Yvonne – Yeah, I think it’s cute too. Well, how would you introduce yourself to cute jailbait? Ha ha ha.
molly – I think that’s probably typical of the average high school. But picturing a class of Xanders is funny. That’s a good thought about not alienating each other but I think part of it also is that they’re at that age when you’re sort of an adult and sort of a kid and trying to figure out how to act. You know?
Wimpy – Yep, crazy is what I’m going for… Yay me. Yes, I think the naughty visuals were warranted.
Emms Welcome. Good catch! The next update soon. Glad you’re loving it.
blue - Welcome. Yes, definitely farcical. You ask very good questions about the T/W B/F and T/F W/B relationships. I can say there are some similarities in the different relationships but they are different too. Wow, that was cryptic.
DW – Gee. Now that I see it written it looks very stupid. Arrggghhh! Thanks.
Insanity – Yes for the not assuming. And more of that to come. I’m writing a particularly difficult one just now.
pipsberg – Thanks. Yes, seems most people were talking to the screen which I’ll take as a good sign of frustration and involvement.
Romy – Yep, still don’t know. Thanks.
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Michellex – Nope. No intention of stopping soon. Yep, they’re both bad girls. Maybe they need… wait that’s another fic.
Mary – Yeah, I love both the book and the movie of Mockingbird. I’d probably put it in my top 20 but not my #1. Currently #1 is a three-way tie: Temple of my Famiiliar, A Prayer for Owen Meaney, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. Wow, that’s off-topic.
Yeah, they’re both so very young looking. I mean in s4 when they are supposed to be 18 and 19 the actresses were what, 25 & 27? So imagine how they looked at 20 and 21. Glad it’s worth the wait.
Arwen – Thanks. Glad you’re liking it through the frustration.
Grimaldi – Thanks. Yep, it’s meant to be funny.
Natti – Israel? Wow I’ve never been but some relatives are going next month. Sounds hot. Only Willow thinks Tara is a Junior. Tara thinks Willow is a senior. (In America Junior = 11th grade and Senior-12th grade). Thanks.
her BRIGHTeyes – Wow, that’s a lot. We do numbers like that all the time so you crack me up.
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Modjadji - Well you’ll be relieed that they are slowing down as they get longer. Yes, many kittens were frustrated so I’m happy with that. I’m glad you like the characterizations.
And now an update with not much W/T but hopefully some questions…
Title – School Days
Part 10 – Silence
Author – JustSkipit - Debra
Rating – Part 10 – PG-13
Disclaimer – Guess what… I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate.
Thanks - Thanks to Vizier Mountain, Yvonne, and Stephanie for the # of Cemetaries.
Thoughts in italics“You’re late,” Faith announced as she stood up and tossed her cigarette into the driveway.
“Sorry, Sweetie,” Tara apologized, “I l-lost track of time.”
“Hot girl, huh?” Faith teased as they went inside the apartment.
“N-n-no, why w-w-would you th-th-think that?” Tara stuttered as she set her books in on the table.
Faith laughed, “Well I didn’t really think that until your reaction.” She sat down as she watched the blonde quickly make herself a sandwich. “So… spill,” she encouraged.
“There w-wasn’t any hot girl,” Tara pleaded futilely.
Faith laughed as she reached over to take a handful of chips from the other girl’s plate. “Would this be the first time I’ve told you what a crappy liar you are?”
Tara looked up knowing that Faith was having fun with her. “Can we d-drop it, Faith?” she asked seriously.
Faith seemed to consider it for a minute before nodding her head. “For now,” she agreed, “but we’ll come back to this topic, T.”
Tara sighed as she put her plate in the sink. “Good, give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go,” she said. Faith followed her into the bedroom to watch her change into dark clothes. “Are we going to the same place tonight?” Tara asked.
“Another one,” Faith answered as she flopped onto the bed. “Can you believe there are twelve cemeteries in this town?”
