Author: Taras Shadow – hollynight03@yahoo.ca
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME and UPN. Except, of course, any Originals.
Feedback: Yes please, everything is welcome
Pairings: W/T
Rating: PG 13 – R (if any higher, I will let you know)
Summary: Willow Rosenberg isn’t who she thinks she is and Tara Maclay will guide her through a rough battle between the Heavens and Hell.
**Note: Angst is a must in this fic, heartache and losses. Also a little of the happy side to even things out.
Flashbacks or in italics
**Note #2: I also split this up into parts and chapters which will be either in Tara’s POV, Willow’s POV, or just narrated by the third person. I hope this doesn’t confuse you.
**Last Note: I will be working on this from time to time, I also want to finish up NANLT! Thank you for those who are being patient and waiting. I will have an update up soon. But first, let’s see how this goes so far. Let me know what you think.
Blue Angel
Prologue
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The Light. The bright star that shone through that night. She came to me, in my dreams, in my heart, in my memory. She spoke so softly, the sound of her voice rung through my ears, through my body, through every inch of my being.
She held me so close, so close there were no space between us. There was never any space between us, just skin or a sheer robe, whispered words, feather light touches. I felt safe there, in the warmth that was her. I never saw her face until that evening, when the powder blue vale fell from her head and her beauty was unravelled.
“Don’t be afraid.” She whispered. “Don’t be afraid when I tell you, you’re the one.”
I remember being confused, I remember giving her a look like no other. I wasn’t sure if I hurt her or not, if I did, she hid it well.
I never got her name, no name. Just Beautiful. I called her: Beautiful Blue Angel. Her eyes were the colour of the bluest sky, her smile was as wide as the ocean. Her voice, her voice couldn’t be compared to anything. It was so genuine, so enchanting, so…her.
“Come lay with me.” She whispered, patting the mattress.
I looked at her as she spread across my bed, her arms open and inviting. “Okay.” I nodded softly and crawled in next to her. “Who are you?” I asked gently, staring at the wall in front of me, focusing on her breathing.
“I am yours.” She replied simply.
I smiled and let out a soft laugh. She was mine, and mine alone; but who was she? “Blue Angel, who are you?” I asked again, more softer but firmer. She wouldn’t answer until I turned my body to took at her. I watched her features and stared into her eyes intently for the first time. I couldn’t shake the feeling she gave me: Comfort.
“My name is Tara, Tara Maclay.” Blue Angel closed her eyes. “I come from a generation of Angels. We protect the innocent, we save them, we guide them.”
“Angels?” I quirked an eyebrow, this woman was just so beautiful, I really had no reason not to believe she was an Angel. From Heaven. But why does she want me?
Blue Angel nodded her head and smiled softly. “We’re not sent from God, Willow. We aren’t those kind of Angels. We protect those who hold a lot of power, who need guidance onto their road of destiny.”
“Isn’t that what the Angels of God do too?” I asked, somewhat baffled. “So you’re not from Heaven?”
Her grip tightened around my waist and squeezed gently. “I am from Heaven, I am from above and I do watch upon those. So many levels of Heaven, so many kinds of Angels. I can’t exactly tell you what God’s Angels do, it’s really out their for those who believe and what to believe in. Those Angels watch upon you, yes, but they also guide you through rough times when you’re dying or someone else is in need of strength.”
“Am I dying?” My eyes went wide and she giggled at me.
“No sweetheart, you are not dying.”
I was confused, here was this Angel in my bed, holding me, but why? I needed answers. Willow Rosenberg doesn’t rest until she receives answers.
“Have you ever heard of the Mother Goddess?”
“You mean the Goddess who was captured and sent to hell because she never protected her own children from Satan’s Minions?”
“That would be the one.”
“I have, obviously.” I grinned at her, the moonlight glowing over her body curves.
“Willow?” She sat up and took my hand. “I want to explain everything to you, I need too. But I’d rather show you.”
I watched her face scrunch up, I know it’s supposed to be a serious moment, but she’s so adorable with her thinking face. “What is it?”
“You have to be prepared for what you’re going to see. Some of it is nice and you’ll love what you’ll remember, but sweetie, most of it is hard to understand and grasp. Okay?”
I nodded and took her hands in mine. “I trust you.”
She smiled her lopsided smile. “You should.”
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TBC
~Holly~
"I've got this ache, and I thought it was for sex, but it's to tear everything to fucking pieces." Ginger - Ginger Snaps
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So
is the 'Key'? What kinda 'Key'? We talking 'Glory type Key' or just 'very important to plan type key'?
as an :angle. That I can so see.
more. Update soon, please?
and
and I'll stop buggin ya