiet grass. We could do this, together we could do anything.

"Let us go see my dear William." I said.

"Yes lets go face the music." Tara smiled and kissed me gently on the lips.

And that's exactly what we set off to do.

[Amanda]

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The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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I raised my hand to open the door and it fell once again back to my side. Tara looked over at me sympathetically. "We can do this sweetie."

"Yeah. I'm ready. Got everything down about what to say and what not to?" I asked.

"I-I think so. I mean I am now Drappa so confidence is well ensured... I think."

I laughed nervously and turned the brass knob. We both stepped in and I closed the door behind me.

The house seemed deserted, but I knew everyone was either out or down in the council chamber.

Marcus came bounding out from the living room, barking madly and bristling his fur at Tara.

"Marcus hush!" I scolded. Tara bent down to her knees and faced the snarling mutt.

"Tara, I don't think that's such a good idea." I warned.

She didn't answer me but looked right into the dogs eyes. She murmured something and the tabby dog instantly dropped to his belly, his tail thumping on the wood floor nervously. Rolling over on his back outstretching himself to be adored.

"What the?" I asked in awe.

Tara reached out and began to scratch the dog's tummy, making his leg and tail quiver in happiness. "We had a struggle for a moment but he's not so bad."

"Wait does that mean you can talk to animals?" I asked unsure.

"No not animals. But dogs are closely related to the wolf are they not?" She asked still working at Marcus' shabby fur.

"Yeah I guess so." I said kneeling down to help out. "He's a good dog." I added.

"He's more than that." Tara said.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Flame is that you?!" Janielle shouted from the open door leading to the basement. Her face held the fury of her words.

I stood up quickly Tara stepping back to mirror me. Janielle walked briskly up to me and took hold of my arms.

"Look at you! What happened? Your face is all torn up and you're blood stained and who is this!?" She whirled on Tara eyeing her carefully.

"This is-"

"Tarashitia." William appeared behind Janielle. "The new wolf leader."

My jaw dropped and I stepped farther in front of my beloved. William moved Janielle out of the way.

"Go back to the meeting, let them know I will be only a moment." He said coldly.

Janielle bowed and turned on her heel back to where she came.

"Oh my little firefly," William said softly "What a mess." His hand came to the side of my face and he brushed it lightly with his fingertips. "So much as happened tonight, yes?"

I nodded and turned to kissed his fingers. Tara stiffened beside me. I felt her whole body go cold with jealously. I moved my hand back and gripped hers. Pulling her out from behind me I let her see the gesture more openly.

"This is William, my Maker. William this is Tarashitia as you seem to already know. She's a new kind of really good friend now."

He stepped back to look more closely at the two of us. I couldn't tell if he was angry or just curious. "Something has happened. Tell me."

I looked away from his eyes and spurted out nervously. "Well there was this huge fight like wham! Right in your face battle and I was all like 'whoa now back up' and I and T-Tara fought for out lives from some evil wolves that wanted to kill us and well not all wolves are bad and that's how I came to know Tara, she's good werewolf and a good leader and I sort of made a pact with them. I mean you've been talking about it for like ever now so I just took that final step and-"

He stopped me with his hand. "You made an alliance with the wolf pack?"

"Well sort of, that's what I told them anyway." I said quietly.

His face held the mix shock and anger I had never seen ever directed to me. He composed himself and looked at Tara. "If you'll give us a moment Drappa Tarashitia I would like to ask Flame a few ... questions."

Tara looked wild-eyed from me to him she started to shake her head but I squeezed her hand. "It's all right, just go on in the living room. I'll be there in a second."

She slowly turned her body and stalked away, glancing back at the two of us like we would just vanish. Marcus was right on her heels wagging his tail like a spoiled pup.

When William figured Tara was out of ear shot he calmly began to speak. "Tell me my little firefly what possessed you to make such a rash agreement by yourself?"

"Well it seemed like a good idea I was there the wolves where there and it just sort of clicked."

"No, tell me the truth."

"Truth? That is-"

"No." he said sternly ''tell me why you would risk your life for this cause. I have never heard you mention any interest of the werewolves until now." His voice was slowly growing.

"I just wanted to do something right for the coven." I squeaked out.

"No! No you didn't! Tell me the real cause!" He shouted into my face. I was quite scared I had never had William so upset at me and I panicked.

"There is no way you could have kept the wolf tie secret from me for so long something must have pushed you!" He screamed into my face.

"Because I love her!"

He stopped and pulled back from me awe plain on his face. "What?"

"They were going to rape her and me then kill her while I watched. I couldn't just sit back and let that happen. She's my everything, now. Not even my dead life matters anymore. I would gladly walk into the dawn for her." Tears streaked down my face around my chin and I let them fall. There was no point in lying to William he would know. I think he already did, he just wanted me to confess it.

My body shook with all the emotions I had compressed over the years. What it means to die for someone. To give your whole life to love. How could I feel like this? Telling William that I loved this girl, a werewolf no less. This was how it had to be though, sooner or later he would have followed me and known what I was doing.

"Oh Willow." He whispered taking me into his arms. "I understand. I really do and matters like the alliance should have gone through council before you took the lead. But what's done is done, if we take it back there will be an all out war. That I cannot allow, not now anyway."

I looked up at him "not now?"

"Well generally speaking. I don't want anymore bloodshed in this region."

I nodded at his explanation. Now that everything was out what was I suppose to do now? Would William allow me to stay with Tara or break us apart? I tried my best to search his face for an answer but it was placid and unmoved.

"Do I have to leave Tara?" My voice sounded as small and unsure of myself as I felt.

A great sigh escaped his body and his eyes shifted into something I couldn't read. "Do you love her that much already?"

My face crinkled in concentration. "I know what I feel here." I shoved my fist into my chest. "I know that since I've met her I want to do better, to be more than I am. To see her smile is one of the greatest things I wish to experience."

"Very well." He sighed. "We will do a joining ceremony in a month's time. Until then I ask you to savor your... purity. Your are like a daughter to me and I will not allow that kind of thing in my house unless a proper service first."

I looked down at my feet and blushed madly. I didn't think the physical attraction was that evident, guess I was wrong.

There was a loud crash coming from the living room and an uproar of voices and Marcus' snarling snaps. Both William and I rushed to see the problem

We entered the room and came upon Raoul backing away quickly his arm bloodied and Marcus ripping at his pant leg. Faith, another one of our warriors was holding her dagger to Tara's throat. Her stature rigid with tension and her dark brown hair covering her angry features.

"Stop it now all of you!" I yelled bounding towards Faith knocking the blade away from Tara's throat.

"Are you okay?" I asked, tucking a lock behind her ear.

She gave a half hearted smile and shot cold glances at Faith and Raoul.

"What happened?" William asked calmly.

"There is a werewolf in here boss, and by the smelling a pretty powerful one." Faith answered walking over to Raoul and kicking Marcus off. I felt Tara flinch and I squeezed her arm gently.

"Do you think I wouldn't be aware of anyone in my home?" William answered mockingly. I felt a hidden meaning to those words but looked at Tara for support instead.

"No, sir, I was just saying I was trying to take care of it." She said a little uneasy.

"Thank you for the concern. The two of you may go. Marcus down!" William commanded.

The dog looked at him then carefully thudded over to Tara's and my side. I moved my free hand down and patted his head, thanking him for protection.

After the two left William looked at us with mild concern. "Tarashitia I would be honored for you stay in our home tonight. Granted you sleep in the guest quarters."

I looked away from him. I still wasn't too comfortable about his previous rule. Tara looked at me for support. "You will be fully protected." I added.

William gave his best professional smile. "Of course."

Tara nodded not saying a word.

"You two may use the master bathroom to ... clean up." He said looking at me sternly. "Both your faces need a little mending. Now I must go to the council about this new treaty with the wolf pack."

Then he did something unexpected he walked over to Tara and stuck out his hand.

Tara hesitated but slipped her hand in his, they both squeezing gently. "I humbly ask for your trust and acceptance."

"Granted." Tara said looking right into his face.

He rounded quickly and left us standing together, me nervously patting Marcus.

"That was something wasn't it?" I asked quietly.

"It sure was." Tara said letting out a held breath.

"Shower time?" I asked looking away. Did that mean shower apart or together? Was I ready for that? I stepped back and scanned her beautiful body up and down. You bet your ass I was ready for that. Besides showers don't mean sex, since I must wait. People take showers to get clean not to have hot wild Tara sex.

Boy was I in for it.

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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My whole body shook as I stared at the half parted door leading to the echoes of water. I wanted to bolt in there, get a quick glimpse of my goddess and run out again. Somehow that didn't seem very mature.

I recalled the words Tara said to me before she began to disrobe. "You can join me. This doesn't have to be about sex, just conserving water."

Making up my mind I made my way across the master bedroom and pushed opened the door.

Fog rolled throughout the tile bathroom. The shower in the corner away from the large tub was harboring the familiar shape of my beauty. I watched her silhouette dip its head under the beating water and run her hands though the blurred dark of her hair. I inhaled sharply when I heard her moan softly.

My whole body dulled as I watched her arm move down over her body and mesh with the color of her skin. She gave another quiet moan and I barely caught her body shuddering. I'm not a stranger to self gratification but thinking that Tara did it nearly set me over the edge where I stood.

"You know you can join me." Her voice boomed over the shower and made me jump where I stood. I started to back out towards the door but Tara's voice stopped me. "You could come in here and stop me if it bothers you that much." She challenged.

I cleared my throat loudly. "Okay." I managed and I slowly pulled my shirt up over my head and made fast work with my ripped leather pants. My bra was easy work due to the fact it was almost falling off. My small pert breasts sharpened to the chilled air.

There I was, totally nude, shaking from anticipation, and not having one single clue of what to do next. Tara's body had stopped moving and she slid the door open enough to poke her drenched head out.

When she caught sight of me her mouth dropped and her eyes grew wide. I expected her to blush and turn away, but she stayed locked on my pale form. First her eyes met mine then trailed down to my tiny mounds, she licked her lips and continued her journey. I heard a soft moan deep from her throat when she reached my fiery tangles.

"Oh dear Gods, Willow you are so beautiful." She breathed.

That was all I needed. I made it quickly to the shower and upon coming into reaching distance Tara wrapped her hands in my hair and pulled me into her plush lips. Heatedly she pulled me into the beating water, closing the door and all the while keeping our lips locked.

We broke apart long enough to breathe then set back in, attacking each others lips. Tara's hands moved from my hair and slid lightly down my sides to my hips. I moaned and bucked into her touch. The sparks emitting from her hands was too much to handle.

"Tara." I choked out as she began to plant light kisses on my neck, flicking her tongue out on my pulse point.

"Mmm?" She questioned still licking at me.

"I'm not, we're not allowed to you know, oh that feels good, we're not allowed to until we are joined." I managed to finally get out.

She stopped for a moment and looked up at me. "I won't do anything that you don't want to. I want our first time to be gentle and passionate, but who says we can't explore before then?"

"I um didn't think of it that way." I said.

"Well we are in a relationship now, right?" She said quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes. Speaking of that there was something I was going to ask you." I remembered trying to remain calm.

She moved her hands from my hips to kneed my lower back. "Go on." She said gently.

"Back in the cabin, I felt something come over me, like you where infusing your soul into me or something? It helped me call the dagger. What happened?"

Tara looked down then back up at me. "Well I wasn't sure it was me, but you have a lot of magicks in you. I tapped into that, my anger for what Oz was doing, a-and my love for you I just couldn't contain it. I had to help you. We are powerful together Willow, we could do great things as a pair."

I smiled and leaned into to capture her lips. After a few moment of gentle sucking I pulled away. "Makes sense. I can't see myself anywhere but with you."

She smiled back at me wider than I had ever seen. No more talking was needed. I stepped closer to her allowing the water to run in between us. Our slick bodies touched, nipples to nipples, thighs to thighs and lips to lips. The kisses began slow enough but we couldn't stop the friction of our skin moving up and down.

We both moaned in time while our nipples rolled on each other. Tara's breasts where so full and so yummy. Wait. Tara did say to explore.

I pulled away from her lips and smiled as Tara leaned forward to take them again.

"Hey." I laughed playfully.

"What?" Tara giggled opening her eyes.

I moved my hands from her hip bones and slid them up her stomach, stopping short of touching her mounds.

"It's okay," she whispered, her eyes clouding over with desire.

We both sighed when my hands covered her fully. Her nipples went hard under my touch, poking into my palm. I maneuvered them between my fingers and rolled them carefully, watching Tara's reactions for encouragement.

Then I did something even I couldn't believe I did. I lent in and took Tara's left nipple into my mouth. I smiled at the scars of my previous encounter with her luscious breast.

"Oh!" Tara moaned as soon as my lips closed over her bud. She put her hands on my shoulders and arched her back into me. I nipped at the pink flesh and used my tongue to roll it around my mouth.

Tara's body shook as I assaulted her wonderful breast. Her moans became louder as I continued to play with her other nipple with my hand. Just when I thought things couldn't become any more out of control her clit had somehow found its way on my wet thigh.

I gasped in shock and looked down at her legs on each side of mine. Her wetness differed from the water running down my and the texture was unmistakable. The wonderful smell mixing with the steam was unbearable. I froze. What was I suppose to do now?

I detached my lips and hands and placed them on the wall next to Tara
moving my leg more into her soaked sex.

Her eyes where shut tight and her mouth was open, she had her back pressed hard against the tile. I heard deep throaty moans and I wanted so badly to bring out more.

"Tara?" I questioned.

"Oh Willow please." She sighed out.

I did the only thing I figured needed to be done, I began to push my leg back and forth into her swollen clit. She whined and hugged me to her tighter. Her free leg placed itself in-between mine and she let out a startled moan as it touched my virgin sex.

"Is this okay, mmm Willow?" She asked still grinding on my rhythm.

"Yesss." I got out throwing my head back. We both then began to move in time. Her thigh now soaked with my arousal and our breathing becoming more and more labored. I had never felt this before, her thigh was so soft and slick now with my juices that I moved easily on it, the same seemed to apply to her.

With each thrust I became more forceful, my hips pivoting upward to give Tara the full effect and her mirroring me. The pressure was unbearable and I felt for the first time the explosion of release.

"Tara!" I screamed throwing all my weight into her and I heard her cry out just the same. Her juices spilled onto my leg following the same path as the still falling water.

We both stayed in place, Tara muttering softly and me holding both our bodies in place against the wall.

Calming down enough to speak I rested my head on Tara's and nibbled her nose gently. "So much for conserving water." I joked.

Tara chuckled and moved to kiss my lips, sucking them slightly. I moaned and pulled away from her. "Easy now, this is still all new to me." I giggled.

She nodded and moved me off of her, slipping around to turn the shower off. "We should um go and get ready for bed."

The note of venerability was obvious. "Hey? What's wrong" I asked as we stepped out of the shower, the chill air nipping us instantly. I reached for two towels and handed Tara one. She took it and wrapped it around her body quickly. We were now both fully healed, no more bruises or scrapes. My face was just was perfect as before.

"Hey." I pressed again.

"Thank you." She said quietly.

"For what?" I asked confused.

Her eyes held all the truth of what she was thinking. "For loving me."

I reached for her and hugged her close. "I will always love you, don't count on anything less, okay?." She nodded and I went on. "Now lets go. Dawn is coming and we need our beauty sleep."

Tara let out a soft laugh and we walked half-hugging to the guest bedroom where I tucked her in.

"Don't worry, okay? I'll just be down the hall." I said kissing her softly and pulling the covers up more.

"I'll try not to." She said as Marcus came trotting into the room and jumped up on the queen sized bed.

"I guess he really likes you." I said amused.

"Yeah, he'll take care of us." Tara said, absently scratching his ears.

"Good-night my love." I said quietly walking towards the door.

"'Night, my dearest Willow."

I shut the door and walked lightly towards my room. I shut my door behind me and noticed a mug of steaming blood next to my bed. There was a little note with it. I reached for the paper and read over it. Sleep well my little Firefly, for tomorrow brings many things.

"Oh William." I sighed laughing slightly. This was a little tradition of ours. I put the cup to my lips and guzzled down the rich goodness. It hit my stomach within seconds. My head began swam with drowsiness. I wobbled trying to steady myself on the night-stand but slipped and hit my head on the wood floor. The world dissolved around me going instantly black.

