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TareBearRS
Thank you for your kind words and feedback, I am glad that you are enjoying the story. It is a long road of self acceptance that Tara has to travel but she is at least on the path
Anyway my horse is looking better today which makes me incredibly happy so I thought I'd post the update early. Please be warned this is a dark chapter.
Title: Living in Shadows
Author: Puff
Feedback: This is my first and only attempt at a long story so if it sucks sorry. Please send comments etc to
puff614@hotmail.comSummary: Dark Tara centric story. Willow does appear but I am warning you there will be some badness. This is AU as well. That stands for my reality.
Spoiler Warning: None at all.
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I do, however, love them. I'm not making any money off of them though.
Rating: R – G This part is a R rated for violent dark themes...you have been warned.
Notes: Thanks to my wonderful beta reader Drakkenfyre who has made it possible for me to update daily. And love as always to spuckie. Should I mention the dark content of this chapter again?
Part 12
Tara walked back to her dorm room alone. Willow and Buffy had both wanted to accompany her but Tara had said that it was safe in the daylight. Besides Willow had looked exhausted. Lack of sleep had affected both girls as soon as they had sat down to eat and Willow had practically yawned her way through her pancakes. Tara thought she looked adorable, all sleepy and the like.
Back at her room, Tara slowly peeled of her clothes and pulled on a worn pair of plaid boxer shorts and a light blue tank top. She then crawled under the covers to sleep.
However, sleep did not come easily and when it did arrive dreams plagued her mind.
The dream started off pleasant enough. It was her mother in a large field of grass and trees. Tara smiled in her sleep. “Momma.” She called, but her mother couldn’t hear her. She ran towards her mother but never seemed to get any closer. Panic started to close in.
Then the picture changed and Tara was besides her mother’s bed. She could tell her mother was sick.
Her mother took hold of her hand and Tara cried, “Please don’t leave me Momma, I need you.”
“Baby girl.” Her mother’s breath came in shallow gasps “I’ll never leave you, but I can’t stay here with you at the moment. You have to be strong for me. You have to do what your father says ok?” Tara nodded her head “If you do what he say’s then he can’t hurt you Tara.” Her mother reached out towards her and stroked her hair “You are my precious child and I will always love you.”
Suddenly the hand that was reaching towards her changed. It had dry peeling skin upon it and long talons that swiped at Tara’s face, she screamed and tried to move away from the monster that now held her. But the grip tightened.
Tara woke up crying. Her body was shaking and she gently touched her face remembering the dream. Then she looked at her hands making sure they were dry from blood and breathed a sigh of relief when they were. It was just a dream, she was fine. Her mother hadn’t changed before she died; Tara knew this because she was with her up until her final breath.
She remembered her father telling her that the demon inside her had made momma sick because of the magic that she used. That the magic had poisoned the demon somehow. He had said that the demon had reacted to the magic and magic couldn’t be used to control it. Only the punishments could. Whether these were verbal or sometimes even physical punishments seemed to depend entirely on her father.
Tara shuddered at the memories. She wrapped the covers tighter around her. Trying to shut out the feeling of cold that always accompanied any thought of her father.
He had explained to her that she had no demon in her at first because her mother had borne it for her. But when Tara’s mother had died the demon had come back into her. He pilled guilt onto Tara by practically blaming her for her mothers death. Saying that one demon wouldn’t have made her as sick as two. Then he told her that she would never be able to control her demon. That whatever she tried to do she would fail and when she was twenty it would take over her body. Do terrible things unless they managed to somehow control it first.
All of this was told to Tara on the night of her mother’s funeral. That was the night the first punishment took place.
Tara quickly closed her eyes trying unsuccessfully to stop the visions of that terrible night from flooding her mind. Her father standing over her with his hand rising in slow motion. The force of the blow as it shook her body…the feel of feet kicking her as she lay on the floor…the pain in her side as she tried to breath, the words “I’m sorry Tara but this is for your own good,” echoing over and over in her head, the pain that came from wondering how much additional suffering she had given her mother. The feeling that maybe she deserved this and then looking up and seeing her father’s face full of his own fear and anger towards her before he left the room.
The tears rolled down her face and she brushed them quickly aside.
Her doubts and fears were torturing her mind. Telling her that she was worthless, to be feared, to be punished and worst of all that she deserved all of this…and more. The words repeated continually, covering her mind like think dense smoke blocking out any other thoughts. Tara hugged her knees and slowly rocked her body back and forth trying to block it out. She curled up into a ball and rested her head on her pillow. Her body ached and her mind was raw but she tried to calm herself down.
“Breathe Tara.”
Her eyes looked around the room focusing on the shadows that were cast on a wall; gradually she made out patterns of light in the darkness and felt her heart rate calm down. ‘Momma you were right, even here in my darkest moments I can still find light.’ The thought soothed her and she closed her eyes. Her breathing gradually settled down into a deeper pattern before sleep gripped her body again.
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