Title: Still working on it. None at the moment.
Author: Lurkingintheshadows. Yes, I'm a chicken and didn't want people to know who wrote it just in case everyone thinks it's terrible.
Disclaimer: This is going to be a little different. Tara has been bitten by a vamp, so be aware that the personality may not be exactly the same.
Feedback: Yes, please. Just be gentle. I'm fragile.
Rating: R probably.
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She lie in bed, the faint tapping of rain at the window.
Long blonde hair pooled around her face on the pillow.
Waiting.
She glanced next to the bed, at the small wooden nightstand, and then reached over to retrieve a small cardboard box. Taking a cigarette from the pack, she lit it. She inhaled, long and slow, letting relaxation wash over her and sooth her aching muscles. Her free arm stretched across her face, covering her eyes. The dim light of the candles, strategically placed around the room, cast shadows on the walls and made the smoke of the cigarette almost come alive, dancing and twirling.
She became suddenly aware of a sound. The bedroom door opened slowly, and gradually another shadow slithered across the wall.
Lifting just a bit from the bed, she braced herself on one elbow, letting the other arm linger at her side. The cigarette,
still resting between her index and middle fingers.
"Who's there?"
The shadow became a figure. A slender figure, dressed completely in tight, black leather.
"Just me, T"
"Faith." the blonde exhaled.
"I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd stop by." the brunette stated softy, running her fingers along the wall and slinking further into the room.
"Any word?" she asked, stopping in front of the bed.
"Not yet, but you know Willow. She likes to check all the options."
"Mmm" Faith sounded her agreement.
"So, how exactly does this work, T. I mean, you and red can't just waltz into a lair of vamps and ask them to hand over the one that bit you, and you don't exactly strike me as the rolling in the mud, stake em' and keep on truckin' type."
"We can hold our own, and you'd be surprised to know, Faith, that I'm not as big a stranger to rolling in the mud as you may think."
Faith raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" She questioned almost sarcastically.
"Really" Tara winked
She rose from the bed and walked over, reaching for the table behind Faith, and grabbing an ashtray.
As she pulled away she stopped and whispered in her ear "Red is the color of passion, and Willow's red hair is more fitting than you can begin to imagine."
Discarding the cigarette in the ashtray, she turned.
"Well, whadda ya know, T. Seems deep down you and I are a lot alike. Better not talk too much, or I may begin to rethink my helping you."
Tara smiled.
"You just stick to your end of the deal and we'll stick to ours."
get outta them shadows and listen 2 what the bell's gotta say u hear! :