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The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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I was back in our little farm house in Ireland. The gray mist creeping over the never-ending hills. I could always remember sitting at my window and trying to figure out how God had let the clouds come so close to earth.

There was something strange in the surrounding air. The sense that you know something bad is going to happen, in my case it already did. I was now reliving the memory of that day everything was lost to me. The very day I watched my father murder my mother.

I was standing in the corner watching my younger self at the windowsill gazing out into abyss. The short red hair I have now, was then longer, reaching almost to the middle of my back. Now I cut it short, so as not to remind me of the tragic event that scarred me for life.

My mother came strolling into the room, since it was a small hut there was only three rooms. The main room, where the kitchen was and then a small area for me and a larger one for my parents.

My breath stopped as I marveled how beautiful she use to be. Her long peasant skirt swishing with her tiny movements and her dark auburn hair tied in a tight ponytail. She was singing the song that inspired my name. "The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree, sing all a green willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow."

The younger me jumped up and ran to my mother wrapping her tiny body around the older woman's legs.

"Are you ready for bed my green Willow?" My mother asked hugging me tightly to her.

"Yes mommy." My tiny voice squeaked. It nearly made me cry to hear how innocent I use to be. My mother picked me up and whirled me around, my giggles matching hers.

I clenched my chest, trying to stop my tears from coming, I didn't want to see what happened next.

My mother pulled the covers up to my chin and tucked in the sides all the while still signing that song which still haunts my dreams. "Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve; I called my love false love, but what said he then. Sing willow, willow, if I court mo women, you'll catch with mo men-" My little eyelids began fade and the younger me slumped down on the straw bed. My mother bent down and kissed me on the forehead gently. "Good night my little Willow."

The door crashed open and I jerked along with the figures I was watching. Our eyes caught the sight of my father standing in the doorway, his fangs barred and his clothes torn and bloodied.

My mother jumped up and moved to guard me. He advanced, his eyes ablaze and he wheezed terribly. His red hair was thick and gruffy at the beard. I put my hands against the wall to hold my shaking form in place.

"Give me the child, lass." He commanded stalking towards us. My little body shook and I held a death grip at the back of my mothers rags.

"Get away from her, you drunken loaf." She warned nudging me back in-between the bed and the window.

"Oh don't be misled woman, I am not drunk from a man's liquid but from a God's soul. You will give me our dear Willow for she has a purpose to uphold." He was now inches away from her and me on the other side of the bed near the open window.

She struck him, the sound was sharp and even I winced standing in my corner. He turned his head slowly back to her, an evil grin spreading across his lips. I watched with a new interest, the younger me slipped out the window and crouched down enough to see but still able to run.

He grabbed her arms and held them up. She struggled and cried out when he increased the pressure. There was a dull crack and she screamed in pain. "Don't think you'll use that hand again any time soon." He muttered. Her bone was sticking out slightly and blood ran down the slender arm.

Both me and my younger self covered their eyes. I could hear her panting that turned into an ear-shattering wail. I looked up and saw my father ripping her delicate neck to shreds. His hands were closing and snapping all the bones in her arms.

He dipped his head back and licked the crimson off his pink lips. My mother's body crumbled to the floor and lay in a discarded pile.

I heard a soft whimper and knew it was me still crouched outside. He heard it and rounded on me. My little form took off and the crazed man bounding out towards me.

My body jerked and I slowly opened my eyes. I was back in reality, I think. It took me a few moments to regain the use of my eyes, but when they came back into focus I lazily looked around. Stalactites and stalagmites where hanging and standing where they had been placed for thousands of years. I tried to lift my arms but a clanking came from them and I looked down to see silver shackles clasped around my arms.

"What the fu-"

"Easy now my little firefly. Don't use such language in a sacred place."

"William? Is that you?" I asked my head swimming.

"That it is." He stepped into view. He was wearing all black. From his shoes to his hair-tie. He held his hands behind his back and looked down at me.

"How did I get here?" I said looking around then down to my chains. "Can you help me out of these." I said trying to lift my arms to him. I was still half out of it, not understanding why he wasn't helping me out of my confinements. Why was he smiling at me like that, and where the fuck where we?

"No, I will not release you. Not until we have served our purpose here, and then I can't even guarantee you will be alive." That's when I knew something was up.

"What fucking ritual?" I snapped, suddenly becoming angry.

He was upon me in a flash. The back of his hand connected with the right side of my face. My body flew sideways dragging across the rocky floor. The shackles making it impossible to lessen the contact. I slid to a stop and heaved heavy, heart-filled sobs. I couldn't understand why William, my William was doing this to me?

"Pick her up!" He commanded. Two hooded figures came forth from the shadows and picked me up by my arms, dragging me back to my original spot. They steadied me on my feet then stepped back a few paces.

He glided towards me and placed a hand on my cheek. "You will be my vessel my little one, this is what you where created for. This is why you have been in my care all of these years. Why your father was sent to retrieve you to me and he failed, it was all part of the prophecy. Now that your precious Tarashitia has brought you into your power, we may now begin to extract the powers of the darker part of life."

I shrugged him off and stepped out of his reach. "No y-you love me, what could you want that is more that what we've shared in our time together." I shook out.

William moved towards me again and put his hand on my shoulder he shoved me around to face where my back had been. My eyes must have bulged out of my head from what stood before me.

Etched in the cave walls was four large pillars of marble that stood around a giant winged statue. There was markings and different symbols on each pillar and a huge pentagram on the forehead of the creature. I looked closer trying to figure out what it was. It had wings like a bat but two of it's feet where hooves while it's hands where claws. Its head craved like a wolf's but the teeth where more jagged and the ears where elf shapped not animal. Flames burst to life on the saucers that where placed around the area.

The mystic energy was rushing to my head in great amounts. I kept trying to look away but something kept forcing my head to look upon the figure. It opened something, something wanted to get out and I had a horrible feeling I was the one doing the letting out. I jumped at the realization and tried to back away but bodies stopped me and started to carry me forward.

With all my might I began to kick frantically, screaming and trying my hardest to break free of this madness. The closer I got to the alter the more the darkness engulfed me. It was like someone was pouring a pure bucket of ice on my head and it trailed down my skin causing me to shiver uncontrollably.

"Come closer my child." A voice hissed in my head.

I looked up and around at the walls and then back at William. His eyes where glazed over and he was gawking towards the statue in complete awe. He dragged his eyes towards me and gave me that same sly smile.

Ripping myself from him back to the stone creature its eyes where on fire, a glowing red that held me to it.

The voice spoke again. "So you have finally found me."

"What?" I asked aloud.

"Who are you speaking to my darling?" William asked carefully. I ignored him and looked terrified at the statue. "Could it be the dark God Charlakon?" He mused.

"You have come at last to free me." Charlakon continued. "To release my darkness from this cage and infect the world once again."

"You want his power, so you can plague the world with evil." I said turning to face my Maker.

He smiled and held his hands up in the air. "True, they didn't call me William the Bloody for nothing. But you are missing the point my dear. It is not so much about the power it's about the control. When Charlakon's soul mends with mine I will have control over every dark creature on the earth. The vampires, your precious werewolves, everything that evil made it's mark on. I never would have found this place with out the council's help. They brought to my attention the location of this tomb, they planned on destroying it and sent me personally to take care of it."

"That was a dumb move on their part." I put in sarcastically.

"Yes, yes indeed it was." He grinned. "But you my dear haven't asked the question that is hiding in that brilliant mind of yours."

"I don't want to play twenty questions. Just kill me and get it over with." I said angrily. That's when I stopped thinking about myself and started thinking about Tara. Gods I hope she was safe. Of course she was safe, Tara is Drappa now, she can do anything. Not if William gets the soul of what's-his-face. We'll all be dead then. Shit. I had to stall. If this ritual went though then we were all in for it, even Tara.

I came out of my thoughts and realized that several hooded figures where quickly setting up for my upcoming sacrifice. They where painting a small pentagram on the floor in front of Charlakon's statue and placing different bowls of herbs and animal bones. William was staring quite amused at me. Okay if he wants to play lets play.

"What have you done with Tara?" I asked trying to remain calm.

His smile faltered a bit but he recovered. "That wasn't the question I figured you'd ask. But to answer that one, I haven't done anything to her. She is no threat to me, I assume she woke up the next morning realized you where gone, figured you'd gotten over her and left to go rule that worthless pack of hers. You've been out for two days my dearest, I have a feeling you won't be seeing her again."

"Why me? Was all that we had together been a lie?" I asked my voice trembling. I wouldn't cry, I had to stay strong. I was going to get out of this, for Tara, she had to still know I love her and somewhere in my heart I knew she would be there to guide me.

William's face turned grave. "You mean all the trouble I've had to go though to keep you intact? Your constant whining, always disappearing. The way you cause rifts within the coven. I needed you to remain a virgin so that the Dark God would use you as his vessel then transfer his filtered power into me. Why do you think I've never pressed you to find a mate? All my years of planning would have gone to waste. I've even had to hide one of my best vampire servants for years. Not anymore though, perhaps you'd like to meet him? I know it's been awhile." He snapped his fingers and a hooded person walked slowly towards us.

"Go ahead man, let her see your face." William taunted.

The man moved his hand up slowly and tugged at his black cloak.

"No! No!." I shouted covering my eye trying to get his face out of my head.

"Have you not missed me my green Willow?" My father's voice quivered.

I felt sick, to the point of throwing up. I swallowed down my anguish and stood up straight. I could not appear weak.

"Willow."

"Huh?" I said startled looking at my father then William. Neither of them spoke but looked at me oddly. Damnit I have too many voices in my head.

"Willow it's me."

"Tara!" I shouted looking up.

"I'm not far away, stay strong baby, for me."

"She's gone mad." My father's irish tongue spat.

"Must be time to begin then." William announced cheerfully. He nodded in my direction and a cloud of black swarmed me and escorted me to the place of death. As I stared up into the face of the God before me, I knew I was going to die, but I wasn't going down without a fight.

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The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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As soon as they sat me in the circle the magic became stronger tenfold. I was now sitting at the Gods' feet gazing up at its imposing presence. It was like being trapped in a building while there's a fire. I coughed and attempted to wipe the feeling off of me.

I tried desperately to reconnect with Tara through my mind like she had earlier. But the more I concentrated the more my communicator seemed broken.

The others gathered around the outside of the circle and began to chant softly, swaying back and forth like they were all high. Their humming became louder and louder and I began to feel unmanageable drowsiness.

William stepped into the pentagram with me, I could taste his power, his being and it made my mouth dry. He came close enough to touch me but didn't. Then hands raised to the heavens he looked right into Charlakon's hellish eyes.

"Et emus tatal mae tatiutam Charlakon. I call you forth my mighty lord to take the body of the innocent, of the purest form and let it be used to cleanse your evil. Then Master, use me to fulfill your darkest desires."

The stone began to crumble, bit by bit. A massive roar cried out from the monsters peeling snout. I stood up the best I could and tried to run, but my body collided with an invisible force knocking me on my back. They had closed the circle and there was no way to get out until the ritual ended.

I pulled myself to my feet again and watched William call out the hell beast. It burst from its stone prison and let out a high cry. A sound that made your blood run cold.

The thing stared down at me. His teeth curled into the best smile it could muster and started towards me. I bolted back towards the opposite end but William caught me. The moment our bodies came in contact a jolt of unruly magic shot though us, knocking me to my knees.

I screamed in pain and held my head with my hands. A loud buzzing noise kept me from making any coherent thought, but I was able to make out William's body looming over me.

He kneeled in front of me and put his hands on mine. I screamed from the searing pain that shot though my body. He grasped me harder, his cold nails penetrating into my flesh.

"Take her my mighty God!" William shouted to the beast looming outside to circle.

It was as if some one flipped a switch and the world went away. There was no sound, no thought, it was like slipping into total wipeout mode. I couldn't feel my body, but I could feel something crawling in my brian. It felt like a thousand tiny ants picking different parts of the tissue and running away with it back to their nest.

At first I fought it, trying my best to keep my head above water so to speak. But my hope faded quickly when the beast fully took over my capability to rationalize.

I gave up, let my mind go. He was too strong there was no use in fighting a God. And it was if she heard me, knew my life had gone out. The familiar scent of dried leaves and earth broke though the clouding smog of the dark magic.

Forcing my eyes open I stared out at Charlakon, his massive size, his amazing power. There was no way I could beat him alone, then Tara's sent passed over me again. I tried to find her, to see her beautiful face, but all my senses were giving up.

Something caught my poor sight, a mixture of colors, black, gold, brow, white all rolling into one, colliding with the mighty God. His power wavered on me a bit and I was able to open my vision enough to see William laying on his back heaving his chest up and down.

I crawled over to him and looked down at his pale face. His eyes had turned the color of Charlakon's and his normal size K-9's had tripled in size. The power reeked off of him and made me sway a bit. I slid back and looked about me. The circle was down and there was a bombarding sound of snarls, squeals, roars of pain and the sound of jaws snapping on open air.

What I could muster there was about five or six werewolves throwing themselves at the beast and in turn being tossed like rag dolls. Blood coated their fur and the rock floors and I could guess who's blood it was.

"Willow!"

I turned my head lazily and saw Tara sprinting across the cave towards me. Her legs working with hidden muscles that no human posses. She kneeled down beside me and scooped me up in her arms. She draggedme out of the pentagram and plopped down again just out of reaching distances.

I tried to smile but failed and my voice didn't seem to work. She looked down at me, tears welling in her eyes. Was I dead? All attempts to move my arms where shattered when the loud buzzing returned and ripped open my mind again.

"Hold him! I need to get her back!" Tara shouted over her shoulder. There was an answering howl and the uproar of snarls and the bloody rampage took up again.

My body began to convulse with this new rush of power. Tara held my bucking limbs the best she could but the magic rode though me, taking any life that remained hidden.

Opening my eyes again I wasn't in my own body. I was now using the eyes of the God's power itself. Different snouts where bared and claws came from every direction, attacking the body I was in. And if I wasn't mistaken the tiny muddy form of Marcus was snarling and plowing in full force as well. I looked down and realized I was in William's body, he had completed the ritual and I was to witness this first hand.

I was so suddenly ripped back to my own body that I nearly forgot who I was, shocked also to find Tara’s lips pressed firmly on mine. It felt like she was trying to infuse all her love, all her being into to me through our joined mouths.

She allowed the kiss to deepen, slipping her tongue in and trying to encourage mine to wake up and dance with hers. I had enough energy mustered now to accept her offer by lifting up my tongue.

Her body shuddered with relief and desire as she swirled around in my mouth pulling me more into her. I lifted my arms slowly and managed to encircle them around her neck. Her lips trembled into mine and new tears fell upon my face, seeping into my skin. I absorbed all of her and was able to pull her face back away from mine.

I would never get tried of the smile that met my fluttering eyes.

"Willow!" She cried hugging me closer to her.

"Tara." I managed. "I got so lost."

"I found you!" She answered planting many soft kisses on my lips. "I will always find you." I smiled and she let me breathe a little.

"Quick, get up!" She said hastily, pulling me to my feet. I staggered and tried to focus my eyes on what was happening before me.

William had a large, brown werewolf held up against the wall and he was squeezing the life out of him with little effort. Looking closer, the soft bark color of its fur and dark eyes, it was none other than Poslac.

"We have to help him." I said weakly, hanging on Tara for support. The others came to their member's aid, attacking at the offender but the wounds would close shut just as quickly as they came.

Tara looked from me to William and back at me again.

"What?" I asked.

"Can you stand on your own?" She said moving away slightly.

"Maybe... why? What are you going to do?" I asked carefully.

She looked me directly in the eyes and moved in and kissed me. "I do love you, so very much." She took off at a dead run towards the commotion. Her hands turning to razor claws ripped off her clothes and skin, the bones breaking into place until all that was seen was my golden wolf protecting her pack members.

Her mighty body raised up and took the blow intended for Poslac. She yipped but threw her body into the hybrid William, rolling with him. The others threw their mangled bodies on top as well.