“Twelve?” Tara questioned. “That’s a lot of cemeteries.”
“Yeah,” Faith agreed, “you don’t even want to know how many churches.”
Tara shuddered visibly. “Let’s not go visit them.” She’d had enough of her father’s type of religion throughout her first 18 years. “How’d you find out about the cemeteries and where to go tonight?” she asked as the two girls headed out the door.
Faith waited for Tara to lock the door and activate the spell on the house. “Got a new tat,” Faith explained, pulling her shirt down off her shoulder.
Tara looked at the small representation of a dark fist on her friend’s shoulder. “Good thing I know you like to fight,” she joked.
Faith got a tough look on her face. “Of course I like to fight,” she answered smugly, “what else would it… Jerk!”
Tara laughed at Faith’s reaction to her teasing. “But you didn’t get any work done on the one on your b-back, right?”
Faith gave an exasperated look while scanning the graveyard for movement. “T,” she started, “I’m not stupid you know.”
“I know you’re not stupid, Faith,” Tara reassured her friend, “but that one is protecting you and I d-don’t want you to mess it up.”
“How does it protect me again?” the dark-haired girl asked.
Tara sighed exaggeratedly. “The tattoo is a physical representation of the spell that masks you.”
“Like the one on the apartment?” Faith asked.
“No,” Tara explained, “the one on the apartment is a barrier and alarm spell—no baddies can come close without setting off the alarm and they can’t get in at all.”
“God I was lucky that night,” Faith recalled.
“A few ways,” Tara joked. But she remembered the importance of the alarm spell:
Tara woke suddenly from her sleep at the forceful vibration coming from her bracelet, indicating the presence of demons. “Faith,” she muttered as she looked around the apartment. Apparently Tara’s cajoling had no effect on the dark-haired girl who left in the middle of the night.
Pulling on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt Tara didn’t even bother with shoes as she picked up the small bag from the dresser and ran out the door of her room. It didn’t take long to spot Faith or the three vampires surrounding her. As she ran, Tara pulled the weapons from her bag. Astoundingly Faith was holding her own, throwing punches and kicks at the demons.
“Faith!” Tara shouted. She held up a wooden stake and threw it toward the dark-haired girl, holding out little hope that she would catch it or that she would know what to do with it if she did. For herself she pulled a Bic lighter and a can of hair spray from the bag.
Noticing Tara for the first time two of the vampires smiled their feral grins at each other and turned toward the blonde. “Closer, closer, closer,” Tara whispered as she watched them approach.
“What do I do with this, T?” Faith shouted even as she continued fighting with the third vampire.
“Are you kidding me?” Tara thought, “everyone’s seen a vampire movie.” “Through the h-heart,” she shouted.
“Nice elocution,” one of the two vampires now circling the blonde teased.
“Elocution,” the second chimed in, “that’s a big word.”
“Well,” the first explained, “I used to be an English teacher.” He smiled at Tara: “You’re welcome to call me Mr. Smits while I’m sucking your blood.”
Tara watched the two vampires carefully. She had hoped that they would stay close together but they were circling her from opposite sides. Suddenly one lunged and her decision was made. She lifted the lighter and hair spray, flicking the wheel and then spraying flames toward the advancing demon. The flames hit him in the face causing him to yell but that wasn’t what the blonde was aiming for. Still holding down both buttons, she lowered her aim. As his coat and shirt caught fire she turned 180 degrees toward the other vampire.
Fortunately the screams of his partner seemed to have startled the second vampire. He was standing still, making himself an easy target for a new stream of fire. As soon as both creatures were gone Tara turned quickly to look for Faith, sure that she would see the third vampire holding the dark-haired girl’s drained body. Instead, she saw the girl standing awkwardly, looking alternately at the ground and the stake in her hand.
Tara approached her wordlessly and gently touched her face. “We should g-go clean this up,” she said, indicating the numerous cuts and bruises on Faith’s face.
