Author: robotguru aka Chris, please just call me Chris
Rating: NC17, bad language and soon to be NC 17 action
Feedback: Darn tooting
Distribution: Just ask first ok?
Spoilers: This is pretty much S6 and S7 cannon, with a few differences
Disclaimer: The BtVS characters are owned by Joss, ME, etc. Rayne is owned by Majesco and Terminal Reality, producers of BloodRayne for the PS2, Game Cube and X-Box. I am only borrowing these characters
Summary: The Final battle with The First did not go well, the Turok-Han won through as Willow's power alone was not enough for the spell to turn the potentials into Slayers, her body simply couldn't take the strain, if only Tara were still alive...500 years later, a dhamir (half vampire) is sent back in time by the Brimstone Society to stop Tara's death
Not much Willow/Tara in this chapter, this is just setting the scene.
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Prologue
Louisiana: 1914
The sun had set half an hour ago, Alicia knew she was in for trouble, Louisiana had a curfew of 19:30, when the sun set, murders and rapes were common place. If the law didn’t catch her, it was likely that someone else would.
Alicia heard footsteps behind her, she turned around but saw nothing, she quickened her pace, five minutes from home, from the safety of indoors. Alicia could still not shake off the feeling that she was being followed, a lawman would have made himself known by now. Alicia’s breathing grew heavier, the footsteps behind her stopped, but still she didn’t feel safe. Alicia started to run now, but was stopped by a figure standing in front of her. The man’s eyes looked at her lustily, predatory. Alicia couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream.
A hand moved towards her, roughly stroking her right breast. Alicia backed away but soon found a wall cutting off her retreat. Fear still kept Alicia silent and soon the man’s lips were upon hers. Soon, she felt her skirt being torn away as the man thrust himself between her hips. For two minutes, a hand was roughly held to her mouth as she cried silent tears. The hand came away from her mouth and she saw the man lick his lips, two of his teeth looked oddly like fangs. The skin around the man’s face tightened against bone. The man whispered three words, “Time for desert.”
Now Alicia was able to scream, she loudly shrieked “RAPE!” The man - the vampire - ran away as doors opened and concerned friends ran to Alicia’s aid as she lay crying on the pavement.
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Louisiana: 1932
Two men wearing purple hooded robes stand near a cross on top of a church after sunset. The man on the left murmured “Tell me again, why are we in a vampire ghetto after sunset?”
The man on the right replied, “Patience. Just wait.” On the street, two figures, a male and female, ran in fear. Seeing movement in the alley, the hooded man on the right whispered “This is the woman I’ve been watching.”
The man grabbed the woman’s hand, “Come on!” The woman stumbles and the man grabs her, the momentary delay in running proved to be fatal. A whip shot out from the alley, wrapping itself around the male’s neck and dragging him into the alley. The woman backed away in fear, then her companion’s head came rolling out of the alley towards her.
Framed in the alley was a young woman with red hair, her fringe was drawn into a tight parting and her hair at the back fell over her shoulders. She wore a tight black top leaving not all that much to the imagination and tight black pants, on her feet she wore boots with metal spike stilettos. Her skin was pale, her face looked feral, her skin tight to her face as with most vampires, but somehow, her face was not distorted like most who stalk the night, there was an odd beauty about the woman’s face, unblemished by age. Attached to the woman’s wrists were curved double edged blades, extending out ahead of her arms as she held them straight out. A quick movement with her arms, and the blades shot around on hinges so that they were now extended behind her elbows.
The woman’s arms fall to her sides, the blades now pointing in the air, as she stared down the other female. She gave a thin fanged smile as she licked her lips and slowly wiped a trace of blood off the side of her mouth with a finger before licking the blood. The cloaked man on the left raised his voice slightly, “We have no need for a vampire in our ranks.”
“Half vampire, fewer weaknesses. She lusts to feed.” The chased woman falls to her knees bowing her head, shaking in fear, the predator, the half vampire - the dhamir – looks satisfied, one by one, she makes a sharp movement with her arms to rotate her deadly blades.
The chased woman’s head suddenly shoots up, her face distorted, showing the mark of a full vampire. She lunges at the redhead, slapping her face.
The sceptical hooded guy gives a short quiet laugh, “Huh. She chose a dangerous place to feed.”
“She’s hunting, searching for her father.” The vampire again lunges at the redhead, but she was not to be fooled by the same trick twice, she dodged the slap and spun, landing a heavy spin kick, taking her prey face down to the floor.
The dhamir jumped onto her victim, her knee digging viciously into the vampire’s back, she takes hold of an arm and pulls it sharply back at an unnatural angle, breaking it with a loud snap. She holds the pressure on the arm as she demands “Where is he, bitch?!?”
As this goes on, the sceptical hooded guy tries to speak, “The Brimstone Society…”
“…Needs her, we will extend an invitation. Come” The men turn to walk away, the man who spoke in favour of the dhamir leaves behind a red pendant hanging on the cross.
The vampire has let out a high pitched shriek, the dhamir stands up and thrusts her left blade into the woman’s back, picking her up, the right blade, which had been in it’s “holster” position, snaps around and slices the vampire’s head from her neck, turning her body into ash. The shriek stops, but it has drawn attention, windows break and doors open as vampires lunge into the street, they form a circle around where the noise had come from and see only a grenade.
