Tales Of a Vampire

[hannahtoo]

Hey This is the first vamp willow fic i have read.
And to be honest it is extremely addictive.
I LOVE it especially Dru, shes a good 'en
Much love, Hannah

[Vamp_Willz]

Warning: has not been beta'd so bear with me.
Sorry for shortness

Chapter 14

The Void, The Cat, and The Flask

Screams of pain, roars of anger, cries of betrayal, whimpers of guilt; each noise had its own feelings behind them. Each wave of noise surrounded Tara, threatening to overwhelm her, driving her to her knees her arms covering her head to try and block some of it out. The noise drove on trying to drown her in their meanings, their screams, but most of all their pain. Confusion, panic, anxiety the noise was reaching a level almost to much to bear, then suddenly silence; eerie silence that reminded her of the eye of a storm. Uncovering her head, Tara looked up and into the crimson colored nothingness that surrounded her, unsure if movement would cause the violent nioses to come back she froze, waiting. For what, she wasn't sure of, she just knew that she needed to. She waited and waited, the stillness around her slowly driving her mad with the knowing that time was meaningless here. 'Where ever here is.'

She hadn't moved an inch from her previous position, afraid that the whirlwind of noise would come back and drown her. Slowly a sound made its way through the crimson void, tilting her head to the side, Tara listened to the sound until it became clear what it was... crying. Cries that shook her very soul, so many feelings sounded in the cries. Without thinking, Tara called out into the void.
"He-hello?" A gasp was heard and the sobbing disappeared. Frowning, Tara stood and started in a direction feeling that if she tried to look for the cause of the sound, she would come across it sooner or later.
"Who are you?" Giving a small yelp of suprise, Tara whirled around to find herself looking at nothing, looking left then right, she wrinkled her nose.
"I could of-" The sound of someone clearing their throat made her look down and into startling amethyst cat eyes that seemed to look amused. Blinkiing and shaking her head, Tara stepped back a step and looked at what reminded her of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"Who are you?" The cat repeated before sitting down and wraping its vibrent purple tail around its front, looking bored. Without thinking Tara responded, feeling that the cat wanted a name.
"T-Tara." The cat tilted its head studying her before nodding.
'Well then T-Tara, may I ask why you are here?" Frowning a bit at how the cat had said her name she corrected it.
"Tara, just Tara." Taking a quick look around amking sure the void was still there, nodding at the surrounding crimson she turned her attention back to the cat. "Where is here anyways?" The cat snickered softly before licking its paw and rubbing it over its face.

"This is my Queens mindscape, she has had some very unfriendly people try to rip knowledge out of her mind before." Yawning slightly, the cat stretched before looking at Tara again. "That does not explain why you are here so I ask again, why are you here?" At the end of the question the cat added a bit of a threatening growl, she did not have all day and had a job to do. Tara blinked, trying to figure out how to answer the cats question.
"To tell you the truth I'm not all that sure. Willow just sort of broke down, I'm not even sure what happened, it just did." Tara felt the burn of tears at the corner of her eyes, she was worried about Willow and how much pain was behind the Vampires green eyes. Lost in her own thoughts, fears and doubts, she didn't see the door that appeared beside the cat nor the table with the silver flask.
"I see." Those two words brought Tara back from her darkened thoughts, seeing the table, flask and small door she couldn't help but giggle at how Alice in Wonderland, Willow's mindscape was. "You would be surprised at how individuals set up their mindscapes. My Queens is like this because she took to the theme as a child, it intrested her on how illogically logical some of it could be." The cat grinned ferally before adding "Plus, it means that she could have a number of hidden traps that make absolutly no sense in other mindscapes and make them work here." Nodding towards the table with the silver flask the cat continued. "The flask is one such trap, when someone drinks it, it senses their intentions and judges them as worthy enough to pass." The cat waved its paw at the small door. "If not, you'll find yourself in the Forest of Nightmares." The cat looked up at Tara and smiled grotesquely in unmasked glee. "Now drink up and try to walk through the door, we will soon find out if you are worthy of wandering."


BTW: I do not own The Cheshire Cat nor Alice in Wonderland, but come on a mindscape based on it would rock!

[Füchsin]

That was great, please go on!

[cantiemedown]

. No!!! Don't stop there... Please coninue... I love vamp-willow with a soul.. With her all badass, tara can be shy and whatnot as usual.. Please update i of u!!

[willowtarabuffyfaith]

ooOOoo!!! very interesting!! please update soon!!

[taysla]

OoOoOo..

I love it.

I love the story of Will as Vampire with soul.

Please update again. I need another chapter, like NOW.

[Vamp_Willz]

Hullo Kittens!

Lets see, since I am toying with ideas while doodling in my stroy notebook, I thought I might thank people for their feedback as well as pose a question for all of you.

@ err, everyone: Thanks, you guys have no idea what it means to me that people are actually reading this fic. Believe it or not, I use to get so bored in class that all I'd end up doing was writing, adding, editing and stumbling over this. The biggest reason I haven't added anything new, is because I had help from my best friend who would edit and challenge me every chapter. Chapter 12 was our last chapter together because she moved a state away to help her dad out and we've grown a bit apart. I know that is a pretty silly excuse, but this story was a produce of my imagination and her ways of making me use it.

Now onto a less depressing note,

I know when Tara originally slipped into Willows mind, Dru told her there would be an exchange of memories. Now the question I pose is; Should I show glimpses of her own childhood to everyone or should that be a private viewing for Willow only?