“Yeah,” Faith agreed weakly. She held up the stake and looked at the ground again. “Vampire?” she confirmed.
“Three of em,” Tara agreed. “You did great.” Curious, she asked, “How did you manage to stake this one?”
“I don’t know,” Faith explained, “I was fighting with them and then just the one and it was like I could feel the fight in my skin and then I felt like a tunnel or a direct line calling the stake into his heart. So I just let it go where it wanted and poof.” She smiled as she declared, “Way cool. I could get used to that.”
“Ok, so that’s an alarm,” Faith recapped, “and the one on my back makes sure no baddies can sense me.”
“Right,” Tara agreed.
“Cool!” Faith announced. “I found a job.”
Tara turned around to hug her friend. She’d long since become used to the girl’s sudden subject changes. “That’s great, F,” she congratulated her, “where?”
“Cat’s meow,” Faith mumbled.
Tara didn’t even have to ask for clarification. “A ‘men’s club,’” she muttered. “You’re dancing at a men’s club.”
“I’m not dancing,” Faith argued, “I’m just waiting tables.” As Tara’s look softened she continued, “I got some lunch shifts and I can make good money but still hit classes during the day and come out here at night.”
“Yeah,” Tara agreed, “you’re right. I just hate seeing you work at those places.”
Faith laughed, “At least this one seemed to have mostly human clientele.”
“Was that unusual?” Tara asked.
“This is a strange town, T,” Faith answered just as four vampires came around the corner, their game faces still on and blood on their chins.
“Dessert,” one of the vamps growled.
“Can you take one?” Faith asked her companion. In general, she preferred for Tara not to have to fight but in this case, it seemed necessary.
“Gottit,” Tara agreed as she reached into her pocket to grasp a handful of powder. She’d learned a lot about fighting vampires in the two years that Faith and she had been working together and while she no longer needed the lighter and hair spray, the crystals helped her quickly cast her spell. Tara saw Faith stake the first of her three vampires and grabbed another from behind, hoping to get his attention away from the dark-haired girl.
The surprised vampire turned around quickly looking very annoyed at the interruption. Tara could hear punches and kicks being traded between Faith and the remaining two vampires. Knowing that a quick fight was better for both girls, Tara threw the powder onto her opponent and began her incantation. Suddenly she felt herself lifted from her feet and thrown to the ground. Hitting directly on her back, she felt the wind rush from her lungs and attempted to get another breath so that she could resume the spell. Before she could inhale the vampire was upon her. He covered her mouth with one hand and held her by the neck with the other. She could see his fangs lowering toward her neck and tried to bite the hand that held her or kick as hard as she could but she couldn’t break his grip. She felt his teeth pierce her skin and wondered if this were the end.
The dust suddenly covering her mouth caused a coughing fit as Tara instinctively breathed deeply as soon as the hand was gone and inhaled a mouthful of vampire dust. Rolling over she began coughing and gagging on the rancid taste while still trying to get air into her lungs. She felt Faith’s hand on her back as the girl was saying, “Easy, Tara. Take it slow.”
After a few minutes Tara rolled back over. “Thanks, Faith,” she whispered as the girl pulled her to her feet.
“Aw shucks,” Faith chuckled, “say nothing of it.” She reached out to touch the blonde’s neck, fingering the large bite marks still covered with wet blood and then wiped the blood off with her sleeve. “Let’s get you home and doctor this up.” She considered for a moment: “Or are you hurt anywhere else? Your ribs? Should we go to the hospital?”
Tara shook her head as Faith began to guide her back toward the apartment. “I’ll be f-fine. Too bad, I don’t heal as quickly as you,” she commented as she pointed at the large scrape on the dark-haired girl’s forehead. Faith nodded her head, grateful for her mysterious strength and ability to heal.
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Loving it!
I need more informations and i hope they will soon talk with each other about the beeing not a student anymore
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I want back..wish ur relatives lots of fun...i bet they will. where do they wanna go to exactly?