Author's note: Sorry for the long wait!
Warning: NC17 ahead!
Part 26:
“I’ll be back later to check in on you Ethan” Rupert curtly announced, he quickly turned around and began to walk towards the stairway.
Ethan watched him go, he was utterly confused, why was Rupert so interested in Willow Rosenberg and why the hell was he turning into a self righteous bastard? He could never be a good guy, his past was too dark and his head was too messed up. He finally shrugged not really caring that much and went back into his room, closing the door behind him.
Rupert climbed the thin metal stairs that clanked every time he took a step, they were rusty and covered in a copperish grime. He slid his hand over the sleek cool railing to help pull himself along as gravity pushed him down. The stairway kept winding and turning so much that he was beginning to get dizzy, finally he reached the next floor and final floor of the building. There was only one door in the hallway and it too bore no name of anyone who possibly lived there, the door was a creamy white with cracks in the paint that had started to chip away. He hesitated and then knocked gently with the back of his hand, he waited and when no one replied he knocked a little louder.
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Just after Willow had finished washing her own hair she heard a far off knocking from outside the bathroom.
“Who could that be?” Tara asked aloud.
Willow shrugged, “Maybe it’s my neighbor Mr. Rainey, I think some of the water from the tub may have leaked threw the floor and to his ceiling, it does that sometimes” she explained.
The red-head steadily rose from the tub and swung one leg after the other over the side. Tara bashfully watched Willow's dripping body emerge from the water. As Willow turned her back to retrieve a bath robe, Tara got her first good look at the red-head’s scars.
They were a pale red color and the pattern of how they appeared reminded Tara of capillaries only bigger, or perhaps more like red sea coral. The scars intrigued her the way they contrasted against Willow’s fair skin. As odd as it may sound, Tara began to find them to be very beautiful in their labyrinthine detail, it added more layers of mystery to Willow’s skin , it was part of what made Willow, Willow. Tara caught herself wanting to trace her fingers over the scars, knowing the texture would be smooth and raised.
Willow took no notice of Tara’s captivated gaze, she busied herself with finding a bath robe to lay out for Tara by the sink and then returned to the nearby closet to get one for herself. She wrapped the fluffy towel-like material around her body and put her arms through the sleeves. She turned around to face Tara and tied the the robe closed.
“I’m gonna go see who’s at the door, When you get out I left a bathrobe for you, it should be on the sink counter” Willow said.
Tara nodded and slid back into the tub to relax and fully stretch out her legs.
Willow opened the bathroom door and walked down the short hallway that led into the kitchen. Another knock came from the door, she quickened her pace and hastily unlocked the door opening it slightly. Rupert stared back at her with a look of determination, Willow took one long and hard look at him before slamming the door shut.
“Get lost!” she yelled from inside the apartment.
A muffled voice answered back and something heavy pounded on the door with so much force that it made Willow jump and re-lock the door.
“I just want to talk to Tara! Please! I can help you, just let me see her!”
“She doesn’t want to talk to you! Just go away!” Willow angrily replied.
He continued to pound on the door and call out his daughter’s name. Willow began to get distraught, she unlocked part of the door but kept the chain lock in place so the door only opened a crack, she glared out into the hallway at Rupert.
“Don’t you think you’ve lied to her enough? Someone as special as Tara does not deserve to have a monster as a father no matter how much you think you love her and try to pretend your her father you won’t be able to rebuild your trust with her” Willow hissed.
Rupert lowered his gaze in a defeated and knowing expression, he sighed deeply.
“I know” he choked holding back tears, “but please I just want to apologize and... and ... t-to explain things, there is no excuse for what I’ve done and I know I don’t deserve her forgiveness or yours, but I just need to see that she’s okay... Please” he begged, his voice was hoarse and weak, he was afraid to make eye contact with Willow out of fear of her cold penetrating glare.
Willow looked at him with disgust, before she could reply she was interrupted by something soft and tiny brushing up against her ankle, she glanced down and saw a small kitten looking adoringly up at her. All of a sudden Willow could hear a very warm and embracing voice in her head.
“Let him in, he can offer us protection, but first we must make him forget who he is”, Willow studied the kitten, wondering if the mysterious voice was coming from it.
She answered back by thinking, “He’s insane, I don’t want to risk anything with this guy plus I don’t even know who you are or if I should trust you”.