There had to be something I could do. There was a high scream and I saw my beloved staggering back, the blood spilling from an open wound at her belly. The others continued to fight, but Tara slipped and withered to the floor changing back to human form.

"Tara!" I shouted, stumbling towards her. She turned her head to me and smiled faintly.

"Tara, we have to stop this!' I sobbed as I looked over her wounds.

"I'll live." She said dryly.

"I can't stop him, I don't know how." I cried watching the white wolf fly though the air.

"My wolves are almost finished." Tara hissed painfully.

Before I could answer her a clawed hand gripped around the back of my head and pulled me up. William turned me to face him, all the while throwing another wolf across the cave.

"You are done my little firefly." He growled, or at least it sounded like that. His voice was lower and sounded to be mixed with another.

He raised one hand and pointed it to my heart. I closed my eyes and held my breath waiting for my death blow.

"Willow look inside yourself!" Tara shouted. She sprung forward and wrapped her body around my legs, pressing her body against mine. Her magic surfaced and searched to find mine. Our souls connected as one, her animalistic nature and my undead linkage, both of them playing on the essential roles of life.

William dropped me instantly and held his claw as if I burned him. Both Tara and I stood up simultaneously and walked slowly towards the retreating carrier.

"G-get away from me!" He stuttered backing into a rock wall.

Tara and I looked at each other and I nodded. We clasped hands and shouted, "Trapa!" William's body instantly split in two his blood spraying the walls and us as well.

A thick black cloud rolled up from the meshed remains, two red balls appearing as the God's eyes. Tara gripped my hand harder and we focused our power at the mist, sending a wisp of white though it like an arrow.

There was one final cry and the cloud was gone, leaving Tara and I panting. I reached out for Tara before I lost my balance, she caught me luckily, and held me against her.

Her bleeding had stopped and from what I could tell she had already begun to heal.

My head reeled but I was able to see scattered bodies of once known coven members. Their black cloaks shredded to the wind and all but a few where still moving. Janielle was being supported by Raoul and a limping Faith. Their faces all had slash marks and dirt smudged in the painful wounds.

"What happened?" I asked trying to focus on Tara's face.

"I will tell you all of it once we get out of here and back home." She answered kindly.

I don't remember what happened next, for I had already passed out from the draining process that the God had inflicted on me. The world was gone to me in that moment and all my body wanted to do was regain some needed strength.

[Amanda]

Evil William. Poor Willow.

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The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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"Hey wake up."

"Mmm?" I said groggily turning my head only to be face to face with a pair of dark black eyes.

My body jerked from the initial shock of seeing some woman I didn't know starting me in the face. I turned half way from the gaze to the face the other side and saw the nude back of Tara, half of her body under the covers. Thankfully I wasn't totally venerable, I had one of my large T-shirts on.

I tried to move my feet but dead weight kept them in place. I looked down towards the end of the giant bed and saw a naked Poslac nestled at my calves. My mind couldn't form the words to ask as I turned back to the girl noticing now that she was also totally exposed.

Trying to remember how I had gotten there and if I was part of some outrageous orgy I had no clue about, didn't seem to help. My brain had stopped working as I gazed at the oblivious woman before me.

"I'm Samantha." She said standing up so my face was now eye level with her crotch. I blushed and turned back to face Tara who was still sound asleep.

"She told me to tell you that if you woke up don't go anywhere and to
have one of us get you anything that you need."

"Okay." I mumbled snuggling closer to Tara, my legs brushing up against
her backside.

Looking on her smooth flesh my stomach groaned and my mind ached. I was so weak and so hungry.

"Do you need blood?" Samantha asked.

I rolled over to see her again, she was well fit and was a natural brunette. I scaled up her body to her muscular neck. Dear Gods I was so hungry. Her pulse jumped as she looked down at me, but I didn't care I was focused on the throbbing vein.

Involuntarily I inched towards her. She bent down and gave me full view of her dark skin. My fangs came to life and my body dulling over with the infesting hunger.

A hand grasped my arm forcefully and yanked me back down to the bed. I tried to turn my head but the naked body of Tara was already arched over me in a protective stance. Her arms locked on the bed, staring the dark wolf down.

I shuddered when her nipple came inches from my mouth but she didn't seem to notice. There was a deep rumbling growl erupting from my beauty's throat and her fingers dug in the soft sheets.

Samantha grew smaller but kept her eyes locked with Tara.

"Go to the refrigerator and get the pint of blood in there. Now." Tara instructed.

By this point Poslac had woken and was watching with mild contempt. Samantha got up and nodded her head, she made her way quickly out of the room.

Tara looked down at me, I expected it to be an angry look but she gazed upon me with kindness. "Hey beautiful."

"Hey." I answered.

"You know if you where that hungry you could have woken me." She said with a half smile.

"Well that's no fun, how am I suppose to make you jealous that way?"

"Oh you little vixen!" She giggled bending down to take my lips in hers. I suddenly remembered there was a naked man still on my bed and I pulled away from her.

She raised an eyebrow clearly confused, and I nodded my head towards Poslac.

"What? Oh-oh sorry. Poslac, shorts get some okay?" He nodded and moved off the bed. He stepped over another woman laying on the floor curled in the fetal position. She had bleach blonde hair and was quite tiny.
She stirred and lifted her head, she had sky blue eyes, nearly as white as her hair.

"Sunny, could you put something on?' Tara asked.

"Yes mum." She answered in a tiny voice.

"Better?" Tara said turning to me.

"Uh yeah." I said not sure how to feel.

"We heal better as a group not separately." She answered my unspoken question.

Samantha pranced back into the room, she had found a regular T-shirt and a pair of boxers. She smiled sweetly at me as she set the cup down next to the bed. Tara watched her like a hawk until she went to stand with Poslac by the wall.

I reached over and took the cup in my hands. She even warmed the blood for me. I looked down at the swirling crimson and hesitated before putting it to my mouth.

"It's okay. There's no toxins I could smell it if there were." Tara said reassuring.

Trusting her implicitly I gulped down the first cup in no time flat. The others around me watched hungrily, even Tara couldn't tear her eyes away. I set the cup down on the stand and turned back to my love. She leaned forward and slipped her tongue over my lips, cleaning up what I had missed. We both where greeted by the familiar shiver of our magic colliding and rolling though each other.

Pulling away from our new bonding I looked at her as she did me. A mutual understanding had be replaced inside of me. I knew who I was and why I was here. I was here for Tara and our love as they say, could move mountains

Then like a flash flood all the memories of the previous night came back to me. Each one starting with my horrifying dream to the point of slumping in Tara's graceful arms. I heaved like a fish out of water and clenched on to Tara's smooth body.

"Willow honey are you okay?" Tara asked hugging me closer.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah I'm fine, just catching up on what happened."

"Oh." Tara said darkly. "There is something I want to tell you."

Great. I'm going to die or someone I care about is dead like William. Then it hit me. William is dead, Tara and I killed him.

Tara turned from my distressed face to her pack members. She nodded her head towards the door and each one crept out quietly.

As soon as the door clicked shut I broke into tears. "Tara we killed him! I killed him!

"I know baby I know, shh, it's okay. He was trying to do something terrible and we did the only thing we could do."

"I could have helped him or something!" I replied shrilly. "He didn't have to die by my hands."

"He wasn't the man you thought he was darling. William only took care of you so he could use you for his own benefit. That's wrong Willow, you, nobody deserves to be treated like that." She answered calmly.

I was about to say something to defend my dear William but I stopped. Tara was right he didn't really care about me, not in the least.

"You're right." I said quietly. "You're the only one that truly cares about me."

"That's not entirely true either." Tara said

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Come in." Tara said over my shoulder pulling the covers up over her chest.

I turned around and faced the door. Janielle, Raoul and Faith all walked in, their faces still in the process of healing but they all looked pretty happy to be here.

"What's going on? They where there supporting William." I stated angrily.

Tara smiled at them then turned her shinning eyes towards me. "Not these guys. They took out all the other vampires, allowing my pack to get to William and me to you."

I looked each of them in the face. Janielle standing tall and proud, Raoul with the same dopey smile on his face and lastly Faith staring at me quite smugly.

"So when did you all decide to come to the good side of the force?" I asked acerbically.

"We've known all along what William was up to. See sitting in on the sessions do come in handy, is it Willow?" Janielle asked.

"Yeah well you don't have to rub it in. And yes my real name is Willow." I said looking to Tara who blushed slightly. I looked back at Janielle. "So now who's in charge of the coven?"

"Well since the council cleared out when everything started to go down, it's up to us to decide who gets it. There is only a handful of us left, we may have to leave and join another region. I'm not sure if we can defend our rights here anymore Red." Faith said.

My heart sank, if we had to find another region that meant I would have to leave Tara.

"You do have the pack here to support you now." Tara put in. "We would help hold off any rivals until you get your coven up to speed."

We all looked at each other and pondered the idea. As long as I got to stay with Tara I didn't care what or who ruled our coven.

"Okay it's settled then. We will start the deliberation on who shall be in charge one week from tomorrow. Just until you get back on your feet Will." Faith said.

"Thank you." I said smiling slightly at all of them in turn. They bowed and turned to leave. All of them exited but Raoul he turned at the door. He had not spoken the entire time and I was afraid he was upset with me.

"We have set up a joining ceremony for you and Drappa Tarashitia. It's in two days." He smiled brightly at me and left, shutting the door softly.

Tara and I where left alone on the giant bed. I turned to my Goddess and was glad to be welcomed by her tender gaze. She let the blanket slip giving me full view of her body.

I inhaled and held my breath tracing her features with my eyes. She allowed me to look but not without a little taunting.

"So is this what your face looked like when you came to spy on me at the lake?"

"What!?" I jerked my head up to her eyes. "How did you-?"

"Remember what I told you when we first met? I can feel you anywhere I go." She answered.

I laughed. "I guess I'll just have to learn to be more sneaky."

"Maybe I want to hear you?" She said dropping her voice.

I went tight to her words and looked at her with a hunger that needed to be satisfied soon. My mind had suddenly forgotten all the anguish and despiar I was feeling. I lunged forward and meshed my lips to hers, she complied and pressed back into me.

We began to devour each others lips, sucking and nipping. Her hand slid up under my shirt and she moved it to cup my breast. I let out a delightful squeal and arched my back into her touch.

She pushed her weight into me bringing my back to the bed, she shifted and layed full on top of me. I felt the skin of her sex bush mine as she got situated. We stayed like that panting and staring each other in the eyes. The love flooded off of us and came back to wrap us in the comfort of our hearts.

"I love you." She whispered

"I love you too." I said leaning in for another kiss. She held my lips for a moment but let them go and began to kiss down my jaw line, leaving tiny wet imprints all the way. Her tongue flicked out when she reached my ear, bringing out an involuntary gasp on my part. She sucked my lobe into her mouth, whirling it on her pink flesh.

My lower body lifted off the bed to meet hers, the slight contact making me cry out. She put her hands on my hips pinning me down and I looked at her curiously.

"Just relax, let me do the pleasing." She said softly.

I nodded once and let her continue her journey. She left my ear alone and licked a trial down past my neck to my shirt collar. Her hands came up and tugged my shirt up over my head and tossing it aside.

She looked down at me and smiled then moved back to see all of me. Why she wanted to gaze upon me like that I couldn't figure out, but my clit
was crying out from the new pain of not being touched and I could feel my juices trickling on the bed.

I could tell she had sensed my inner turmoil for she skipped over my breasts and stomach and brought her head inches from my apex. I heard a low, rumbling growl growing at the base of her stomach. She looked up at me and I drew back in surprise. Her eyes where swimming with the gold and blue. Her eyes went back to my sex and I trembled from excitement.

"Mine." I heard her whisper as she nuzzled into my clit, the ball of her nose coming into contact with my swollen nub. I did my best to keep the quirk that wanted to jut my sex into her warm mouth.

"Yours." I said quietly. Her head jerked up and looked at me, her eyes returning to normal. She smiled at me, the sheepish kind of smile that you get if you're caught doing something naughty.

She dipped her head back down, extending her tongue to my folds. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my entire like. The coolness of her, the way it lapped up my slit to my clit. I was in pure bliss, allowing such a work of art to have me, take me into her mouth.

My legs shivered as I brought them up around her shoulders, and my hands wrapped in her hair forcing her lips firmer on me.

Her lips closed over my clit and she sucked all of it in. I moaned and pushed my body off the bed with my arms, driving more into her.

"Oh Tara!" I cried out when her tongue snaked out and touched my clit with her still sucking at me. I was close, the building sensation becoming greater and greater.

Then I hit it when she slipped one finger into my soaked opening. I arched off the bed while she began to rapidly pump in and out of me. My orgasm exploded over her finger and down on to her chin. She lifted her head up and looked at me, my juices dripping from her face down to the sheets.

She came up to me and bent down for a kiss. I extended my own tongue and licked her clean of my mess. She groaned and allowed me to complete my task all the while her hips moved against my abdomen.

My arms wrapped around my beauty's back and I pulled her down on to me more, allowing her clit to slide on my skin more easily.

"Willow, I'm going to come!" She whined into my face.

"Good." I said nipping at her lips and lifting us off the bed allowing her to get the full effect of my body.

All of her movements stopped and she looked down at me, her eyes as big as saucers she was holding her breath and I was feeling the warmth of her release gushing on my ab muscles.

She came down off her high and kissed me again. "Clean it up." I growled.

I felt her shudder and she moved down, her hair tickling me all the while and lapped up the wetness.

I pulled her back up to me and she rested her head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers though her hair. "Two more days and I'll be able to give you the fulfillment you need." I was still really scared about taking that final step. To enter Tara, to feel my tongue inside her core. Would I do it right? Would I be good enough for her? Our true first time had to be perfect, and I was going to make sure and do just that.

She moved her head to look at me. "Willow, being with you is enough for me. And don't worry, when the time comes you'll know what to do."

I smiled and kissed her lightly. "We should get some rest. We have a rough week ahead of us."

"I agree." She answered and rolled off me, then pulled me into her warm embrace.

"Sleep, my little willow tree." Tara whispered.

I sighed and closed my eyelids, and for the first time in my vampire life I felt safe. And my safety was in the comfort of a werewolf's paws.

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The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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A small movement on the large bed stirred my awakening. I opened my eyes and saw Tara propped on one elbow gazing at me lovingly.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked sleepily

"Watching a Goddess sleep." She said quietly.

"Well this Goddess is going to be completely yours by tomorrow night." I said yawning.

"I know." She smiled leaning in to kiss me.

"Mmm, what time is it?" I said looking around the giant king sized bed.

"Almost sunset." Tara answered dully.

"What's wrong?" I asked worried.

She avoided my eyes and reached out to play with my fingers. "There's something you should know."

"Okay." I said, Tara was scaring me, I hope she wasn't going to leave me. Had I done anything since last night. Sure I didn't touch her intimately, I wasn't quite ready for that but did that mean she would leave me for it? No, Tara's not like that. Just shut up Willow and let the girl speak!

"We h-have your father, chained in the basement. We weren't quite sure what to do with him. Faith wanted to kill him, but I told her it was up to you what they should do with him. He is not a nice man, I don't know your guy's history but by the way he went on about you and your mother I didn't think that it was wise to take any rash actions."

I had completely forgot about my father still being alive. I've gone so long thinking William had killed him for me, like he said he did. William had even helped me bury my mother, that was all a lie, everything was a lie.

"I-I don't know what to do?" I said shaking. Tara leaned in and took me in her arms.

"You don't have to do anything about it now. He's not going anywhere any time soon. Just, lets get through the ceremony and we'll make the decision together. What happened between you guys?"

I looked up into her eyes and swallowed back my tears. Tara was going to be my mate from now until forever, there was going to be no secrets between us. Carefully and accurately I retold my past to Tara. From my mother's murder to my killing days with William.

I explained how I gave up killing humans when it didn't thrill me anymore. Taking life wasn't who I was even though William had instructed that is the way we survive.

Tara listened patiently not speaking until I was finished. I waited for her to reject me, to say I had too much baggage and run the other away but quiet she stayed and by my side.

I cringed and began to pull away but Tara grabbed me and kissed me gently. "I love you, Willow. Don't be afraid to tell me things, ever okay?"

Quickly I brushed a tear that was rolling down my face. "Okay."

