Hi Everyone,
Just me dipping in with another update.... oh and angst warning to everyone... it's about the already scary journals!!!
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The Summers’ house was silent as the Spellcaster made her way upstairs. The happy trio of women had left to go shopping and Xander had even phoned to say he’d be by in an hour or so after picking up building supplies to fix the front window. Being the only two left, Madalene wanted to check on her cousin and having made it down the hall without hearing a noise she poked her head around the doorway of Tara’s room.
“I’m going to go do my meditation now that the shopping crew is off. Do you want anything?” She smiled at the blonde.
“No, I’m kinda having a bedroom day.” Tara admitted motioning to her position sat crossed legged on the bed.
“I can make you lemonade or something though.” Madalene came into the room a bit.
“I don’t want to put you to any trouble.” Tara said softly.
“Please, it’s my pleasure.” Madalene smiled at her cousin.
“I don’t know if I did before, but I love lemonade now.” Tara let herself smile softly.
“I like to think it’s because I’m a master at making it.” The Spellcaster laughed. “So what are these?” She glanced at the books piled up next to Tara on the bed.
“What?” Tara looked to where the Spellcaster was looking having completely forgotten what she had out on the bed. “Oh they’re books, just books.” Moving her hand too quickly Tara caught one and knocked the pile spreading them over the comforter.
“Are you okay?” Madalene saw how flustered the blonde was suddenly as the books sprayed out.
“I...” Briefly Tara considered lying to her cousin but as she caught the Spellcaster’s eyes she knew she couldn’t. Sadly she shook her head and picked up a soft rainbow coloured book. In her preliminary sort Tara had worked out that this had been the first of her journals. Silently she handed it to Madalene.
Madalene took it and flipped it tentatively open to the first page seeing a picture of Willow and Tara before she flipped to the next and saw a full page of fluid handwriting.
“Journal?” She surmised softly.
Tara leaned forward and eased the first page back again. Like it had when she opened it, the first wafer thing page had stuck. Peeling it back a pretty decorated bookplate held the words:
“This book belongs to Tara Maclay.”
“Sweet Goddess.” Madalene took a staggered breath as she quickly counted the four other journals and a thought cleared in her head. “Your memories.”
“Anya kept them.” Tara nodded pulling her hand back.
“Have you read them?” The Spellcaster ran her finger over the words not reading just amazed by their existence.
“I was going to start.” She revealed shaking her head. “But I didn’t want Willow to be here.” She made the admission a bit ashamed.
“I can’t believe you have this.” Mads looked at the books again in awe. “I’ll make you lemonade.” She nodded feeling the importance of this.
“Would you...” Tara stopped what she was about to ask and let her eyes drop back to the books. “Yes thank you, lemonade would be nice.” She whispered instead.
“Would I what?” Madalene jumped immediately at the words.
“It’s just…” Tara looked up again as Madalene had answered so swiftly and so gently. “I don’t know if I can read them.”
“Do you want company?” Madalene offered softly.
“Would you?” Tara’s blue eyes brightened a little.
“Cousin, you could ask me to walk to Istanbul and get you a local sandwich and I’m sure I’d consider it.” The Spellcaster assured her. “Well you know I did come from Argentina this time alone so that would have been a good example also.”
“It’s just that, I have this strange feeling…” Tara looked at the books.
“Do you want me to read them too you?” Madalene could understand the blonde’s hesitation. “It took me three days to get the courage to read the note that was with me and it was only a page long.”
“I couldn’t ask you to...” Tara shook her head but her voice held no conviction.
“Why not? Do you not want me to know what’s in them?” Madalene didn’t mean any malice just wanted to clear up any worry. “I won’t tell anyone anything Tara, I promise you.”
“No, no it’s not that.” Tara shook her head and paused. “Would you read them to me, please.” She held out the first one again
“Okay.” Madalene took it and pushing the over a little moved up to sit beside her.
“This book belongs to Tara Maclay...” She began reaching down and slipping her hand into her cousin’s.
“I know that it will be hard to ever forget the things that I have been through but I never ever want to forget again all the beauty in my life that I almost lost because of Glorificus. I guess that is the best place to start... Glorificus as everyone knows now is a Hell God ... though maybe I should start back a bit further... it was a normal day until I finally got the courage to mention to Willow the fears that were playing in my mind about her growing powers...”
