4Wiccanluv: Your patience (and all the other Kittens') is rewarded.
Rating: M15 Kitten unhappiness, adult themes
Preview: Vampire Tara reflects!
Kitten Poll: What next?
Willow screwed her eyes tightly shut and waited for the pain. Time seemed to stand still, it may have been for a second, or a minute, and then Willow felt a tiny trickle of moisture on her shoulder. Still she had not felt the vampire’s fangs piercing her skin. Tara’s head was still pressed firmly against the redhead’s neck, the ridges above the eyes compressing her delicate flesh. Willow opened her eyes and dared to look down. Astonished, she saw the vampire’s shoulders trembling and saw the watery drops against her own freckled skin and she realised what was happening. The vampire was crying! Very slowly and tentatively, Willow brought her hands around and placed them gently upon Tara’s back.
Feeling the new contact, Tara lifted her head for a moment and a heartbroken sob escaped her lips. She drew her knees up, curled herself into a ball and laid her head in Willow’s lap. The redhead, not knowing quite what to do or say, gently stroked the vampire’s blonde hair and waited. Tara’s face abruptly shifted back to its familiar human form. Tears continued to flow from Tara’s eyes, wetting Willow’s jeans. It was several minutes before either of them spoke, the silence broken only by the sobbing of the beautiful blonde vampire.
“I fell in love with a mortal woman,” Tara said; when she was at last able to speak. “I remember everything we shared. I fell in love with a good, kind, gentle, loving woman. I value those things about you and I still love you for them. I know that I spoke thoughtlessly and that those things that I love about you would be gone forever if I made you. But I also have this - hatred for all living things.” She lifted her head and looked into Willow’s eyes for the first time in many minutes. “I want to bite you. I want to drink your blood. I want to make you a vampire. But I also want to live in your house, share your life, bring a child into the world and raise it with you, grow old with you. I want to share joy and despair, sickness and health, tears and laughter with the wonderful, beautiful, mortal woman that I fell in love with.”
“Oh, Tara,” was all that Willow could whisper.
“You’re right about the vampire that made me,” Tara continued. “She’s weak and despicable. I hated her from the moment I laid eyes on her. I would enjoy nothing more than to stake her and dust her. I would love to burn her to ash and cut her head off. I hate her more than anything. I hate all vampires. I hate myself!”
Tara buried her face in the soft comfort of Willow’s clothes and continued, “I shouldn’t have come back. I should have run from you in the graveyard. I shouldn’t have let you invite me in. I don’t deserve to live. If only my father could see me now, I can imagine how vindicated he would feel, at the mess I’ve made of my life and yours. Willow, dear Willow, I’m so, so sorry for the hurt I’ve caused you, for my selfish and thoughtless desire to make you be like me, into something I could only hate and that could only hate me.”
“Willow, I swear by my love for you that I cannot, will not, ever hurt you. You asked a favour of me; now I’m asking one of you.” Tara rose and crossed the carpet to a set of drawers, opening the one that she remembered held Willow’s socks and underthings among other items. She drew forth the object that she sought, a pointed wooden stake. The vampire regarded it for a moment, seemingly contemplating plunging it into her own chest. After a moment, she demurred and retraced her steps to the transfixed Willow, who still sat half-naked on the edge of the bed. Tara placed the stake in Willow’s hand, closing the red-head’s fist around it. Tara then straightened and removed her jacket, blouse and bra. She lay down on her back in the middle of the bed; one arm flung wide, the other pointing to the smooth pale valley between her breasts. She said, “Here, here’s my heart. It doesn’t beat, it’s nothing. I’m nothing. Stake me, Willow. Stake me!”
(To be continued)
Edited by: Bagheera at: 7/4/02 11:16:15 am