The door burst open and the little blonde woman, Sunny, came panting towards us. "Mistress! Marcus is dyeing, come quick!"

Tara sprung up and I jumped with her. "What's happened to Marcus?" I asked confused.

"Sunny go down to him I'll be right there." Tara said. Sunny left then my love turned back to me. "Marcus is the one that alerted me about your disappearance. He fought with my wolves to protect you. Without his help we never would have got there in time. I owe him a great deal."

Never had I known before that Marcus was such a smart animal. I always figured he was just a regular house dog, guess I was wrong.

"What can we do for him?" I asked my heart swelling with grief.

"There isn't much we can do. He got beat up pretty bad, a punctured lung, his back legs are broke and he lost one eye. I'm surprised he's lived this long." Tara said sadly.

I made my way quickly out of the room and started at a dead run down the stairs, leaving Tara behind. Reaching the bottom I looked around the large living space but saw no one. Off at the other end of the hall there was faint voices and I heard a small whimper.

Down the hall I went throwing the door on the left open. There was Marcus laying on his own cot on the floor, dried blood clung to the sheet on the carpet. Faith was sitting in the corner on one of the dinning room chairs and Samantha along with Sunny were bent over the mutt keeping his gorged eye clean of infection. Standing next to Faith was another blonde woman I didn't know, one good sniff indicated she was human but I didn't care.

"Oh Marcus." I whispered, swallowing down my despair. He lifted his head slightly and his tail managed a few good thumps but he failed any more attempts to communicate with me for his heart had finally gave way and now he lay motionless.

Tara came up behind me and hugged me around the waist. "He loved you Willow, he always looked after you."

I turned to face her, wrapping my body around hers. The tears came without being asked and I balled into Tara's shoulder until she picked me up and carried me back upstairs.

She lay me on the bed with such ease and I settled in. I hadn't been anywhere but this room in the last few days. I was too weak to do much of anything so I just stayed put. Every now and then Tara wouldn't be by my side and I would become restless but she would return within seconds of my dismay.

"Will you be fine for a little while? I have to do some things with my wolves." Tara asked looking at me intently.

"Yeah, I'm okay, can you send Raoul in when you go. I need to speak to him about something." I replied sniffing.

"Of course." Tara nodded and headed towards the door. She paused and turned her head to look at me. "As a pack we don't see death as something horrible, we see it as a new rebirth of something much more greater. Marcus will not be forgotten among us."

I choked back more tears and blew her a trembling kiss. She held her hand up to catch it and walked out.

Sighing I tried to compose myself. Raoul rounded the door and came cheerfully in, clapping his hands together."What's going on? Oh." He stopped when he saw my puffy face. "You okay?"

"Why does everyone always ask that when you're not?" I said laughing slightly.

Raoul shrugged. "Just habit I guess. So what did you want to see me about?"

"I need you to get something for me before the ceremony tomorrow." I said giving him my best mischievous smile.

"I am your humble servant." He bowed mockingly.

"Good. This is what I want you to do."

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The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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The large banquet hall was quite full, considering majority of the coven had been either slaughtered by William or by Faith, Raoul, and Janielle. Many of Tara's pack had to stand against the wall in order to accommodate others.

All the vampires where dressed in the usual black leather and it was clash to all the shapeshifters around. They were all in comfortable jeans and t-shirts, perhaps just in case they had to change quickly for a fight they wouldn't ruin their good clothes.

I pulled my head back in from my peak and poked it back out again to search frantically for Raoul. He should have been here by now. If he messes this up I'm going to kill him.

"Willow are you ready?" A voice called from behind me.

I turned to face Fusion, our Master of Ceremonies. He was tall, dark and handsome in the old fashion sense. He had brown, wavy hair that would never lay down and dark chocolate eyes. Best of all he was human We only allow humans around for certain situations, such as this one. He got to live and we had legal, binding occasions.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." I said exhaling.

"Good, because we are going to begin." He held out his arm and I interloped mine around his. He escorted me in complete silence out from the waiting room down the isle.

Tara stood by at the end, in all black as well, smiling brightly at me. She looked radiant with her hair all done up and her makeup applied with elegant taste. The long walk finally ended and Fusion winked at me then took his place in-between of us.

"Take her hand in yours." Fusion said to me. I blushed slightly and reached out towards my blonde lover. She slipped her fingers into mine and it was like we where touching for the first time again. How graceful
she stood before me, and how her breathing passed her lips so quietly. The way the corners of her lips quirked when she smiled, everything that was Tara was what I loved most.

I had seen a joining ceremony so many times that I had all the old sayings memorized, but actually standing up in front of everyone and saying the commitment vows myself, took away all known territory.

"Do you Willow Rosenberg, know the terms of commitment and are willing to abide by them. Never to waver your devotion and your understanding of the potential mate presented to you?"

"I know them." I answered, compressing a smile.

"Drappa Tarashitia, have you any objections or formalities at this time that need brought to the coven's or wolf packs attention?" He asked Tara.

"Only that I want Willow and everyone present to know I will l-love her with all of my heart from now until forever. " Tara said blushing and ducking her head behind her hair.

I held back the tears and mouthed 'I love you.' She nodded and looked back at our hands.

"Well will now hold the exchange." Fusion held up his hands and stepped back. This was when the mates would give the other a gift that was of some meaningful value. It didn't have to be big, or expensive, it just had to be something that would hold significance in the future.

Tara let go of my hands and hid her growing smile. She turned out towards the rows of others watching. "Could my pack members please stand."

One by one all of the werewolves stood, rigid at an attention and allowing all of us to get a good look at them. Tara smiled and dipped her head back and let out a long, harmony graced howl. The others took up the note and stopped when Tara did.

"My present to my mate is the gift of the hunt. On the next full moon she will accompany me and my own on the monthly kill. She will then be allowed to stalk, trap and kill the prize. It is considered a great honor among us and it will incite her into our pack. I will be there and together we shall share the bounty." An uproar of shouts and clapping broke out among the shapeshifters, the vampires looked around nervously for a moment then took up to celebrating as well.

Tara beamed at me and I could do nothing but return her happiness. I had never been on a hunt before and from the sounds this was not something to be taken lightly. I felt something stir in my body, the feeling of restlessness. I wanted to hunt now, to connect with the balance of mother nature this very moment. Then I realized that must be how Tara is feeling. I looked at her with new awe, I could feel what she was feeling and it was wonderful.

The cheers finally came to a halt and everyone sat down. It was now my turn but I had nothing to present. "My gift isn't-"

"Here!" Raoul shouted, rushing though the open doors. He held something bundled in his coat as he quickly made his way up to us. His face was flustered but he pulled back his jacket to Tara and reviled a small, brown wolf cub.

My body sagged with relief as he lifted the pup out and held him towards me. I scooped the tiny form in my arms and Raoul turned and raced to his seat next to Janielle.

"This is my gift to my mate." I said lifting up the cub to place it in Tara's arms. She hesitated, looking at the babe with such tenderness, then she let the animal fall gently into her grasp.

"Oh Willow he's precious." Tara breathed. The small cub tried to hide his tiny muzzle into her chest and there was a soft chuckle among the audience.

"He's ours now and we will raise him as if he where our own flesh and blood." I said stepping towards the two and hugging them both to my chest.

"It is the power bestowed upon me to announce this joining ceremony complete. Please welcome your new mates and let them live happily among you." Fusion shouted.

Everyone stood up and cheered loudly. Tara and I where oblivious to all the commotion. She looked at me as I did her, the world was gone and all we had was each other. Without even thinking we stepped into each other and kissed gently, squishing the pup between us. Only when he wiggled and whined a bit did we finally part.

We walked out of the celebration hand and hand and were greeted by slaps on the back and rough handshakes from members of both sides.

Raoul came leaping up to me and shook my hand vigorously. "She's one hot girl, I hope she shows you how she works that beautiful body of hers."

He's lucky I was drug out of the room, or else I'd be pounding him in the ground about now. He smiled and waved at me, putting one arm around Janielle's shoulders. What a bastard, but I couldn't help but hope he was right.

Tara was careful not to let our new friend get hit or ruffled and finally we both said our good nights and headed up the stairs back to our main room.

Shutting the door behind me I let out an exasperated breath. "I think they are more excited than we were."

"Oh don't be too sure about that." Tara answered setting our wolf cub down on the floor. His little body immediately went exploring, bumping into things, until he bumped his nose too hard on the bed post and let out a high, tiny wail. Tara patted him on the head and he relaxed enough to go off again.

I swelled with pride as I watched the little guy run around the room. Tara and I both sat on the bed just watching our cheap entertainment until I felt her hand grasp mine.

"I want you to know that whatever happens tonight, I meant what I said, I do truly love you."

"What do you mean? I'm so ready to make love to you." I answered trying to remain calm. I really was ready to do this, to show Tara how she made me feel all over, from my head to my heart and then some.

"It's not just that, you've never made love to anyone let alone a werewolf. We kind of work differently. Lovemaking can turn very savage, but still quite pleasurable."

I shivered. "Are you tempting me with a good time?"

She laughed. "Guess I have nothing to worry about?"

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Just worry what I might do to that sexy body of yours instead."

Her body stopped all motion, no breathing, no thinking, she just waited for me to make the first move. This night was about taking that final step, me losing my virginity and giving myself over to one person. Right now was that moment and I was more than ready.

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[jkmack77]

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

[hr]

Each candle was placed with such artistic planning that I was very proud of myself. If that was the only achievement I made tonight I'd be quite worried.

I stripped my clothes off and pulled down the covers enough to get in and settled. There was the sound of my lover's voice chiming in the bathroom and the playful sounds of our cub.

Being nervous was not an option, this was a natural thing, somewhere in my decaying mind had to remain a thread of natural instinct.

I heard a deep chuckle and the yaps of the pup. She was testing me, seeing how long I could last before I went crazy. Right now, it wasn't taking very long.

"Tara are you almost done?" I shouted nervously.

She laughed again. "I'm coming my darling." The door opened and there my beauty stood, holding our brown fuzz and he was the only thing covering her top half. She was naked before me, tiny droplets of water hitting the carpet floor. The soft wisp of her breathing, the tiny growl, her all together was sending a million volts of sexual electricity to my center.

"I've named our pup, he told me what he would like it to be." Tara said, pretending not to notice my growing arousal.

"Uh-huh." I said in a daze as she set him down and he bounded back into the bathroom returning with a roll of toilet paper. I didn't care. He could chew up my leather coat for as concerned as I was about anything.

"Yaku." She said and he instantly snapped his head towards Tara, wagging his tail.

"It's so beautiful." I said dreamily watching her walk towards the light switch.

"Are we still talking about Yaku?" Tara asked flicking off the lights and making her way slowly towards me.

"You betcha." I answered shaking my head up and down.

With all my might I fought to keep my hands to myself as she climbed into bed. The size of the mattress made it so she had to crawl to get to where I was. The hidden muscles in her legs flexed and moved according to her will all the while enticing promised rewards in my head.

The candles hit her face and cast the most wondrous shadow across her features. I swallowed back my tears, the most beautiful woman in the world was waiting for me to make love to her, was my mate, my best friend and above all my everything.

"Tara I love you." I said.

"I love you more, you know." Tara smiled.

Now was the time and I was all pumped up. I leaned in and took her lips into mine and began to slowly kiss and suck. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders pulling me more into her. I could already feel the heat rising in her arousal state and knowing that I could emit such a reaction in her made my soul soar.

She leaned back on the bed, her head hitting one of the many pillows lightly. I smiled and watched her get comfortable and I leaned down to return to those luscious lips.

My hand slid up her leg to her hip bone, I grasped it pulling her roughly down farther.

"Oh yes baby." She sighed.

I smiled and moved myself over top of her. Just like before when I fed off her and I carefully placed my body on top of hers. She watched me, her eyes growing wider with each little movement. Remembering how she said she never had real, tender, lovemaking, I was going to do everything I could to make this one and the many more to come the most rewarding experience.

My right thigh shifted in-between hers and slid on her swollen sex. She moaned quietly as I lowered all of me down on her, and was now inches from her face. Watching her intently I drug my hands down her body only to bring them back up again, scratching lightly.

Her body rose up to my touch, and I began to dig deeper, now leaving long red streaking up her tender thighs and stomach.

"Willow, no, no more, please feel me, inside." She choked out.

I looked down at our slick bodies beading with sweat and knew I wanted so much to feel her.

Stopping all movements with my hands I lifted myself off of her and got to my knees between her legs. She spread them a little wider to accommodate me and I made it a point to look into her eyes, not my main objective.

"Are you ready for me to make love to you?" I asked, my voice low, almost a whisper.

"I am." She said instantly.

I scanned my eyes down her body stopping at her wonderful breasts. I hadn't touched them all night, but Tara was beyond foreplay so I decided to leave them alone for now, how difficult as it was.

Finally my eyes met with her golden curls and I nearly lost it when her rosy bud was easily seen, swollen and ready to be adored. My first instinct was to bend down and lick up the moisture that was trickling on the bed, but I kept my composure. Tara was right; I would know what I was doing once I tried it.

Tentatively I moved my hand from her thigh to rest next to her apex. Both of our pulses jumped and her heart raced a mile a minute. I hadn't even touched her sexually yet and we were both ready to explode.

My right palm grazed her soft hairs and I closed my eyes swallowing hard. I could do this; I could make my lover happy.

With all the courage I could find I positioned my palm overtop of her clit. She cried out, her lower body bucking into my hand nearly knocking me off the bed. The slickness of her sex was so apparent that when her hips settled back on the bed there was a slight residue left behind.

I singled out my finger and touched the tip of her nub, applying slight pressure. She slammed her hands into the sheets bundling them up roughly with her nails. I began to rub her gently, making small circular motions in order not to send her over the edge yet. Finding I had new learned skills I carefully moved my other hand down and placed my two fingertips at the base of her opening. I moaned in shock to find how wet I had made her.

Her eyes flew open and she forced herself to remain calm enough to speak. "Do you really wish to tempt a werewolf my sultry vampire?"

The dominance in her voice and the demanding look on her face brought sexual tingles all up and down my cold skin. She was trying to claim charge of me while I pleasured her. Those days where bound to come, but not tonight, at this moment I was in charge; I would be Drappa while I made love to her.

"If tempting you my dear is to tease you until you beg me to fuck you, you bet I'm going to take that challenge." I answered moving my fingers in slightly allowing her to know they hadn't gone anywhere.

"Oh." She cried out and I felt my joy couldn't be escalated. She was so warm, just from having the tips of my fingers in her told me that much.

Slowly inch by inch I forced my fingers inside her. Her body lay rigid with the anticipation that must have been growing since we'd met as I allowed all of me to enter her. I waited, letting not only her adjust but me as well. I was doing it I was touching this goddess in the most intimate way I could ever accomplish.

All else was gone, the moment of pure instinct kicked in and I began to move my fingers slowly in and out, lifting them up to touch the top of her tender walls. Her body responded in kind, rising up to meet my increasing thrusts, her cries becoming more elated.

Before I knew what I was doing, my arm was a blur of speed, bounding in and out of her tight opening. The wet meaty sound played off my ears encouraging me to continue my mission. I bent down and took one long lick up her soaked sex and that was enough to send us both into catastrophic bliss. She jerked back onto the bed, her fingers changing into claws and ripping slits in the padding. I did my best to keep my orgasm to a minimum but that was a lost cause, because looking upon my lover losing total control wasn't helping.

I was flung back onto the bed with the mix of my release and her hips bucking me off. This is when I felt the magic for the first time, rolling and dipping in and out of our bodies.

I lay there my legs laying on top of Tara's experiencing her finishing out the ride. We laid there, panting and in shock both of us at a loss of words.

Finally I regained enough composer to say something and while licking the remaining taste of her off I asked. "Was that okay?"

Without lifting her head she mumbled. "That was the best experience I've ever had."

I laughed and pulled myself up; carefully I crawled out from between the comfort of her legs and flopped down next to her, my head resting on her shoulder. She kissed the top of my head and both of us sighed in contempt.

"What happened to big bad wolf that was suppose to show up tonight?" I asked jokingly.

Tara shifted a bit to look at me. "Have I made love to you tonight yet?"