The kitten cocked it’s head and gave Willow a look, “Trust me, let him inside, get him to sit down then offer him a drink drugged with Lethe’s bramble, it will make him forget who his daughter is and he can protect us on our quest to find the slayer and bring back the sun” the voice answered.
Willow hesitated at first, the kitten nudged the back of her leg with it’s head as if to say ‘go on’. Reluctantly Willow unlatched the chain lock and opened the door fully. Rupert looked up at her with hope and followed her inside.
Willow turned around and gave him a cautious glare holding out her index finger before warning him, “Don’t do anything stupid, I mean it, sit down and shut up... If you can do that I’ll let you speak to Tara”.
Rupert nodded and quickly sit down in a dark green arm chair, he rested his hands on his knees and sat stiffly feeling tense and nervous.
Willow looked back at where Rupert was sitting every few seconds to ease her worries, she headed into the kitchen and began to prepare tea for herself and some for Rupert. The kitten followed her and watched while she set two cups aside while she crushed Lethe’s bramble in a separate bowl.
“Are you sure this will work?” Willow thought.
“Yes, he will forget all that he once was and is, the person who administers Lethe’s bramble to another usually is given control over what the effected person is able to remember” the voice replied.
Willow sighed deeply hoping it would work and poured the ground up contents of the magical herb into the mug of tea intended for Rupert. She added milk and honey to both cups and brought it over to where Rupert was sitting. Rupert graciously accepted the tea, put both hands around the cup letting it warm him up. Willow sat down on the couch next to him and set her cup on the low coffee table.
Rupert studied his cup unable to bring himself to look up at Willow, “So what made you let me in?” he asked.
Willow shrugged, “Pity maybe” that’s all she felt when she saw Rupert, pity for the sad shell of a man he had become.
Rupert nodded his head in somber agreement and lifted the rim of the mug to his lips before slurping some of the hot liquid down his throat.
Willow tensed and watched carefully unsure of what his reaction would be.
Rupert set his mug down next to Willow’s, the liquid in his cup remained the same level as before he had pretended to drink it.
“Something wrong with the tea?” Willow asked innocently.
Rupert grunted in response, “Very clever Mrs. Rosenberg... trying to drug me with Lethe's bramble, I suppose I deserve it. Forgive me, but I won’t be fooled that easily” his eyes still remained down, he picked at the blisters on his worn hands deep in thought.
Willow swallowed, her throat became very dry, he knew she had drugged his tea. Willow, not knowing what the unpredictable watch-man would do next, lunged for his cup of tea. Rupert’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, she pulled trying to retrieve her arm from his grasp.
Rupert looked up at her with a solemn expression, “It’s okay Willow, I want to forget... just tell Tara I love her and that I’m sorry”, with that he released her wrist and picked up the cup of tea again.
Willow rubbed her sore wrist and watched in astonishment Rupert drink the drugged tea of his own accord.
The mysterious voice entered Willow’s mind once more, “When he is done drinking, all the layers of him that displeases you shall be cut away and all that will be left is his pure form, from his life before this one. In his other life he was a protector of chosen ones, he will now be able to serve us in our quest”.
With that the kitten appeared again and hopped up on the couch with Willow , they both watched Rupert finish off the last of the tea. The cup fell from his hands and to the floor making a dull “thump”.
Rupert began to look very tired and his eyelids began to flicker closed, he attempted to keep them open but they kept on closing. He rubbed at his eyelids in attempt to wake up, a few minutes later he had fallen into a deep sleep. His head rested against the back of the chair and he began to breathe lightly in and out.
“Oh goddess, how am I supposed to explain this to Tara?” Willow whispered to herself.
She picked up the fallen cup and placed it back on the coffee table, she glanced one more time at Rupert to make sure he was asleep and quietly walked over to the bathroom.
She knocked on the door hearing movement behind it, “Come in” Tara’s voice replied.
Willow entered and closed the door behind her, Tara was in her bath robe with a brush in her hand.
“Hey, so who was at the door?” Tara asked smiling cheerfully.
“Uh... Tara? There’s something I need to tell you and your not going to like it” Willow started, she fumbled with the ends of her shirt.
“Willow? What is it? What’s wrong?” Tara responded, she moved closer to the girl before her and took her hand in hopes of reassuring the girl that she could tell her anything.
Willow took a deep breath and looked around nervously before finally meeting Tara’s eyes.
“It’s your dad... he’s... well he’s here...” Willow announced.
“I... Wuh-What? Y-You let h-him in here?” Tara replied, she backed away from Willow in shock.