The world seemed to shift a little for the cousins as Madalene’s voice went on. A scene of a room, most probably a university dorm room filled out around them.
Clad in denim, Tara sat on the edge of a bed, talking at length with a shorthaired Willow.
“Oh, but you’re way beyond me there! In just a few… I mean ... it frightens me how powerful you’re getting.” Tara pointed out to her lover, not truly expecting the look she received in return.
“That’s a weird word.” Willow’s eyes were hard and her frown pronounced.
“Getting?” Tara tried to bluff with a nervous smile.
“It frightens you, *I* frighten you.” Willow clearly pointed out exactly what part of Tara’s praising she was referring to.
“That is *so* not what I meant. I meant I-impresses - impressive.” The words tumbled from Tara mouth as she shot up off the bed, shaking her head.
“But it was what I meant…” Tara’s narrative voice took over from the point but the scene played on for the two cousins who were both present but at the same time merely observers.
“But soon none of that would matter or wouldn’t be important at any rate.” The narration went on.
“What wouldn’t matter?” Madalene held the book to her as she looked around the unfamiliar room.
“Any of it.” Tara’s voice changed slightly as the Wicca moved from her place next to Madalene, uncrossing her legs and stepping off from the bed she shared with her cousin directly into the scene. Her white-socked feet treading silently on the door room floor.
“Tara, should you be...” Madalene watched her move. She was surprised when nothing seem to stop even though Tara stood up.
“Everything changed about an hour after this or maybe a little longer.” Tara walked across the room her hand catching hold of the closet door that hung slightly open from Willow’s hasty and angered retreat from the room.
“How? What changed it?” Madalene slowly pushed off the bed and stood up almost afraid the floor wouldn’t hold her. Her body felt light and tingly, almost that strange feeling that came a moment or two before your limb went numb when you sat on it funny.
“Glory.” Tara whispered the name, her blue eyes instantly haunted by the name.
At the prompting Mads moved her eyes down to the text of the journal again.
“It was supposed to be a simple day... just a sunny day in the middle of the week and then she was there.” Madalene whispered almost feeling pain in the words as the world shifted again and she was sitting on a bench with Tara.
Balloons and paper lanterns hung from trees. People walked around, some in costume, some holding carnival prizes. Cheerleaders waved pom-poms and chanted in order. A group of Chinese men danced, holding a large paper dragon aloft as they moved through the crowds. Flags of many nations hung from wires above the masses around them.
Madalene looked up to see a blonde in a red slip dress walking towards them a feral look on her face.
“Tara, we have to get out of here.” Madalene felt a sickly wave pass into her body and she grabbed the blonde’s hand trying to pull her.
But Tara remained seated as the woman slipped in unnoticed to sit beside her sliding her hand across the bench she slowly threaded her fingers into Tara’s, squeezing them softly when her hand was fully in place. A soft beautiful smile crossed Tara’s face as she looked down at the hands.
“I thought it would be Willow.” Tara whispered turning her head to glance at Madalene.
“Its not.” Madalene stood up alarmed and quickly she looked down into the book.
“I didn’t have a choice, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t give up Dawn to Glory’s horrible desires. I couldn’t let anyone be hurt, so I just sat there. I just sat through the pain and the agony.” She read on as best as she could as she heard her cousin yelp in pain. “I knew some part of me believe Buffy would come and save me, or Willow... Willow would just somehow know I was in trouble and make it all stop. But neither of them came and then it went dark.”
Madalene shivered as the narration continued and the world started to dim around them.
“The days I was lost there in Glory’s madness, I do not wish to recount here. Maybe I will, in a separate place and maybe when I do, the images and memories of that time will cease to haunt my mind.”
“But for here and now I will put only this. I recall every moment, every hour of every day that I spent there. Insane maybe, but like looking through a dirty window, everything that went on around me I saw, I felt and I bleed for.”
“Tara we should stop this, whatever this is.” Madalene looked up at the scene changed fully and they were encased in a dark night at the base of a tall strange metal structure looming nearby. Forcefully she shut the book in her hands and breathed out as the world spun again.
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