"No." I said my voice raising a bit.

"Then don't jump to conclusions, my dearest." She answered moving out from under me. A low growl rumbled out of her as she settled on top of me.

"You're a virgin, correct?" She asked boring her eyes into mine. Tara knew very well that I was a virgin, why was she asking me this?

"Yeah." I said, blushing a bit.

"In that case for your first time I will give you a choice." She went on.

"A choice?" I asked a bit too quickly.

She looked at me sternly, the indication for me to shut my mouth. Now it was Tara's turn to have the floor and by all the Gods I wasn't going to stop her.

"Yes, do you wish for it to be standard or do you want to slowly work up to the point of breaking your hymen?" She asked without even the slightest bit of a stutter.

I had never really thought about how I wanted to lose my virginity, perhaps just to get it done and over with would open up more doors in the future. But perhaps easing my way into this was the way to go, pain also sounded really good as well. What was I to do?

"I-I don't know? Could you give me a rundown on both of my options?" I asked trying to keep my curioustly to a minimum.

That half smile was so damn sexy that I nearly said 'do whatever comes to mind.' But I kept that to myself.

"If I were to do this the 'traditional' way would involve a penis or in our case the seven inch cock in the drawer over there." She nodded towards the dresser.

My jaw dropped and even I could imagine how awe stuck my face must have appeared.

"Or," she continued trying to hide her smile. "I could work you in with my fingers for a while until you are ready to take all of me." She touched my face with her hand and caressed it gently.

Both ideas sounded great, but could I have both without being to greedy? Perhaps, starting with the whole finger thing then having her taint my purity with the strap on.

"Both." I said firmly.

"Both?" Tara asked laughing slightly.

"Yeah, I want you to work me in then use the thingy on me." I said trying to sound sure of myself.

"The thingy!" Tara laughed full heartedly.

"What?" I asked blushing.

"Okay." Tara said sitting up and moving to a different position. "But that takes time. You won't be all worked in by tonight."

"Right," I replied becoming increasingly turned on by the fact that Tara was now straddling my thigh.

"So is this okay?" Tara asked moving her hand down my stomach and spreading open my folds.

"Yes." I squeaked nearly jumping out of my skin by the slight pressure.

"Mmm, good." Tara whispered as she savagely plunged two fingers into me. I gasped from the surprise but found that it didn't hurt all that bad. Being as soaked as I was probably helped a great deal.

"You okay?" Tara asked not moving her fingers. I was quick to assure her that I was fine and she allowed me some more time to get use to the sensation.

Without hesitation she began to steadily move in and out of my opening, pushing deeper with each thrust.

She looked down at me her eyes swimming with many different colors and it was if I could feel the magic seeping from her skin to mine. I cried out with delight with each movement of her fingers, the warming sensation of our magic was becoming so unbearable that I too had to dig my nails into the bed covers.

A large snarl broke from her mouth and I jerked my hands away. "Dig them into me." She snapped.

I almost had my orgasm right there but I had to hold out long enough for her to enjoy my first time as well. She moved further up and I inter-wound my legs with hers. We both where ecstatic when the jolt of magic seemed to intensify and I was finally able to bring my hands up to her shoulders and impel them into her delicate skin.

Tara let out a long moan as I dug in deeper and her hand began to quicken, slapping in and out of my raw hole.

"Almost there!" I whined. She never faltered, as her thrust became more urgent, I moved one hand up to her neck and yanked her down to me, I needed to feel everything.

My fangs came out the moment her neck was only inches away. I sunk into her the blood pouring into my mouth and my orgasm exploding throughout my body.

She howled triumphantly into my ear as I continued to suck greedily at her thick life. Finally when I felt I had taken enough I reared back, the sweet crimson still plush on my lips and chin.

I looked at my love, the blood drying on her beautiful neck line, the way she held herself steady enough to look down at me. I felt her pull out of me and she brought her fingers up to her lips. She snaked out her tongue and touched her finger tips.

"You know what would make this even better?" She asked me. Without even waiting for an answer she traced her hand over my gawking mouth,
gathering up as much as she could. Then she brought them back to her lips and sucked them clean.

Exestuation came quickly and we both staggered and Tara flopped next to me.

"That wore me out." I said my mind dizzy from drinking from a Goddess' well.

Tara didn't answer and I lifted my head to look at her. Her chest was rising and falling in time the answer for the question of sleep. I smiled and leaned over to kiss her. This was happiness, somehow I had found it.

I was in for it though. There were so many things that were about to go wrong, that even I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to.

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The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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The next day came all too quick. With a heavy heart I found my way to the basement where my father was said to be kept.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Tara asked from behind me.

I turned and smiled at her. "I need to do this alone. But will you come if I call for you?" I asked.

She cocked an eyebrow at me devilishly. "Is that all that it takes? Because it didn't seem that way last night."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Thanks now I have to go face my dad all horny and stuff." I started towards the door and Tara reached out and grabbed my arm, turning me to face her.

"Good luck." She smiled.

"Thanks." Was all I could say. I turned from her and carefully opened the door, the pitch black engulfing the neighboring walls and me as well. Long before I even hit the solid floor I knew he was only feet away from me.

His breathing was the same wispy air, the smell that wafted from him was that of hunger and annoyance.

The cord of the light bulb touched my forehead and I slowly reached up and clicked it on. There huddled in the black corner was once the man I called my father. Red, tangled hair clung to his head in a mixture of sweat and dirt. Those once graceful, tender hands, the ones that would lift me up to pet our big working horses' nose or brush my hair from my eyes when I had fallen or became frustrated, also the hands that snapped my mother's body like a twig, now worn down to the nub from trying to claw out of his chains. I was only able to see the one hand for the other was tucked safely behind his back. No doubt trying to stop the bleeding of his previous failed attempts.

He stopped cowering and raised his head to look at me. "What brings you here Lassie?"

What could I say? I wasn't sure I was going to kill him, but I wasn't sure if I was going to let him live. Tara informed me that she had a ready team to take care of my problem, but how was I to break free of the conflict inside me?

"I'm just here to see if they had told me correct. A man claming to be my father was locked away in the basement. Confused as I was I told them that my father had died ages ago, when he allied himself with the conniving William the Bloody." I answered stepping closer to him.

"Ah, them as in those scum animals you have running around upstairs." He sneered at me.

"You'll hold your tongue old man!" I snapped. "Those animals have given this coven more support in the last few days than any would have expected."

"That is until they get tired of being told what to do. Just like the family dog turning on the baby and ripping it to shreds, only because it was told ‘no'." He replied putting his other hand behind his back.

"What do you have?" I asked becoming increasingly agitated. There was a quiet sizzling sound and the faint sent of burning flesh.

When I made it close enough to see what he had it was too late. He lunged out in one quick motion and grappled me around the neck, pulling me back to his chest.

"Do you think I'd just die down here? See just like you my daughter I have a destiny as well. But mine is far more rewarding." He reviled his right hand and imbedded in it was a small wooden cross. It was burning his pale skin in but the skin was trying to heal around it. The hand crept towards me and I wiggled in terror.

He pressed the crucifix to my cheek and pushed with as much force as he could find. At first it was as if I was acting in a silent movie. I tried to scream but the pain was so immense that it took my breath away and made impossible for me to do anything. He held it there for what seemed like an eternity the burning setting my mind in a blaze.

The smoke rolled off my once smooth feature and clouded around my father's mechanical laugh. He threw me to the floor and I tried to compose myself but nothing was responding. He whispered something and his chains fell off he then bent down to look at me.

I managed to lift my hand up and touch the side of my face, ash crumbled off and smudged my fingers black. My mind lay in shock as he peered at me.

"I have won today my green Willow. I haven't the strength to kill you now, but I will come back and do so, mark my words." He kissed my forehead then walked to the wall and knocked on it twice. The stones slid away and he stepped though the blackness the stones reforming behind him.

I staggered to my feet all the while holding my chalked face with my hand. I fell at the bottom of the stairs and looked up the long staircase. Tara was up there, I needed Tara she could help me. Not being able to make any other coherent thought I body-crawled up the steps, pausing every so often to try and remember what I was doing.

Finally my head touched the closed door I tried to reach up and grab the knob but my fingers barely touched the smooth surface before slipping away.

"Tara." I whispered my throat raspy with the burnt residue of my body.

The door flung open and my upper body fell forward.

"Willow!" Tara cried and bent down to lift me up, pulling me out onto the carpet. She looked over my face with shock and she sat me up so that I was eye level with her.

"What happened?!" She asked attempting to touch my wound but timidly touched my shoulder instead.

I tried to re-account what had happened in the basement but my mind was rolled in a thick layer of fog, smoldering anything I could come up with.

"Father," I coughed. "Crucifix."

"Oh dear Gods." Tara whispered. She whipped her head around and called out to her team. Poslac was the first to make it to us followed by Samantha. They both looked at me in horror. Samantha dropped to her knees beside us and brushed back the tears welling in her eyes.

Tara looked sternly at her then to Poslac. "Round up a few of the others and kill the vampire in the basement."

I shuddered in Tara's arms. "Gone."

"What? What do you mean, Willow?" Tara asked the other two freezing in their tracks.

With much effort I swallowed down what I had left of saliva and went on. "He went through the-the wall, somehow."

"Poslac go find Faith and her new pet Buffy and get them to go and investigate as well." Tara ordered and they where gone without as much as a backward glance at us.

"We have to get you s-somewhere e-else." Tara stuttered as she lifted my shell shocked body off the rug. She carried me all though the house, up the giant staircase to the confines of our room.

Gently I was laid on the bed and I watched with a torn heart Tara fighting back the tears. My face must really look that bad. Insecurity made me reach up and touch it again, this time less ash fell away but a rough texture was apparent.

"Don't touch it." Tara said grabbing my hand. "We-we can fix it. I know we can." Her sobs did nothing to reassure me and I stood and headed towards the bathroom.

"No, Willow, please." Tara pleaded but I was already staring at the hideous remains of my once creamy skin. The only thing that was recognizable was my eye and the shape of my lips. The whole side of my face was black and peeling, the indent of the cross barely visible though all the charcoal. I put my hand on the sink to steady myself as Yaku came yapping in the room.

He stopped and sat on his haunches looking up at me. His tail slowed then stopped and all I could do not to cry was keep his intent gaze. His little nose came to my calf and he sniffed me, I bent down and picked him up. When he was inches from my face he let out an excited yip and flicked his tongue on my nose.

"At least I know you still like me." I said setting out pup on our sink.

"Willow I still love you."

I jumped and turned to see Tara leaning in the doorway. Her tears had dried and she was looking pleased about something. I hid my face with my hand and backed away as she came towards me. She put her hands on my shoulders and turned me back to face her. I still kept my hand pressed firmly on my cheek and Tara looked at me sadly.

Slowly she reached up and placed her hand on top of mine tugging at it gently. "Willow, I love you no matter what. Somewhere in your heart you must know that."

I heaved a heavy sigh and let my hand drop. I felt Tara draw back a bit but she composed herself and stayed put.

"We have to heal it. I can't guarantee it will all go away but we can make it less p-painful." Tara said reaching out to touch me, but I pulled away, disgusted with the fact that she could even stand to look at me.

"Don't do this Willow, please. I love you it doesn't matter what you look like. Our souls are what make us the people we are not our physical appearance."

I didn't care I hated how I looked now. I hated the fact that Tara was sympathizing the situation, that she was readjusting her views to accommodate me. I would kill him there was no doubt about that. I would hunt that creature to the ends of the earth if it was the last thing I did. I didn't care who went with me or who would say I couldn't do it, I was going to have my revenge for taking this from me, taking the loving gaze from my mate's eyes. Who could love a monster? If killing people weren't enough, I gave that up for the simple fact that it made me psychotic but now that I had Tara and I had a life it would be ripped away from me.

Being so wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't even notice Tara's hands around my waist unbuttoning my pants. Shocked I grabbed her wrists senescing her movements. I had my hands placed on the sink staring into my hellish reflection with Tara's head over my shoulder.

"Let me take you." Tara growled in my ear.

I shook my head tears rolling out of my working eye. "You don't want this. It must kill you to see my face destroyed."

Tara jerked her hands out of mine returning them to my button then she drug down the zipper and ripped my pants clean off my waist. There I stood naked from the waist down, my sudden arousal dripping down my thighs and Tara looking at me as if daring me to protest again.

Yaku came trotting over still on top of the sink and barked at me, wagging his bushy tail.

"Down," Tara said and he instantly jumped down and went out the door. I turned my eyes away from the mirror again and flattened my hands on the cool surface waiting for Tara to take control.

She didn't fail me. Her hands found the bottom of my white T-shirt and pulled at it. She started to pull it up over my head but I hissed in pain as the cotton came in contact with my raw deformity. Without even taking a moment to blink she removed her hands then brought them to my collar. She grasped the material and yanked ripping it down my stomach. Throwing the now useless clothing on the floor she made fast work with my white bra throwing that with the rags now discarded on the tile.

My body shuddered with the chill air and being oddly turned on. Tara was on the verge of giving me the right dose of reality and it was an extreme pleasure. She pressed her form against mine and I felt a hard bulge in her pants.

Her lower body rubbed back and forth on mine and she mumbled into my hair. "Are you ready for me to prove how much I love you?"

Before I could answer one of her hands was wrapped in my short locks and her other was shown unzipping her pants and pulling them down enough for me to catch a glimpse of the simulation cock she spoke of last
night.

I felt the head touch my opening and Tara looked up at me in the mirror with that oh so sexy half smile. I relaxed and Tara took that as her cue to enter me. She only allowed the first few inches to penetrate and I felt the pressure already building, the feeling that you want your ears to pop but can't quite open your jaw wide enough to do so.

With a little add force she was able push as much as she could deep inside of me. I took deep, hollow breaths and tried to remain calm but the look in Tara's eyes where fierce and purely animalistic. She was going to fuck me until her point was made perfectly clear.

I braced myself waiting for my beauty make me a true woman. Then I felt it rip, my hymen, my womanhood, my cherry whatever the hell you wish to call it. The feeling was strange like I had just let something slip through my fingers, trying to catch it but would never get it back. I heard her mutter something and then she threw her head back in a shocked toss.

"Oh yes!" Tara snarled pulling my head back by my hair so I had to move my eyes down to the mirror and watch her work. With what seemed out of hidden instinct Tara's hips began to steadily pivot back and forth into me.

"You are so tight, mmm and warm, oh Willow baby." She moaned and I echoed her now, moving my body in time with hers. She held my head tight allowing only my hands to guide the rocking motion between us. Her other hand was on my hip bone, roughly forcing me back and forth into her
plastic member.

Letting my hair go she gripped my other hip bone and pulled me with much more urgent force, she was getting close and I was soon to follow. Her thrusts soon turned into a violent pounding, completely taking my breath away. I could only take tiny gasps so I wouldn't pass out and I dug my nails hard into the marble of the sink.

"Oh, oh Tara! I'm going to come keep it just like that baby, yes, yes!" I screamed out. I chanced a look up in the mirror and saw my beauty half transformed. Her face with its long muzzle and her giant paws now holding my tiny waist. If I was human I would be broken in half by the strength that was behind her blurred pelvic.

My orgasm broke though its dam and came rushing out in an ocean flood. My muscles clenched around the strap-on and Tara threw back her head and howled still pounding at me. I felt her juices slide down the stiff cock and meet with mine; our magic's coming to life sending us both into another power release. I lost my balance and slipped Tara catching me in time and lowering us both to the floor with her still locked in me.

Tara had returned to normal and I felt her beasts through her shirt on my back my good side smashed on the cool floor. I tried to move but grunted instead, and I heard Tara chuckle.

"Are we stuck together until your erection goes down?" I teased feeling a hundred times better.

"Well as of right now I just can't move so you're gonna have to wait," Tara said nuzzling into my back.

I lifted my head and managed to get one hand out from under us. What made me do it I didn't know but I reached up and touched my face. I let out a shocked wail and tried to get up but Tara still held me down. I touched my increased healed skin, a smaller indent of the cross was felt with my cold fingers, most of the scarring was still felt but at least my whole face wasn't a pile of crumbling ash.