Willow nodded, wincing at Tara’s reaction to her news.
“I’m... I’m sorry... there was this voice in my head... I think it was this kitten talking to me... and it told me to let him in, so I kinda did.. and then I kind of drugged him with Lethe’s bramble to make him forget himself” Willow confessed, she braced herself for what Tara would say next.
Tara’s eye’s widened, “You mean the kitten I let in last night told you t-to drug my f-father?” she asked, she wrapped her arms around herself, she felt somewhat betrayed that Willow would allow that man into their hiding place.
As if on cue the door to the bathroom creaked open and the kitten walked in, it glanced up at Tara a gave a soft “Meow”.
“Do not blame Willow, she only did what I asked of her. Your father is asleep in the living room, he is shedding his memories of being a watch-man and of being your father Tara. We need him as our ally in order to find the slayer” the voice explained inside of Tara’s head.
Tara’s fingers traced the side of her head, “I can... I can hear it too Willow” she exclaimed.
“Who are you, why should we trust you?” Tara asked aloud, the voice calmly responded, “We have met before, you and I. I will reveal myself to you when the time is right, but for now I must remain in this animal disguise. You must trust me it is the only way you will be able to survive if you wish to complete the tasks appointed to the both of you” the voice replied, it rippled threw both Willow and Tara’s minds.
“He’s in the living room right?” Tara asked reaching for the door knob, Willow nodded, “Yes, but he’ll be out for a few more hours, he won’t be able to hurt us anymore” Willow replied, she felt unsure if Tara was mad at her for complying to the wishes of a stranger, her body language was growing difficult to decipher.
Tara opened the door and left Willow alone in the bathroom, Tara walked into the living room with precaution, when she saw her sleeping father she squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered. She wasn’t ready to talk to him yet, or even ready to face him. Changing her mind, she turned around and walked back down the hallway and into the bedroom. She curled up in a ball on the cool linen sheets and studied the wallpaper, anything to get her father out of her mind, anything to distract her. She heard naked feet padding down the short hallway, she assumed it was Willow.
Willow poked her head into the bedroom and saw Tara lying down, she walked over and crouched down beside the bed to be at eye level with Tara.
“You okay?” the red head asked, she reached up and brushed some strands of Tara’s damp hair behind her ear.
“Mmmhmm” Tara replied, half of her face was pressed into the sheets making it hard to talk so all that came out was muffled noises.
Willow pressed the back of her hand to Tara’s forehead, “You feel a little warm, are you sure your okay?” Willow withdrew her hand and studied Tara’s face.
Tara nodded and closed her eyes to indicate a ‘yes’, but her eyes remained dull and not within the moment.
“You look flushed, do you want to stay here for awhile and have me bring you some dinner?” Willow asked, she felt concerned Tara looked sick, her face was warm and her eyes were half-lidded with an empty expression.
Tara gave no response, so Willow got up and dimmed the lights hoping it would help a little. The small apartment grew quiet and echoed with the steady breathing of father and daughter. Willow felt somewhat lonely so she busied herself with making some soup for Tara. She hummed under her breath a lazy tune while she located the can opener and started to lay out the utensils she would need.
She was so wrapped up in her own little world that she didn’t notice the form standing behind her.
“May I have some?” a deep rich voice of a man asked.
Willow quickly turned around and dropped the wooden spoon she had been holding, the voice had startled her. There Rupert stood, giving her a look of concern.
“I’m sorry” he said, he knelt down and picked up the fallen spoon and began to rinse it under the sink, “I didn’t mean to startle you” he said.
There was a gentle politeness to his voice, the aura around him seemed less noisy and he looked kind like anyone’s father should. Willow did not what to say, she had thought he would have slept for at least a few more hours.
“Uh.... that’s okay” she responded, she opened a drawer and removed a new a spoon.
She turned to look at him, “You wanted some right?” she asked sheepishly, she couldn’t believe she was having a normal conversation with this man.
Rupert nodded eagerly looking starved, Willow added the last of the ingredients to the boiling pot of soup and stirred it with the spoon, “Could you... get another bowl?” she requested, pointing toward the cabinet above her head.
Rupert nodded and opened the white cabinet by the shiny plastic handle and chose a turquoise bowl for himself. Without Willow saying anything he began to arrange their bowls on place mats he had found and set them on the small round kitchen table where Tara and Willow had sipped their tea that morning. Just when he was done Willow lifted the pot off of the stove and brought it over to the table. She dipped a metal ladle with a plastic end into the pot and poured a generous amount of soup into Rupert’s bowl and then her own. She put the pot back on the stove and set the temperature to the second lowest setting before returning to the table.