~J

[willowtarabuffyfaith]

i think tara's memories should just be for willow. it would make them closer and willow would understand whta tara went through better

[taysla]

Now the question I pose is; Should I show glimpses of her own childhood to everyone or should that be a private viewing for Willow only?

I'm curious. So I prefer to know Tara' childhood.
I'm bad in that stuffs of private.

Please.... noww.... Update, very soon..

[Vamp_Willz]

Warning! Girl Power ahead...oh yeah, thats right
Feedback: is welcome, encouraged even
Rating: G...still, sorry

Chapter 15:
Hullo?

Stepping up beside the small table, Tara ran her fingertips over the wooden squares that covered the surface. Her mind whirled with the possibilities that she may not be able to help Willow, it didn’t seem to matter that she knew that she had jumped at the chance to help her friend with no though to her own secrets being exposed. She was less afraid of failing herself then she was of failing her friend, Willow had barely just met her, yet took her in and treated her as a human being. The emerald fire in Willows eyes when she looked at her after their first kiss in the gardens, the amusement that danced in her orbs when her cat had snuck up on Tara and scared her, it was these little glances that drove Tara to throw caution to the wind.

Slowly, she picked up the flask and almost dropped it in surprise at the warmth that seemed to emit from the flask. Looking over at the cat who stood as still as a statue, Tara wrinkled her nose before untwisting the cap off. Biting her lip, she fought the sudden urge to smell whatever was in the flask and sent a silent pray to any power that would listen. Closing her eyes she brought the flask to her lips and threw her head back, emptying the contents into her mouth and swallowing it as quickly as she could. Swallowing back the urge to vomit, she stumbled before falling to her knees while grasping her throat. The contents from the flask flowed through her like liquid fire, setting her throat on fire and burning through her veins, the only thing that gave her a small amount of comfort was the soft thrumming sound that enveloped her senses. Meanwhile the cat watched with a bored expression, this was the part she hated the most; waiting.

Falling, that’s was the first feeling that made its way through her senses, she was falling. Jerking up, Tara gasped filling her lungs with air, holding her hand to her chest. Staying like that, she tried to get her breathing under control before letting her eyes travel around the newest surrounding she found herself in.
“First, Alice in Wonderland and now the Labyrinth? Oh, Willow.”
The walls that surrounded her where made out of a small light brown bricks that showed two ways, left and right. Rubbing her chest at the slight ache left over from the liquid fire, she slowly stood up before dusting off her sweat pants more from habit then them actually being dirty and looked both ways trying to decide which way to start with.

Closing her eyes Tara leaned up against the wall, ignoring the biting feel of the rough bricks. Rubbing her tired eyes, she tried to think of what the next step would be. Running different ideas through her head, she pressed her palm against the wall before pushing herself off of it and smiling.
“I’m pretty sure I get it.” Turning towards the right she began to walk while running her fingertips over the wall to her left.
“Just like Alice had to drink the potion to get into Wonderland, Sarah had to go into the Labyrinth and when she did, she choose left first before turning around and going right.” Stopping for a second, Tara frowned, she was sure there was something she was supposed to be looking for that would tell her when to turn left. Walking further she kept a sharp eye out for what would signal a change in direction, running her eyes over the cracked bricks she started muttering to herself.
“What am I looking for, what am I missing.” She continued walking while repeating that phrase over and over, hoping it would spark the memory she need to know what she was looking for.

“Hullo.” Tara let out a surprised squeak at the new voice before looking around trying to spot its owner. At her failed attempt of spotting it, she licked her lips before speaking, “H-hello?” A soft chuckle filled the empty space before the voice spoke again off to her right, “Over here.” Turning towards the voice she spotted a small blue worm and almost smacked herself at forgetting about him. The worm smiled and bobbed its head slightly, “You look a bit lost, maybe I can help.” Tara sighed in relief the worm seemed a bit more helpful and polite then the cat was. Nodding her head in the affirmative, she looked over the walls of the Labyrinth and realized she didn’t even know where she needed to go. “Well, I suppose your trying to make you way to the suit doors, eh?” Blinking, Tara tried to remember what he was talking about but found herself coming up blank, she hadn’t seen the Labyrinth in years so most of the tasked where blurred together.

Looking at the worm she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “To be honest, I’m really not sure where I should be going.” Rubbing her chest in frustration she leaned against the wall opposite of the worm and let out a scream of surprise when she fell backward through the wall. Shifting until she was in a sitting position she stared blankly at the entry she hadn’t seen before, blinking she was brought back at the sound of a soft giggle. “You really should be sure that a wall is a wall before leaning against it, least you bash your head if you fall through.” Snorting at the worms comment, Tara gently picked herself up and glared at the worm, which did nothing but make it laugh harder.

“Well, so much for being politer then the cat.” She muttered darkly under her breath before glancing up and down the newest hallway she found herself in. To the left the walls seemed to have sprouted moss, while to her right the walls seemed to be slick with water. Taking a gamble she began going down the left corridor, touching the moss cover wall every now and then. Looking up at what should be the sky, Tara found herself almost hypnotized watching the swirls of pink and purple that swirled around.

“You know, that the sky in a trap dontcha?” A soft British voice asked her. Snapping her gaze down from the sky and to the owner of the voice, Tara had to choke down a laugh at the newest person to add to the list. Standing in front of her with a sucker in her mouth, wearing blonde pig tail, a short dress, and platform shoes; was Baby Spice. Fighting a losing battle to keep from laughing, Tara sucked in a breath before letting it out.
“Oh Willow.”



Authors Note: Oh yeah, I did just go there! Unfortunatly I don't own her either.

J-en

[rhh21]

lmao baby spice! Genious!
Rhiannon x