"Maybe you should learn to trust me." Tara said carefully pulling out of me and sitting up. I rolled on my back and my eyes instantly went to Tara's crotch where the cock hung my blood staining it. I couldn't contain the blush that rushed to my cheeks and Tara followed my eyes and looked down.

"Do you want this?" Tara asked nodding towards it. She stood up giving me full view and I got to my knees, inches away from implement.

"Take it in your mouth baby, I can feel it." She whispered as I scooted forward. I gave her a quizzing look.

"How can you feel it?"

"I read a spell once for this kind of thing and I decided to try it. Now don't dawdle, take me in your mouth." Tara replied smiling down at me. I touched the side of my face again utterly pleased with the results.

Staring at the strap-on I had no clue what I suppose to do. If Tara could feel it then I had to make worth her while to use that spell. I licked the tip of the head and Tara let out a sharp hiss. Pleased by this reaction I slipped my mouth over top of the head, excited to find the taste of my juices still on the plastic.

Her head went back and she outstretched her hands and found my head. She wrapped me up in her fingers and pushed me down more. I took as much of her as I could in and sucked slightly.

"Uhh... you sure you've never Oohh, done this before." Tara grunted as I started to bob my head up and down, making sure to use my tongue to get the leftovers off. I smiled still sucking at her and used my hand to grab hold of the shaft sliding up and down. Tara groaned and pushed her hips into my mouth. I could tell she was close as she staggered catching herself by putting her hand on the wall behind us.

"Willow I'm coming oh baby I'm coming!" She shouted pushing my head firmly on the cock. She stopped moving and held her breath, and I could feel her orgasm literally exploding against the bottom of the strap-on.

I pulled her out of my mouth with a pop and leaned back on my feet. "How was that for a first time?"

She gaped at me then un-strapped the harness letting it fall with a soft thump. Holding out her hands she helped me to my feet and turned me around to the mirror. I nearly fainted there was only visible scar on my cheek. A few bumps where the outline of the crucifix was apparent but the rest had been healed.

"You did it, you really did it!" I said amazed.

"Our love did it, not just me." Tara said turning to walk out the door.

"No, Tara please don't go. Can, can you just stay with me? I don't want you to go you're my everything." I asked pleadingly.

"I won't leave you Willow, I love you much more than you give me credit for. Now come on get some um new clothes we have a meeting to hold about the situation with your coven and means of finding your father." Tara said sighing greatly.

"Is everything okay with the coven?" I asked becoming worried.

"There has already been challenges, we must find a leader shortly and start repopulating your numbers." Tara said opening the dresser and tossing me a shirt.

"Then we better get our asses down there." I said rushing around to find some clothes.

"That we better." Tara sighed. "That we better."

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[Boadecia]

I love this fic!!!! I know it isnt finished here, but i just read the last chapter and I'm sad to see it end :( But it was very cool! so thanks!

[jkmack77]

I'm glad you are liking it. It's nice to know so many people have been following the story this long and I'm very thankful. But don't get down too fast the story will soon continue.

[jkmack77]

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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I had never been to the Great Hall as I had already said before I was not very political. Tara had already gone down to the meeting about twenty minutes prior to when I was expected to show up. She had said that it would be best if she went with the wolves and I with some vampires. But it was no vampire that came to my door.

"Hi, I'm Buffy." The perky blonde said sticking out her hand. I put mine in hers and gave my best smile.

"Willow." I replied. "You're human what are you doing here? Not that it matters to me I guess I've seen you with Faith once and all so I figured there was something in that department."

"You talk funny." Buffy giggled and crossed her arms.

"Thanks I'm sure you'll tell me that again before the night is over." I said stepping out the door with her right behind me.

"So you're Faith's um friend?" I asked not wanting to imply she was just a play thing. I hadn't really seen them together so I had no room to judge quite yet.

"Uh-huh. Faithy is really great. She takes me shopping and protects me from other vampires." Buffy said smiling at me. I had to smile too, Faith shopping, Faith being nice to anyone was something to be amused about.

"You're Tara's mate right?" She asked upon coming to the basement door.

I didn't even hear her. I stood frozen as if touching that door again would turn my whole body to dust. Tentatively I stepped back, I didn't want to go down there again, never ever again was more like it.

Buffy opened the white door and instantly my eyes went to the smudge mark near the bottom, the remains of my face when I had crawled up the stairs. I clutched my chest stepping back and huddling against the wall.

"Well come on." Buffy urged taking one step down. I shook my head back and forth frantically all the while trying to climb though the wall.

"What's wrong? You don't look so good. Oh! That man isn't down there he's gone. Faith and I checked it out... alone you know and all we found was that the escape tunnel he used went to the sewers. Well the sewers of New York are endless and Faithy lost his sent after the first turn." Buffy said as assuring as I figured she could get. I didn't give a shit; there was no way in hell I was going down there alone without being drug, fighting tooth and nail.

"Oh you really don't look so good. Wait here I'll go get someone." She said and she was gone into the darkness.

Whatever, she could go get anyone she damn well pleased I wasn't moving from this spot. Man, do I hate it when I say things like that and the one person that you'd move for comes walking though the door. That person just happened to be Tara.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked stepping up to me. Not that I couldn't answer because of my new fear of the basement but how totally sexy Tara looked. She was wearing a look cut, sleeveless black shirt that showed the numerous claw and bite marks from our lovemaking. The ones on her breast and neck most noticeable, that in its entirety shoving my fear down my throat. Along with a pair of cut up jeans with holes in all the right places; thigh, ass, calf it made the whole outfit stunning.

"She's scared to go down in the basement." Buffy chimed in standing in the doorway.

Tara looked at me and smiled then at Buffy. "Sweetie can you go back down with Faith, tell her that we'll be right there and we can start the meeting." Buffy returned the smile and left, and to be honest I think she was skipping down the stairs.

Tara turned and focused her eyes on my face. "Is my cunning, little temptress afraid of the dark now?"

"No." I said trying to hide my smile. When put in that kind of tone it did seem kind of foolish.

"We have to go though the basement to get to the Great Hall. The door isn't very deep into it; you won't even have a chance to look around." Tara said soothingly. "Plus, if you do this for me I'll make it worth your while."

I raised my eyebrows. "What do you mean make it worth my while?"

"Let's just put it this way. You be a good girl and go to the meeting and I'll let you do whatever you want with this body of mine." Tara replied stretching her limbs idly for emphasis. My eyes glazed over getting lost in her cleavage I licked my lips imagining how they would taste in my mouth.

"Here I'll even let you have a sample." She said, moving her hand to the top of her shirt and pulling it down enough for her pink nipple to pop out, stiff and waiting for my tongue.

I groaned and dived in immediately, my mouth finding its destination without any problems. Thank the Gods she wasn't wearing a bra, it made things less complicated.

Tara gasped and arched her breast into my mouth more, allowing her nipple to brush the top of my mouth.

My other hand went to the seam of her pants pushing through the denim on her hidden nub. She cried out and put her hand on top of mine, showing me exactly where everything was. But just as I was getting started, Tara pulled my hand and pushed at my head with her other.

"Hey!" I pouted.

"I said a sample. You'll get your reward soon enough, that is if you do what I ask of you now." Tara said, taking calm, deep breaths. Gods she was hot, I would never get over how marvelous this woman truly was.

"Okay." I said, Tara started walking towards the door and I slowly followed. We both stood at the top and I looked down in terror.

"Can-can I um hold your hand?" I asked in a tiny voice. I hated feeling like this, so weak, so useless. I glanced at Tara and she was looking at me with such tenderness and understanding that it nearly broke my dead heart.

"O-of course y-you can hold my hand." Tara said, trying to hide her tears. I quickly grabbed her hand and squeezed it for reassurance.

The first step was the most difficult, but if I could make it past that, I could do this. With our night vision abilities we both watched the steps come up under our feet, and one by one we took them together.

Our feet touched the ground and my eyes instantly went to the same corner where I was maimed. My hand went to my face and I drug my fingertips across the rough scarring. Tara tugged at my hand, quickly averting my eyes to a door I had never even noticed.

"How is it that you know more about this freaking house than I do?" I asked trying to keep my mind away from the corner. All I had to do was think of my prize or look at my prize was more like it and it helped me stay focused.

"The night you were taken I searched this entire house for you. I found this hall before Marcus informed me of where you had been taken." She said turning the golden handle. The door seemed much larger up close. Many strange markings and shinny imprints decorated the frame.

Tara pressed her palm on the middle of the door and whispered. "Mighty door of the falling sun, open with the command of the Gods."

The door burst open and we stood to the opening of a gold elevator. "There's a damn elevator in this house too!" I said amazed.

"Oh you have no idea." Tara replied stepping in and holding out her hand for me. I took it and hopped in, the doors shutting with a quite whoosh and a cool woman's voice came over the intercom.

"What floor please."

"Great Hall." Tara said and leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms and staring at me.

"What?" I asked as the elevator began to move.

"Come here." She said opening her arms. Without hesitation I walked over and fell into her embrace, hugging her tightly.

"I'm so proud of you." Tara smiled kissing my hair.

"Mmm, Tara-hugs are nice." I said nuzzling up to her.

"How about Tara-kisses, do you favor them as well?" She asked gently pulling my head back and kissing my lips.

I smiled and opened my mouth slightly. "There's no rest for the wicked huh?"

"That didn't take you long to figure that out." Tara replied taking my lips again, this time she passed her tongue over my fangs, licking up the length of them.

My body shuddered and I pulled away from her. "Don't do that." I warned.

"Do what?" Tara asked extending her tongue, sliding it up my neck.

"That." I breathed grabbing her hands and forcing her up against the wall. I pushed my lower body into her and she responded by lifting herself up and wrapping her legs around my waist.

She moaned and began to kiss me frantically, our lips meeting and pulling apart just as quickly. I kept getting tiny tastes of her flesh and it was driving me wild, wild to the point that I was ready to fuck her at this very moment.

I tried to get my hand wedged between our bodies to unzip her pants, but we where so close and being in an elevator didn't help.

"No, no Willow, we haven't enough time." Tara got out. "Mark me again, oh please make me come."

She tossed her head to the side exposing the side of her neck without any of my markings yet. I opened my mouth and allowed my fangs to come out more and just like a snake.

I sunk my teeth in, bringing out sharp cries from my love. She hugged herself closer to me, so her crotch was grinding on my hip bone. I sucked harder at her vein than I ever had in my life, the heat was rising in the small, metal compartment causing Tara her perspiration to increase due to the fact that she was still part human.

Then she was suddenly quiet, so quiet that I ripped my mouth away to look at her. Her face was red and drenched. She put her hand on my head and forced me back to the open wound. I licked at it, tracing the small holes with my bloody mouth. The only thing my love was doing now was taking in harsh gasps and pushing me with such urgency that I could do nothing to prevent it.

It was if someone flicked a switch in both our bodies. The rush of her intoxicating blood, the frantic thrusting of her hips, set our magic free from our locked cages. The invisible force whirled around us, lifting our hair and clothes, making a sort of tiny tornado. Tara came hard and full of love. It seeped though her pants and mended with my coming orgasm. Both of us were calling out the others name and then slumping with total drain out.

We stayed like that locked in each others bodies our juices staining our pants and mingling with each others scents. I rested my head on her shoulder and jumped when the ding of the elevator shrilled in my ear.

The door opened and we were greeted by about one hundred sets of eyes attached to about one hundred people sitting at a long oak table. My mouth dropped and I slowly un-wrapped Tara's legs and stepped away from her. I tried to smooth out my clothes, pulling my shirt out from being cramped under my bra and using my palms to push out the wrinkles.

Tara winked at me and stepped out on the stone floor as if she where walking in the park on a sunny day. She didn't even wipe the drying blood off her bruised neck. I hastily pulled my coat together, buttoning it fast so no one could see the mess on my pants.

Being called the Great Hall was an understatement. The ceiling, was about twenty or thirty feet above our heads. Gold chandeliers hung with their bright gold chains that sparkled with the light. Each chair had gold markings along the arms and back the oak table itself must have taken a thousand trees to craft its beauty in entirety.

My mind came back when all the werewolves stood as Tara walked towards her seat which was at the front of the table where Faith, Janielle and Raoul where perched. The other half the table remained seated watching my blonde Goddess strut. A few would reach out and touch Tara's hand or lick her palm, Tara would smile or nod at them warmly and continue on her way. I wonder what goes on during the daylight hours that I am unaware of. Tara must really be doing something right to get some much adoration so quickly from the pack.

"Drappa Tarashitia would you please join us," Faith said standing and all of the other vampires following suite. I stayed huddled by the elevator not sure what I was suppose to do. Being drunk off of Tara's sweetness made it difficult for me to see straight and therefore difficult for me to see anyone approach me.

"Willow." Someone whispered in my ear and I nearly hit the roof. I turned and was greeted again by the bright smile of Buffy.

"What?" I said a bit angry.

"There's a seat up by Faithy for you." She whispered again, nodding her head towards the mile long table.

"Oh right, I'll just go up there then." I said trying to smile but failed when I looked at the odd stares I was getting. There were a lot of werewolf faces I didn't know and plenty more vampires that I had never seen before at the house. This wasn't looking too grand to me.

What surprised me even more was the werewolves began to rise one by one as I passed them, when I came upon Samantha she reached out and hugged me, crushing her body to mine. I pulled away and gave her my best smile then quickly looked up at Tara. She didn't look angry as much as cautious, but pleased all the same.

Finally I made it to the front of the table and Tara stood gesturing to the seat in-between her and Faith. I slid into it trying to avoid everyone's gaze and I felt Tara's hand rest on my thigh, making tiny circles with her thumb.

Faith stood and pushed back her leather coat to reveal her curved blade named Sliver Fire. "Now that everyone is here, let us began the decree of electing a new Master for the east region. Are their any nominees?"

"I'd like to add something my dark beauty before we began holding the elections." A woman's voice rang though the hall. Everyone turned and stared at the opposite end where a pale woman with long black hair and bulging eyes stood tall.

"Yes, Drusilla, what would you like to add. Make it short, you are only here to observe not disrupt." Faith said with an edge of bitterness.

"Tisk, tisk dear child, mommy only wants to say a few words before my kiddies play." Drusilla said running her hands down her body. Her accent reminded me of William's and I found that a bit unnerving. I swallowed hard and looked up at Faith, who you could tell was losing her temper quickly.

Faith did a small wave of her hand and sat down, Drusilla curving up a delightful smile. "I'm the Master and Maker of the British coven. I've already played my little tune to the dark beauty and her mutt puppies but I will sing a different one for the rest of you. Join my coven, increase my numbers and we will not have to.... dispose of your attempt to survive."

There where quiet murmurs from the vampire side and a few had their heads together deep in conversation.

"I was so upset to find out what had happened to poor old William boy." Drusilla continued. "Spike was a good lad, he did wondrous things with you lot, you should consider yourselves lucky."

"The only thing we consider is that you are a tyrant Drusilla, I've heard of your methods of control and that is not something I want to be apart of." Janielle shouted down the table, everyone shutting up to listen and watch.

"Now don't upset me my pet or I will have to do nasty things to you." She warned.

"You have no power here Drusilla. No negotiations, no threats. The only reason you are here is because we allowed you to sit in on this session." Tara spoke up from beside me.

"Oh, sweet puppy play nice." Drusilla answered making a mock bark come out of her throat. I looked over at Tara and watched the blood drain from her face. Everyone was getting more and more tense as each second passed.

"I will have your tiny coven whether you give it up willingly or not." She said snapping her fingers. All of her vampires stood up which made up more than half of the great table. Most of them had slash marks or black eyes.

I leaned over and whispered in Tara's ear. "Have you guys already fought?" I was clearly confused at seeing so many of them with open sores and banged up limbs.

"Those are not my pack's battle markings. Those are from Drusilla herself, she rules by force and sexual abuse. Everyone obeys her out of fear not out of devotion and that is her true weakness." Tara whispered back.

"What's that lovers, do you have something to add?" Drusilla shouted down the table. All heads turned towards us and I held my breath. The growing anger and terror was bubbling in my gut and I had the feeling I was about to do something rash. This same feeling possessed my hand to move around and grip my dagger, there was no way I was letting anything happen to Tara.