Rupert had found the small loaf of bread she had set aside and was now cutting a slice for Willow, he handed it to her and then began to cut his own.
“Uh... so what do you remember?” Willow asked, she had no idea what he was thinking or why he was so calm, how much did he really forget?
“I woke up and everything was sort of fuzzy you know? Like you wake up and you know you had a dream, but you just can’t seem to remember it? It’s like that feeling... I know, I know things, but I just can’t seem to remember them. It’s strange, you seemed somewhat familiar when I first saw you, but then I noticed you were making soup and I realized how hungry I was” he explained, he took a big bite of his bread and chewed.
Willow nodded, “Do you remember your name?” she asked curiosity eating away at her.
He shook his head 'no' and looked past her at the pot on the stove, “How come you made so much? Were you expecting someone else?” he asked.
“Uh... no, I was making it actually for Tara, she wasn’t feeling good so I wanted to make her some soup” Willow explained.
“Tara... That’s a nice name, do you live together?” he asked.
Willow nodded and blushed, she couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea that she was actually having a polite conversation with a watch-men who had a day ago beaten her up.
“She’s umm... my girlfriend” she replied, she wondered how this purer version of Rupert would react to her being gay, would he care?
“Is she cute?” Rupert asked smiling.
Willow laughed a little and nodded, “Very cute”, but then she began to think would he recognize Tara when he saw her? Would Tara think Willow had taken her father completely out of her life? Would she be angry and never speak to Willow again? Willow grew more and more worried as the minutes passed on.
“Do you know why your here?” Willow asked looking up at Rupert.
“I think so, I have this feeling that I’m supposed to protect you, either way it feels right to me so that’s what I’ll do I guess” he responded.
Willow watched as he finished off the last of his bread and his soup, she had hardly touched her food.
“I’m a little tired I think I’m going to join Tara and go to bed early, you can sleep on the couch if you want” Willow announced, she got up and pushed in her chair.
Rupert nodded and got up as well to rinse out his bowl.
“Want me to put the pot in the fridge for tomorrow?” Rupert asked turning on the sink. Willow poured her bowl of soup back into the pot and placed it in the sink with Rupert’s.
“Uh sure I guess, we can save it for lunch tomorrow or something” she replied, Rupert nodded and smiled at Willow, “Well goodnight” he happily replied.
Willow was too freaked out by how happy Rupert seemed to be without his memories, maybe that’s what had made him so messed up, without them he seemed harmless and caring.
The hallway floor was now cold against Willow’s bare feet in stuck to her skin and felt clammy and sticky under the palms of her feet and toes.
She quietly opened the bedroom door and let herself in, Tara was already asleep, she looked a little bit better than she had earlier. Willow yawned and began to wonder why they both felt so sleepy this whole day, they must have really drained themselves from all the magic they had done and the dreamless night that she had experienced hours earlier before she had reunited herself with Tara. She stealthily inched her way onto the mattress and managed to keep the bed springs from squeaking under her weight. The room felt colder than she had remembered so she pulled at one of the blankets and threw it over Tara’s body and her own, before snuggling close up against the other girl's warm body.
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Tara felt cold glass on her cheek, she slowly opened her eyes and saw her own dark reflection in a large glass mirror, her body was pressed up against it. She noticed the only clothing she had on was black lacy underwear, the rest of her body was naked. The mirror felt like smooth ice that cooled down her warm body, she felt disoriented and unable to stand up correctly without the support of the mirror. Something hot and wet licked at her neck and brushed her hair to the side, she instinctively moaned and felt herself being pressed harder into the mirror. Long and skillful fingers positioned themselves on the curve of her hips.
The wetness on her neck began to spread and then was paused, Tara whined wanting the sensation back, instead cool breath made contact with her wet skin making her shiver. Her nipples hardened and pressed into the glass of the mirror almost painfully. She gazed into the reflective surface with her unfocused vision and saw dark green eyes and flickering red hair from behind her.
“Willow” she breathed roughly, realizing who must have been teasing her.
Willow gave no reply, but sucked hungrily on Tara’s shoulder sinking her teeth deep into her flesh, her cold hands delved further up Tara’s warm skin and made circles over the erect features of her voluptuous breasts. Tara couldn’t move her limbs properly, her body was ignoring all of the nerve impulses her mind was sending to it, all she could do was watch her self in the mirror being tantalized by Willow’s arousing touches.
