XwickedXwiccan Hopefully you’ll find out in this part, but…maybe not….muhahahaha
WiccansIllusion You’ll find out whom the vamp is in this one, and we will find out why they’ve kept their soul.
vix84 Thank you, and I do hope you won’t be disappointed where I’m going with this.
TheWhiz Thanks for reading. Do come back, and I hope I’m keeping this entertaining enough to keep your interest.
Tulipp Poetic? Thank you. I’ve never had my writing described like that before, but thank you. And yes, my with holding of ideas has been intentional and indeed is essential to the master plan. I’m glad you’re interested as to where it’s going. And thank you for replying, it means a lot to my muse and me.
mollyig Whenever I think of Tara and Willow I picture them with this synchronicity that is engrained within their soul. Thank you for your comments.
VmpIrslAr Glad someone likes vampy goodness with me!! I’ll give out more but, the whips? PLEASE!!
Centauri2002 Don’t worry, eventually, after I’ve given up the eluding, I’ll pop into third person. First is just too hard to do when your trying to get two POV’s down. You’ll have to read to find out whom got vampy, and we agree, Willow and Tara together in any story is just…bliss. And I just prefer the twisted!
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Title: The Coldest Sunrise (pt 3/?)
Author: Kerri Raven
Rating: PG (For some smoochies, but hea! I say G!)
Summary: Only love can banish the cold. Willow and Tara face what has happened, along with the gang.
E-mail:
raven@clanross.netDistribution: Mainly for the Kittens, but if anyone wants it, just ask, and let me know were it’s going.
Disclaimer: All related characters, belong solely to Joss “bad man” Wheton, Weston or however the dork spells it, ME, and the little “Gerr, arg” monster! Meaning: it’s not mine! Just the story idea!
Parings: W/T. (Really, come on now! Who else!)
Feedback: Pppppplllllllllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Perty perty please! I don’t know whether to give up or keep on going! ANY responses are just…worshiped!!!
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Breaths are drawn, due to mixed reactions as we enter the Magic Box. I suppose some reactions are due to our appearance, because well, sleeping in a cave doesn’t leave you as fresh as you would like to hope. The other reactions could be due to both of our disappearances the other night, and my lover’s disappearance even before that.
“Oh my God, Tara, Willow, are you alright?” Buffy asks, rushing to us, genuinely concerned.
“I guess were okay, in a manor of speaking.” I look to my soul mate, and I see her backing away from the Slayer, and the concept finally flashes though my mind.
Vampire afraid of Vampire Slayer.
I wrap my arm around her, and pull her closer to my body. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, and surprisingly, okay, well, not surprisingly, I’m not afraid for my own well being. My eyes meet those of Spike whom was sitting at the circular table, and understanding flashes between us.
“Slayer, I think your scaring ducks over there.” Spike points out softly. Her hazel eyes flash over the both of us, and recognition flitters over her features.
“Oh God. No. Please.” The blond falls to the ground, tears coursing down her cheeks. She hugs her knees close to her chest, and rocks back and forth, repeating the word “No” constantly.
Each of us is frozen, not expecting Buffy’s agony. Finally, my lover slowly lowers herself next to the crying girl, and raises her face, looking into the Slayer’s eyes.
“I’m still me Buffy, I just have no hope of getting a tan now.” She gives a little half smile, and suddenly, she’s holding the blond, as the girl just threw herself at her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I never wanted you to get hurt. I’ve always tried to keep you guys safe. I’m a bad slayer. I’m a bad, bad slayer. Oh I’m so, so, sorry.” Buffy cried.
“Buffy, It’s okay, this is not your fault. The one whom has done this will pay. It’s okay.”
For some reason the “The one whom has done this will pay,” line chilled me to my bones, but I shook off the discomfort. She would never hurt anyone…would she.
“So, Willow. What’s it like to have your girlfriend as a vampire?” Anya pipes up from her place behind the counter.