"Get out." Tara commanded standing up, the wolves followed, flexing their muscles along with a low rumble of growls.

"Since when does the dog make up the owner's rules?" Drusilla taunted.

"Since they decided to help us in this; our time of need." I said coming out of my chair to stand beside Tara. Faith and the others took up the challenge and stood as well, we were not going to back down from this. I wasn't about to be part of a coven where I was beaten and raped on occasion. To be honest I wasn't going to be apart of anything that wasn't involved with Tara.

"Before we get all physical, physical let me show you what I have in my little bag, Xander!" Drusilla snapped.

A tall man with black parted hair came out of the shadows and in his hands he held a struggling teenage girl. The name sounded so familiar and when I granted a closer look it was none other than Alexander Harris himself, my old friend. He had joined our coven years before when he had no other place. Ultimately in the end he was traded for another member, I never knew which coven it was until now.

"Let me go! Buffy help me!" The tiny brunette screamed.

"Dawn!" Buffy yelled at the other end of the hall. She raced towards the two of them but Faith got up quickly to meat her before she got there.

"Don't, Buffy he'll kill you." Faith soothed wrapping her arms tightly around the blonde.

"But that's my sister, don't let her do this Faith don't let that bitch have her killed." Buffy pleaded.

"Shh I won't baby I won't." Faith answered and kissed her with such passion that I instantly thought of Tara and looked over at her. Both our mouths dropped as we watched the two in the beautiful embrace. First off Buffy was human and secondly no one had ever seen Faith take such care and try and calm anyone.

"Dawnie, sweetheart it's okay we're right here with you." Tara said pulling her eyes away and walking out from behind the table towards the
pair.

"Tara?" Dawn asked, her eyes widening.

"Yes it's me. Now is anything broken, are you still able to move?" Tara asked still inching forward. The man's eyes watched her carefully, stepping back every so often.

"Willow when I lunge I want you to grab Dawn." Tara projected.

"Okay." I nodded looking at my past friend with uneasiness.

"Okay what?" Xander asked but it was too late, Tara had thrown herself into his face and I rolled underneath her and snatched Dawn's arm pulling her out of the way just in time.

There was a large uproar and I watched Tara's smooth skin burst to its silky, honey fur. Xander had no chance as her claws flew open and slashed at his toned body. He cried out in shock and tried to flee but more wolves came to her aid, tearing and ripping his skin off.

I walked Dawn over to Buffy and Faith and turned again watching with horror as they clawed and locked their mighty jaws into the man's body. It pained me to see such brutality, especially coming from Tara, the kindest person I knew.

"Stop it." I whispered covering my ears, trying to stop the sound of his pleas to reaching me.

"What did you say?" Faith asked from behind me, stepping closer she put her hands on my shoulders.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it," I repeated over and over shaking my head.

"Willow they challenged us there's nothing wrong with this." Janielle said coming up next to me.

"Stop it! T-that's enough!" I yelled towards the ball of blood and bodies. No one stopped but seemed more eager to tear that man into sheet paper. I broke from Faith's grip and raced towards them.

I began to pull at the animals clawing up my old best friend. One of the larger ones turned and slashed at me, luckily I ducked in time but another paw came out and caught me in my shoulder. Wailing in pain I fell backwards and landed on my back, a giant black wolf turned its attention to me and came snarling, its mouth foaming and eyes ablaze.

Tara's wolf form was suddenly on top of me growling and baring her teeth at the offender. I cringed and hid my eyes with my good hand, but I was shaken when a loud howl broke out over top of me. I looked up and saw Tara dipping her snout back and letting out the call again. My eyes went between her paws and saw the others backing away from the shattered body of Xander.

Pieces of flesh hung from his face and ribs, one of his legs was torn open to the point of seeing his bones. I shook with anger and total fear of the creature that was above me. Moving slightly I tried to roll out from under her but her head snapped towards me and let out a warning growl. This wasn't her fault, she had no idea what this man meant to me and in some way Janielle was right; they did challenge us first.

"Tara please, get off me." I said in a low voice. Her ears drooped a bit and she side stepped off me. I put my other hand out and tried to pull myself up. I felt a nudge at my back and turned to see Tara using her head to push me to my feet. Despite myself I smiled at her and patted her head lightly.

Walking away from her I kneeled down in front of the body, not sure if it was dead or alive. Vampires can only take so much, sure we can heal but if inflicted with enough damage there will be permanent results. Tiny scars you may see on some vampires probably started off as gaping holes.

"Xander can you hear me?" I asked looking into what I figured was his face. When he didn't answer I reached out to touch is chest but hesitated, where was I suppose to touch, the bloody rag that lay before me was not something recognizable.

He coughed and I jerked my hand away, the flap of skin that lay over his other eye shifted a bit and I could see that he was looking at me.

"F-Flame?" He asked trying to sit up.

"Shh old friend, it's me now just relax, I'm going to get you out of this." I said kindly, gently pushing on his shoulder for him to lie down.

With little effort he rested his battered body back down and I felt a hand grasp me and whip me around. I was now staring at the pissed off face of Drusilla.

Tara instantly bounded towards my side and snarled Drusilla back but she only took one or two steps away before the threats came.

"What do I have now spinning in my web? A former lover perhaps and after that display of violence that means a war upon both our houses." Drusilla said swaying back and forth.

"You started this you crazed hag. You come in h-here trying to corrupt our coven then have the nerve to declare a war. Nothing here is yours, now get out but Xander stays." I said squaring my shoulders trying to be more sure of myself.

"Ah, you do not know the rules my pet do you? Trade is required, but this one seems to have no purpose anywhere, he was already traded once for another."

"Get out of here now," rumbled Tara's voice out of the long snout. It was much deeper and a bit haggy but it was Tara's voice alright.

"Maybe you do not know the rules puppy but I've been alive much longer. You will do as I say. You want this one then I require something more suitable." Drusilla replied glancing at me.

"You are out of your mind!" Tara snarled. "You are not taking my love away, you started the confrontation, you took Dawn, you are held accountable. I may not know much about vampire dealings but you are in the wrong and it is you that must give something of value up, not us."

"She is right." Raoul said stepping up from behind Janielle. Everyone turned and looked at him, being such a rare occasion that he spoke he must have something of importance to say.

"I know every clause and rule in the vampire parliament. I use to keep records at every meeting and every event containing vampire relations. Alexander Harris was traded July 17th, 1913 at 3:14 am for the member of the British coven. He was traded for the member Kar who is out of town on coven business so he is not here to confirm this. But if you would like I could go retrieve the document that I myself wrote. Further more in clause 4 section B line 92 clearly states that if a vampire Master challenges a coven without previous notice all vilifications are waved and certain circumstances are obtained by the wronged coven. Is that too complicated for you Mistress Drusilla? Do I need to speak any more plainly for you?" Raoul asked putting his hand on Janielle's shoulder.

Drusilla's face turned grave and she stared dangerously at Raoul then she turned and bared her teeth at me.

I stepped behind Tara's large body to avoid her eyes I was confused on what was going on but I wasn't about to let Drusilla know that.

"Anything else we can get you Dru? Because you've just worn out your welcome, not that you had a welcome, so take a hike." Faith snapped holding Buffy and Dawn in her powerful arms.

"You have out-smarted me this time. I thought this coven to be ignorant, Spikey really did teach you well. But don't be put off I will get you in my grip sooner or later. The wolves will not stay long; trust me they have... other things to do." Drusilla said quickly turning and marching out towards the other end, her coven following behind her like a colony of ants. She knocked twice on the old wall and it opened up like an airport hanger. She turned and opened her mouth.

"Just go!" I yelled holding on to Xander's hand. She looked a bit startled but switched herself with anger. Flipping her skirt she marched into the darkness with her long line of servants on her heels.

I turned back to Xander and smiled at him. "Let's get you up stairs."

He tried to return the smile but most of his cheek muscles had been torn. I tugged at his arm gently to get him to stand but his legs where too destroyed to hold his weight. Tara trotted over behind him and he flinched, letting out a tiny whimper. She crouched down and carefully put her claws under his arms and lifted him up.

I watched with an uneasy eye. Tara was still in wolf form and perhaps the smell of blood would entice her to attack again. But she didn't as she shifted his limp body to lie in the crook of her arms.

Making sure nothing was to happen to Xander I turned from Tara back to the others. "Can you have someone take him up to my room and have his wounds tended until the session is over?"

"Yes. You two, yeah you! Gable and Ryan take his body up to the master bedroom, carefully!" Faith shouted. The two men fumbled around a bit but quickly and carefully managed to get Xander's body into the golden lift.

"Now can we get back to the nominations, please?" Janielle asked looking at Tara. Tara's wolf head nodded up and down and with a painful whine she began to change back into human form. I turned away and looked around me, all the others had returned to their seats. Half of Tara's pack still remained in their battle gear. Somehow I couldn't blame them, what had just happened was enough to keep anybody on the edge.

When there was no more despite cries from behind me I turned back to see Tara breathing heavy and coated with sweat on the floor. She was partially nude but her jeans managed to stay on though all the transforming. I walked over and stuck my hand out, Tara looked at it helplessly.

"It's okay baby I'm still right here." I said wiggling my fingers. She hesitated for a moment longer then slid her fingers into mine. I helped her to her feet and wrapped her in a big hug. Her body shook with silent tears and I turned us away from the waiting eyes so she could get her cry out.

"Willow I am so sorry." Tara whispered.

"No, I'm sorry this should have never happened. Let's get this damn thing over with and get back to our room okay?" I said lifting her face so that I could bend down and kiss it. Her lips quivered with mine and we held the chastise kiss for a few moments before pulling away and walking to our seats.

"Here Blondie take this." Faith said holding out a black coat for Tara.

"Thank you." We both said as Tara slipped herself into it.

"Okay, any nominations?" Janielle yelled out towards our diminished numbers as we sat down. "Yes Zane?"

I totally blocked out everything being said. I didn't care who was picked I was more worried about the disembodied friend up in my room and what my next move would be.

"Why do you feel that she would be a strong candidate?" Janielle continued.

What was I to do? Tara was an incredible killer. She has to always be strong and a leader to her pack and in that case the pack would always come first. The meetings the being used for her brute strength was all in line for the future. Without her help the coven would never survive against any other coven that decides we are easy prey. I couldn't fuck this up for our coven but I couldn't just sit around and watch Tara and her pack become some pawns.

"Willow honey, are you paying attention?" Tara asked leaning over to whisper in my ear.

"Yeah sure," I answered brushing the question off with a shrug. I had to do something to protect my lover. She was everything I wasn't and she is so much stronger than I am that it's crazy. Tara shouldn't have to deal with any of this, none of this drama should be her problem but somehow she was mixed up in this mess just like I was.

"Now we all take a vote. All in favor of Willow Flame Rosenberg becoming Master of the east sector coven please indicate by standing." Raoul said chancing a glance at me.

"What!" I asked shocked, looking at Tara. Her eyes held the fear that I was feeling.

"The votes are unanimous." Raoul said cheerfully writing something down. "Congratulations Willow you are now our new leader, confidante, and Master. We embrace you as our leader and wish you the best of luck."

"Wait, no you guys do not want me as a leader I'd fuck everything up." I said quickly. "I want a revote, everybody sit down." Everyone stopped getting up and sat down immediately.

"There is no use on a revote Red. Everyone spoke up in your favor, apparently your werewolf alliance; healing abilities and you devotion to taking care of the individuals of this household was a large influence in the coven's decision." Faith said.

"But there has to be some mistake. I don't have the knowledge to run this coven." I said frantically to Raoul.

"I will help you." He said calmly

"As will I," Tara said from beside me.

"Count me in Red. I'll do and go anywhere you need me to." Faith said hugging Buffy and patting Dawn on the head.

"Janielle?" I made her name a question. She looked at me a little crossly.

"I had hoped they would not pick you but what is done is done and I feel the coven as a whole knows what its doing. I am here to serve you my Master." Janielle replied with a tiny bow.

"Thank you so much. All of your help will not go unrewarded believe me." I said hugging each of them in turn. I paused and looked out at the waiting faces. I was there Master and they did not go unless I told them it was time to go.

"You may all depart to your beds. We are no longer sleeping in coffins, unless you wish to. I see no reason why we must be stuck in the old ways of the vampires before us. From now on we will work together as a team, not one of us will be left behind. Now as the coming dawn approaches think of this, we must start repopulating our numbers and building up our reputation. You as an individual must come up with what you think our coven needs to improve. Tomorrow friends the real work begins." I finished reaching for Tara's hand we made our way out from behind our chairs and down the long strip to the elevator.

Everyone stood and erupted into a beret of cheers, it was the greatest feeling in the world knowing that together Tara and I could make a difference and a difference is exactly how it was meant to be

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yeay for more to come and cool update that is totally re-read worthy!!!

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It's always good to know someone likes it so much.

[jkmack77]

The Howl of the Night

(Title graphic by Chris Cook of Through the Looking-glass)

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon created the Buffy universe we all know. Thank you Mutant Enemy for not expanding the W/T relationship. I don't own anything here but the story idea and a few people I made up.
Feedback: Yeah let me know if you like it or think it sucks - vampirefangs69@hotmail.com.

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"He's still out of it Ma'am." Ryan said bowing as Tara and I opened the door.

I nodded and put my hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, you two may go rest."

Waiting until the men had gone Tara shut the door quietly and looked towards the cot that had been set up in the corner of the room. She scanned his body, every so often wiping her hands on her legs.

"What uh, what does this Xander mean to you?" She asked looking at me with guilt.

"He was a good friend of mine when I was first turned." I whispered.

"You did all this for an old friend not an old lover?" Tara asked hiding her expression by looking at the floor.

"I told you that I had never been with anyone before. I wasn't lying, I could never lie to you baby." I said taking her hand in mine.

"If-if I would've k-know what he meant to you I n-never would have done that. But he had little Dawnie and I just s-snapped." She replied sitting on the edge of the bed. I followed and sat next to her.

"What does the girl mean to you?" I asked trying to understand why Tara would feel the urge to protect the teenager.

"I use to baby-sit her before I was turned into this. She and I where really close and I would do anything to protect her." Tara said glancing at Xander's sleeping body again.

"I understand." I said sighing. "What am I to do now Tara? They've made me the Master and now I take care of everyone here, just like you do. Is it difficult?"

Tara furrowed her brows and shook her head. "It's hard to draw the line between ruling with your heart and keeping your head. But I've only done this for a short while, there are still many things my pack and I must go through."

I flung myself back on the bed and rubbed my forehead with my hand. "There is much expected of me then?"

"The weight of this world is on your shoulders now. You control the vampire underground and very wild wolf all at the same time." Tara said moving to position herself next to me.

I tried to hide my smile, this was a serious matter but with Tara leaning over me like that how was I suppose to think of anything else? But I did have one tiny request to ask of my love.

"Tara, could you help me with something?" I asked watching her hand stroke my arm.

"Help you with what?" She replied bending down and kissing my shoulder.

"I want to learn magic." I said searching for her eyes.

She took a deep breath and she looked up at me. "You have magic Willow."

"No, I want to learn how to control it, do spells so that I can protect myself and my coven better." I continued sitting up on my elbows.

"That will take a lot of time. I would have to teach you how to control your emotions how to keep yourself inside this reality." She said quietly.

"I trust you." I said surely.

"It's not like anything we've ever done before." Tara said quickly.

"I trust you." I repeated smiling at my beauty. I trusted her with everything that I had in me. Tara would guide me into leadership and into love; she would teach me how to be everything I could. I had been sheltered for so long, trusted someone who was untrustworthy and was left for dead by a man that was known as my father. I would no longer be the weakness that infected my being but instead I would be the strength that grew from our love.

"We have many obligations here now; s-so it may be a while until we are able to go s-somewhere and practice." Tara said sitting up and taking off the leather coat that Faith had given her.

I tried to divert my eyes everywhere but her cleavage but that was easier thought then done.

"You can look anytime you want Willow, you can also touch whenever you want. This body is yours remember?" Tara giggled pinching one of her nipples.

I cleared my throat loudly. "Is that why you wore such sexy clothing at the meeting?"

"Mmm partly," Tara said leaning over and nibbling my ear lobe.