This Willow seemed different somehow, there was something dark and dangerous about her aura, something undead.
Willow slid her knee in between Tara’s legs from behind and forced them to move apart giving her more room. Willow grinded her knee deep into Tara’s center and stroked her through the damp cloth of her underwear with two fingers. Tara felt like she was going to burst, She needed Willow to keep going, to increase the friction, but she grew more afraid. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this, it was surely too soon.
Her body continued to remain paralyzed, it only moved under Willow’s command, which pushed her to the very edge. Tara breathed heavily, her eyes roaming frantically all over Willow’s form in the mirror, her fears were obvious and Willow smirked knowing this was sweet torture for Tara.
“S-S-Stop...ahhh... W-Willow... d-don't...” Tara struggled to say she couldn’t focus and get the words out correctly or fast enough.
Ignoring Tara’s audible protests Willow’s hand slipped past the elastic of the black underwear and spread Tara’s innermost lips tracing the outline of her pussy with her fingertips. Tara shuddered biting her lip, she breathed through her nose smelling the musky scent of sex. Suddenly Willow drew her fingers away knowing the effect it would have on Tara leaving her in a helpless state her body begging for more contact. Willow brought the wet fingers to her mouth and licked them, Tara watched vigilantly in the mirror taking in the erotic sight.
“What a naughty little kitten you are, all wet and I’ve hardly even touched you” she whispered in Tara’s ear, She could feel Willow’s hot breath on her ear and her tongue swirling around each syllable, every word made her blush at how exposed she felt.
“Here” Willow said taking Tara’s hand in her own, she pressed it down past Tara’s underwear and pressed two of Tara’s fingers so that they teased her entrance, “See for your self”, Tara’s heart sped up and she began to breath very hard.
Her clit was throbbing and she could feel the liquid coating her fingers entwined with Willow’s. Willow pushed Tara’s fingers a little further inside her tight sex and made them curl so they hit her sweet spot. Tara shuddered, her knees felt weak and the muscles in her legs began to give out shaking from strain. Willow pushed her roughly against the mirror, her free hand cupped Tara’s sex through her underwear pushing Tara’s fingers in deeper. Tara let out a moan, her stomach muscles felt like they were tightening and the walls of her sex contracted against her intruding fingers. Tara’s hip unconsciously began to thrust in time meeting her fingers, she held her breath feeling something inside her begin to swell and expand. Her throat felt tight from lack of air and she sensed that she was about to pass out, but she still continued to hold her breath and thrust against her hand.
“Your so beautiful when you touch yourself my little kitten... I could just eat you alive” Willow hissed, Tara opened her eyes wider watching Willow in the mirror.
Just at the brink of her first orgasm, Willow revealed her fangs which gleamed pearly white and sharp in the mirror, Tara sucked in a deep breath in horror as Willow bit down on her throat puncturing deep into her flesh and drinking Tara’s rushing blood. Tara cried out in pain, it was like two thin nails were being impaled into her skin. Willow pushed Tara’s hand farther inside herself so that it filled her entirely making her come. The swell inside Tara had exploded and released the most intense sensation she had ever experienced.
Willow released Tara drawing back her fangs, she licked at the blood that began to pool at the bite marks with her tongue. Tara could feel her entire body pulsing and shaking, she panted hard trying to regain her breath. The throbbing of her sex began to slow down as did her rampant heartbeat that was pounding loudly, she could feel the sound in her throat. Willow laughed wickedly and was swallowed up by the darkness. Tara closed her eyes feeling sweat crawl down her body in droplets, she focused on her breathing and finally opened her eyes again. She was back in her bed with Willow sleeping next to her, the red-head’s arm was wrapped protectively around Tara’s waist and her face was snuggled up to Tara’s neck. Willow breathed lightly, her warm breath caressed Tara’s skin, the look on her face was peaceful and dreamy.
“Was it all just a dream?” Tara thought to herself, she looked up at the ceiling studying the imperfections.
Tara turned over on her side carefully so she didn’t wake Willow, she draped her own arm over Willow’s that was wrapped around her waist, and that’s when she felt a wet stickiness between her legs.
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Thanks for the feedback 
Although what's this Vamp!Willow thing about? I'm really hoping it's not foreshadowing.
Boo short update! 
That made me LOL!
It sounds like you had quite an experience this summer, *smirks* 
this was true 