End Part Three
I couldn’t just leave it there but I also couldn’t not continue until next weekend either! Here yea go! Oh by the way, PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!
Title: The Coldest Sunrise (pt 4/?)
Author: Kerri Raven
Rating: PG (For some smoochies, but hea! I say G!)
Summary: With Tara as a Souled Vamp, Willow being the ultimate support-o girlfriend and Buffy being emotionally cracked, as weird as this is, it couldn’t get worse? Could it?…
Timeline: I’ve finally figured out where this baby takes place. At the end of season four, before the beginning of season five. Here I diverge off, and can PLAY!
(All previous disclaimers withstanding.)
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“So, Willow. What’s it like to have your girlfriend as a vampire?” Xander from his place next to his girlfriend, groaned and dropped his head.
Willow being as calm as she could, gave the ex-vengeance demon a tolerant smile, but ignored the question. Tara from her place holding a somewhat calmer Slayer shared a look with her girlfriend. Giles, having been at the grand sized table researching, was cleaning his glasses in a classic gesture.
“U…um Tara. I don’t mean to sound rude but…W…why are you so….so…”
“Tame?” The blond witch offered.
“Y…yes. I s…suppose that would do.” Giles stammered out.
“We really don’t know. That’s why we came here. We hoped you would know.” Willow said, taking some of the heat for the blond.
“Blondie has her soul.” Everyone stared at Spike. He looked around.
“What! A bloke can’t have some answers some of the time?” The vampire said defensively.
“I…I had already kinda figured that one out. But w…why?” Tara asked, assisting Buffy in standing, than climbing to her feet.
“I think that the best theory to believe at this point is that because the two of you,” Giles gestured to the two witches, “have such a strong spiritual and magickal, that the two of you may share the same soul. Therefore, because Willow is still alive, Tara’s soul remained intact.”
The two women looked into eachother’s eyes.
“Solutes.” Willow whispered softly. Tara caught the redhead’s hand in her own.
“Forever.” Suddenly, a rumbling growl echoed by a vocal growl came from Tara. She closed her eyes tightly, and bent over, clenching her waist tightly.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Tara opened her eyes slightly, and Willow had to force herself not to draw back at the gold flashing orbs.
“Bloody hell! You haven’t fed have you?” Spike exclaimed, pulling a flask from one of the pockets of his leather duster. He tossed the metal canister to the blond. She unscrewed the top, and each gasped as her face contorted.
Tara could no longer deny her body of the blood it craved, and when the first metallic sent reached her nostrils, she could not prevent the demon from coming fore. She gulped down the contents quickly, and had to fight the disgust and horror that she felt for having to ingest the fluid. But a dark part, a part that the blond was trying hard to ignore, was in ecstasy at having tasted the blood. And it wanted more.
When she drained the last of the contents of the flask, it took all of her will power to force the demon into submission. Her features returned to normal, and she tossed the flask back at the suprised master vampire.
Ducking her head, she let her hair cover her features, as she feared the reaction of her love, and the reactions of her friends.
“Well, now that that little melodrama is over, shall we research?” Giles said, trying to ignore the sadness that filled him, at the thought of a girl that had quickly become like a daughter to him, had to consume blood to stay alive.
Both witches nodded, along with a somewhat dazed slayer. They both walked to the table, and waited patiently as the watcher gathered books to look through.
“I’ve got one question goldie locks.” Spike said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that fell over the group. Tara looked up, questioningly.
“Who turned you?” There was a very long pause.
“Dracula.” Was the only response. Shocked eyes all turned on her.
End part four.
P.S. I’m extremely sorry but I won’t be able to update except on the weekends. As always, I hope you enjoyed it and don’t hate me too much for vamping Tara! Thank you to everyone who's commented and for everyone whom has read! You guys are my inspiration!
Kerri (The panther kitten with an eternal caffeine rush)
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Forward, but never Straight
Edited by: WillowsSlave at: 9/15/02 6:53:13 pm
at: 12/29/02 8:04:45 pm
In a twisted kinda way. 