"What's the other part then?" I asked putting my hand on her hanging breast and squeezing it gently.

"I had to, oh, prove to your coven and Drusilla's that we had the connection. By showing off, that feels so good baby, by showing off our lovemaking marks proved that we trusted each other and that I wasn't going to abandon you." Tara managed to get out as I pinched and played with her nipple.

I stopped playing with her and sat up. "So everything we do now has to be for show? Does that mean that we can only make with the smoochies to show off each other?"

"God no," Tara said drawing back. "That's not what I meant at all."

"Tara I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a snippy gal." I said feeling utterly horrible about getting all hysterical so quick. "It's just you've been doing all this longer and I really need your help."

"I know and by my word I will h-help you." Tara said dipping her head.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I said taking her hand and putting to my roughened cheek.

She smiled at me and brushed her thumb back and forth on the scarring. "Not anywhere near as beautiful as you."

I leaned in and kissed her, my lips pressed full of love on her silky pedals. She moaned quietly and wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down on top of her. I dove in more forcefully, licking and sucking her bottom lip and enjoying the feel of her hands sliding up and down my body.

"You still owe me." I said licking up her ear.

"Oohh, do whatever you want." Tara moaned, "I'm yours, take me."

"Well in that case." I said stopping and getting off of her. I crawled off the bed to stand far enough away so as to see Tara in her serious state of arousal.

"Willow?" Tara asked looking at me pleadingly.

"You will do as I say if you disobey me then you will receive punishment." I said with a million naughty ideas rushing to my head all at once. Tara and I were about to explore our sexual limits and I was quite excited to get it underway.

Tara gave me that sexy look again and quirked one eyebrow. "Yes Mistress."

My body shivered to her words and I put my hand on wall to steady myself. I swallowed down my nervousness and gave her my firstcommand.

"Take off your clothes. Do not touch yourself until I instruct you to do so, understand?" I said boring my eyes into hers.

"Yes." Tara answered blushing.

"Yes what?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.

"Yes Mistress." Tara said trying to hide her smile and started to unbutton her pants, since that was the only thing that she had on. I turned from her and made my way to the dresser, after searching a few moments I found what I was looking for and turned back to see Tara laying fully exposed and dripping on the bed spread.

I nearly dropped what I was holding staring at the Goddess before me. She knew what she was doing to me but decided to play the game by keeping completely still and looking at me with placid, puppy dog eyes.

"What would you have of me, Mistress?" Tara said gliding her fingers on her smooth belly.

"Just you wait." I said breathlessly as I quickly ripped my jacket and shirt off. I left my black bra on so Tara would have to eventually take it off. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down slowly, watching Tara's eyes react to each tiny movement. I drug the material down my slick thighs and smiled to myself when I heard Tara gasp. I straightened back up and allowed her to look at my black thong more carefully.

"See something you like?" I asked. Tara nodded vigorously and watched as if in a trance. I held up my item so Tara could see it fully I could feel her pulse quicken and watched as her eyes became darkened with desire.

Stepping out of my panties I slid the strap-on to my cool body and adjusted the straps to accommodate my tight buttocks. I could almost taste her already and it was setting my heart on fire.

She watched my body approach her with such intensity that it nearly made me orgasm. I stopped short of touching the bed and looked down at my love.

"Are you ready to do everything your Mistress tells you?" I asked stroking my stiffened member. The weight of the implement was something very strange and looking at it made me a little uneasy, but if it felt as good in me as it would Tara then by Gods I was going to fuck my baby wild.

"Oh yes." Tara said quietly her eyes never leaving the cock.

"Good, now touch yourself, slowly, slide your hand down and play with your clit." I said standing ridged waiting to see how far she'd take this game.

She smiled at me and slowly just like I asked slid her hand down her tummy and through her golden curls, just shy of her clit she stopped and petted the soft hairs. "See good girls like to be pampered sometimes."

I looked at her sternly indicating for her to continue on her journey. She didn't even seem to notice the look but widened her smile and touched the tip of her clit. She cried out and bucked into her own hand with the contact and I almost gave up the plan then and just do it myself but she placed another finger on the swollen nub and began to rub it in fast circles. Both of our breathing became ecstatic and I staggered again as the smell of her found my nostrils.

"Enter yourself." I commanded. Tara spread her legs wider, giving me a better view and slid one then two digits into her soaked opening.

"Oh Gods!" She cried out tossing her head to one side and pushing herself in fully. Subconsciously I began to stroke faster at the base of the rubber cock and I put my other hand on the bed next to Tara's leg to keep myself standing. I was now eye level with my lover's dripping cunt and her fingers prying it open for me.

"Move your hand." I growled, surprising both Tara and myself. She smiled and removed her hand holding it out for me. I dipped my head down and took her fingers into my mouth licking her juices off. Without even knowing it the head of the cock touched Tara's opening and she jerked her body upward.

"Give me the spell." I snarled holding my lower body in place not moving. I wanted to feel Tara as she did me that night. I wanted to know how she felt on the inside so that I could gain the pleasure from it as well.

"Hermaphroditie God of gender, here my call, make me feel the joys of a man." Tara chanted and the spell went instantly to my groin and I could feel the tip of the head now nestled at my lover's opening.

I dipped my head back and let out a long, low moan. "That feels wonderful."

"Wait until you put it in all the way." Tara whispered.

I looked back down at her and smiled, carefully I inched my borrowed power into her. Each inch was a shockwave of pleasure that shot directly to my center. No wonder Tara reacted the way she did, it felt wonderful.

When my entire penis was in Tara's tight and oh so wet pussy I pushed one last time to make sure I could go no farther. Tara grunted and put one of her hands on my stomach, as if making sure I couldn't push though to her stomach.

"You afraid of my power, baby?" I asked jutting my hips forward a bit.

"Mmm yes," she moaned wrapping her legs around my waist and pushing me down, grinding me into her.

"Are you ready to be fucked?" I asked pivoting my hips upwards.

"Yes! Fuck me my love. Oh, make me come!" Tara shouted putting her hand behind my head and forcing me into her lips. I bit her lip drawing out blood and licking it as I began to move my slick cock back and forth.

"This feels so good." I said staring into her eyes and watching her head bump with each of my thrusts

"Harder baby," Tara snarled her eyes changing from the yellow to blue again. I smiled, barring my fangs, and increased my hips, feeling her walls contract around me. She felt so good that I never wanted this experience to end. But unfortunately though Tara is a Goddess she's not a prude one and just as I was reaching my peak Tara caught up just as fast and was clawing up my back in an urgent frenzy of lust.

Our magic found each other and rolled and played like kittens in our bodies. I cried out and came all down the shaft dripping on to Tara's raw sex. Tara stuck me again with her razor claws but this did not cause pain but instead another orgasm crashed through my barriers and came flooding out. Both of us where crying out and proclaiming our love over and over again as the waves of pleasure crashed on our shores.

"That was so cool."

Tara and I both jumped and I quickly pulled out of her and stood up to see Xander's non-bandaged eye looking at me with awe. He looked me up and down and tried to smile even more when looking upon the strap-on.

"Well Flame I must say at least it's bigger than mine." He joked. I was so embarrassed that I didn't even realize I was standing fully nude in front my best friend. Tara was already wrapped in a sheet for my own sake not anyone else's.

"Xander! Do you mind?" I yelled trying to get out of the harness but was finding it quite difficult to do under pressure.

"Hey, don't mind me that is, you guys knew I was in the room. I was just lucky enough to catch the tail end of the action." Xander laughed.

Tugging at the leather straps didn't seem to help getting me out of this thing but I kept on pulling and answered. "That's great Xander and by the way my name is Willow."

"Oh of course it is. I mean hell why don't you tell me you're a man too since so many things about you are different now."

Tara and I looked at each other and quickly looked away blushing madly.

"You're not are you, Will?" He asked looking a bit worried.

"No I'm not." I said.

"But there are no limitations." Tara mumbled winking at me.

Xander looked at her. "What?"

"Nothing!" we both nearly shouted.

"So you're a lesbian now eh, Will?" Xander said sitting up a bit more.

"Nope, we where just two straight girls that fell in love with each other," I said sarcastically, still tugging at the straps.

"Here let me help you." Tara said blushing and unbuckling one of the clanks. The strap-on fell to the floor and I quickly scraped it up and rushed it to the top drawer.

Xander went to open his mouth and reply when there with a quick knock at the door.

"Just a moment!" I shouted rushing over to the chair and grabbing my white robe. Tara stood there and looked at me a bit confused. I raised my eyebrows and nodded she nodded back and I opened the door.

"Willow you better come here, Tara I think you should come too." Janielle said looking at the floor.

"What's happened?" I asked grabbing Tara's hand and rushing out the door.

"We have a visitor and I think you two will want to hear what he has to say." Janielle answered opening the large doors to the parlor. I looked around the spacious room and saw nothing.

"What am I suppose to be looking for?" I asked but was cut off when Tara stepped up beside me, her nostrils flaring and her eyes darkening.

"Where is it?" Tara asked bunching her hands into fists. I looked around, squinting my eyes trying to figure out what Tara was talking about. My senses being weaker then a werewolf's I wasn't able to pick up on the creatures sent as quickly. But it came, the smell of wet dog mixed with stale fur and I walked around the room and looked in between where the two large, blue couches joined. There huddled in the corner was a man, but he wasn't a man at all. I had no clue what he was but I was sure I was about to find out.

"Hello?" I asked crouching down trying to see his face. There was a deep rumbling growl but not of that like Tara's. It was more a cat-like rumble, one that you hear when two Tom cats are beating the hell out of each other.

"Tell the wolf to leave. I only asked to speak with the vampire Master," the man's voice said over the growls.

"Why afraid I might chase you kitty?" Tara said looking over at Janielle then back to the man.

"Partly, look I don't want any trouble. I came here to warn you what is to come not to fight." His accent sounded like he was from a deep Amazon jungle. It had a slight outback feel to it, a voice of experienced times.

"You will not find any trouble brewing here." I said stretching out my hand. "Come on out and we'll talk, you have my word that nothing will happen to you." I added looking over my shoulder at Tara. She put her hands up and backed up a few steps, giving me the okay.

He lifted his head and looked at me as if he had never seen me before. His dark brown eyes had even darker slits like a cats. He had dark hair as well that was buzzed short to his head. When he stood he towered me but had the sense of gentle in his tiny movements.

The grace used to lift his leg up over the corners of the couches proved that just like Tara, he had hidden muscles and talents as well.

"What are you?" I asked stepping back so he could get out.

He didn't look at me but kept his eyes on Tara. "I'm a wereleopard, one of the last."

"Probably for the best," Tara mumbled. He shot her a hurt look and quickly looked to the floor.

"Alright," I said kindly looking at the man. "Tell me what you came here for."

Tara took a step forward and the man instantly sprang up and to the back of the couch. His large body perched up like a Halloween cat and he let out a loud snarl.

I looked at Tara begging her with my eyes to let me do this. "Can you give us a moment, baby?"

"What?" She said shocked. "I'm not leaving you with that thing so it can maul you."

"I already gave you my word. Look I do not wish to be here anymore than you want me here so let me say what I have to say and I'll be on my way." He said still in his tense position.

"It'll be fine, you can wait outside. Both of you can and let me talk to his man." I said looking around the room. There was no room for argument, I had my resolve face on and there was no getting around it.

"Fine," Tara snapped, walking briskly out of the room.

"As you wish," Janielle bowed and left as well.

"It's all right you can relax now." I said moving to sit on the other couch, covering my legs with the robe.

He studied me carefully and upon deciding I was no longer a threat he slid down the back and sat up staring at me.

"Let's start off on a better foot. What's your name?" I asked looking him in the eyes.

"Christopher."

"I'm Willow, okay, where are you from?"

"The jungle,"

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He heaved a heavy sigh and looked up at me. "I'm here for revenge."

"Revenge on whom?" I asked moving back a bit. Maybe Tara was right he would maul me. I was just starting to get use to the whole wolf behavior now I have cat problems as well.

"Drusilla's coven murdered my entire fleet. All my friends, even my mate was killed right before my eyes." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "I made the mistake of trusting her and paid the price."

When I didn't answer he went on. "I made a vow to never trust a vampire again. But when I was at the bar I overheard a few werewolves talking about the vampire Master in the east region. I figured since they trusted you so much that I could as well, though the risks to come here are extremely high. I held my little girl in my arms as she fought for her last breath. That will haunt me forever, I want her dead."

"I understand. If we help you what can you offer us in return?" I said, this being my first political move I had to make the right choice.

"I haven't much, but with your help perhaps we could take down that bitch." He replied angrily. "And if you do this for me I will be in your debt for all time and you will have the wereleopard alliance as well."

"This may be a bit tough, we have a lot to do to prepare. Are there any of your kind still left?" I asked hoping he wasn't the last.

"There are more, but the trick is finding them and having them trust me. I've been on the New York streets since the disaster and have only run across two others. But most of us stay in hiding for fear of the wolves. They tend not to listen to reason." He said swallowing.

"Yeah about that, I'm sorry about Tara, she's my mate and is very protective." I said half smiling.

"I'm not sorry." Tara's voice called from the other room.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "We will work this out, I promise. I would be honored if you stayed here until we've come up with a reasonable plan."

He opened his mouth but I cut him off.

"I will not take no as an answer. No one here will bother you, and you may leave anytime you wish. But before then we have many things to discuss. As of right now I'm a little tired and one of my friends is severely wounded I must take care of him first. I will have someone take you to the guest quarters and if anyone gives you any grief, send them to me and I will deal with it." I said standing and moving towards the door.

"Thank you, you won't regret this." He said hastily.

"I hope not." I said and walked out the door meeting Tara head on.

"You're letting him stay in our house?" She asked taking me by the arm.

"Of course I am he could help us." I said walking faster.

"The only thing he could help with is seeing your insides."

I frowned as we approached Janielle. "Can you take the wereleopard to one of the guest rooms please? Get him anything he wants and inform the others that he a friend not an enemy." Seeing the confused look on her face I whispered. "He is going to help us take down Drusilla." She nodded quickly and rushed off in the direction of the parlor.

"Willow I still say this is a bad idea." Tara said while we walked up the stairs.

"Have a little faith Tara, we need all the help we can get because I have a feeling Drusilla has something up her sleeve and neither of us can afford to live without the other. Gods Tara if something happened to you I'd walk into the sun."

"I know." Tara said touching my face. "You won't ever lose me."

I turned my head and kissed her fingers. "We need to get Xander into a different room so that we can be alone."

Tara laughed and opened the door. "I agree, I'm getting pretty anxious for Willow-tongue." We stepped inside and hugged upon noticing Xander was asleep again.

"Just trust me on this guy, Tara I think he may be the key to her downfall." I said nuzzling into her neck.

"I hope you're right." Tara answered.

I could only hope for hope would be only thing that kept my head above water now.

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[beanie]

I just finished (and by just I mean last night) reading your fic on through the looking glass where I first saw it. May I just say:



Uh, smefriaslfj . . . you see it took me a day to collect my tongue and lower jaw off my computer desk. Those uh, intimate scenes were um . . . intense. Very very intense. And um quite steamy. I felt like I was in like a naughty sauna.

The uh...new were-creature that is to come up in later chapters was very interesting! I liked the concept of all these would-be enemies coming together to kill Drusilla. How frightfully romantic I don't want to say more and give it away, so I'll just end with: One of my favorite VampWill stories. The Were-Tara idea was quite the fancy one. And just supernatural + supernatural = untold amounts of ferocious snark . . . well that's good in my book anyday.

[jkmack77]

I'm glad you liked it! It has been such a fun story to write. I'm glad you enjoyed the smut, it took a lot of courage to write it. I wasn't sure I could pull it off but I did an okay job I guess.

Don't be too disapointed with the ending. I wouldn't just leave you guys to wonder what happens in this dark world. The sequel will be coming soon, so I hope you'll enjoy that just as much.

(ny-New York right? Hopefully I didn't destroy the city too much in your eyes. I know I didn't do much with the city out-look but I hope it was alright just the same. )

[s82 v]

That was such an intense story. Just, truly, a great story. Thanks for posting.

[jkmack77]

I'm glad you like it so! I really have enjoyed writing it and glad you like it