The grenade explodes as the dhamir completes a graceful front flip onto the roof of the church. She starts to walk away, but then a glint of red catches her eye, she takes the pendant and looks at it.
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Sunnydale: 2002
Willow and Tara stand in the guestroom of Buffy’s house, hugging. Suddenly, some bangs are heard from the outside, Tara’s body jerks, then she looks confused at the site of red on Willow’s shirt. “Your…shirt.”
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Sunnydale: 2003
“Come on Willow, we need you, because quite frankly, I don’t see us winning any other way.”
Willow looks at Buffy like she has gone mad, “B-Buffy, I can’t do this, you know when I went all dark Willow? That’s the amount of power I’d be dealing with, this would send me down the deep end again Buffy and I don’t know if I can do that...I don’t know if I can come back if it…I don’t know if I can handle that kind of power…” Willow starts to cry.
Buffy looks at her long time best friend and hugs her, not knowing what to say. Her plan was radical sure, but it was the only way. “Willow, we need you.”
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Willow kneels in front of an axe in Principal Wood’s office. She takes a deep breath and whispers “Help me Tara,” Willow starts to incite an incantation.
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Meanwhile, beneath the school, in Hell itself, Buffy leads Spike, Faith and the potentials towards a ledge, “I’m not nervous.” Buffy is trying to convince herself, but even if she was at her most optimistic, she wouldn’t be succeeding. “I’m not nervous.” Buffy reaches the ledge and looks down, as do the potentials and sees the army of Turok-Han. “As long as Willow finishes her spell before they…” A rock is dislodged and the Turok-Han look up, “…See us.”
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In the office, Willow is still whispering her spell, “Tachia insta troi…” Willow feels something coming from deep inside, she screams as her face contorts in agony. A black void fills the room as Willow continues to scream, suddenly the screaming stops as Willow slumps to the floor. The glow that had been around the axe vanishes.
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The army rushes upon the potentials, a Turok-Han reaches the first one and tears her apart, potentials start to drop like flies as the Turok-Han rip through them. Buffy falls to a blow as she shouts instructions. “Buffy!”
Buffy looks weakly up at Faith and gasps, “Hold the line.”
Faith looks around, “What line?” The potentials have been dwindled down to a mere few, the Turok-Han advance on Spike wearing his amulet, Spike fights bravely but he is outmatched, soon the amulet falls from around his severed neck.
Buffy and Faith stand back to back, Buffy still holding her wound, they are now alone. “I always knew…that an apocalypse would succeed…I just hoped…that it wouldn’t be me that saw it.”
Faith opens her mouth to reply but her stomach is soon ripped open by the claws of the army, she falls and Buffy soon follows. The Turok-Han advance to the surface.
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Parts unknown, roughly 500 years later
The earth is now a dark desolate place, the skies blackened by the victorious vampire army. There is no light, no warmth, and terrors roam the land. There had been little resistance, though groups had been formed by those still willing to fight. Now, there are few humans, Rayne, a redheaded dhamir that has seen over half a millennium now, stands, looking over what the earth has become, Hell.
Two Turok-Han jump upon Rayne, she throws one off her shoulders and turns to the other, her blades snap into place as Rayne slashes away. She knows that more will soon follow, so she runs as soon as she can, feeding upon a lone vampire to regain some strength. Soon, Rayne finds a desolate building, she rolls in and runs to the furthest corner.
Suddenly, Rayne feels an almost forgotten feeling, “Rayne?”
Rayne whispers to herself, “Darkman? I thought he was dead. Mynce always did say that thinking wasn’t my strong point though.” Rayne replies to the telepathic call, “I’m here, it would seem that humanity has lost.”
“Humanity lost five hundred years ago, what they thought was their last chance was taken away a year before.”
Rayne looks confused at this, “Quit speaking riddles Darkman, I’m not in the fuckin’ mood.”
“Before the Turok-Han hit the surface, there was one obstacle in their path, two Slayers and an army of potentials.”
“So?”
“A wiccan tried to cast a spell to turn the army of potentials into Slayers, the magick was too much for one witch to complete. The army fell and darkness ruled.”
“What good is knowing this now?”
“A year before, the witch’s soul mate, another wiccan, was shot, it was a death that not even the powers that be could foresee. The Brimstone Society has found a way to send one champion back to the year she was killed, though we cannot pinpoint the part of the year in which the champion would arrive, we know that it would be a time before the death. We wish that champion to be you, you were, and still are, the best.”
“I’ll do it, how did the woman die?”
“It is useless to tell you for the event will not have happened so you will not remember. Only this conversation shall remain locked deep in your memory, you will remember what you need to when it is time. We have a name of one of her associates, Buffy Summers, the Slayer. You must remember to protect the white wiccan. Her name is Tara Maclay.”
Rayne stands up, “I’m ready.”
“Remember, without the white wiccan, all is lost, protect the white wiccan at all costs. Befriend her and her companions, her life must be spared. Without the power of the dark and the white wiccans, the earth cannot be saved.”
With these last words echoing in Rayne’s mind, she sees a white flash and then blanks out.
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Sunnydale: October, 2001
A body thuds onto the floor of an abandoned warehouse. A shaft of sunlight illuminates the body, Rayne’s body. Being a dhamir, Rayne can handle some light and is not hyper sensitive to holy objects, still, this stings a little. Rayne shuffles into a darkened corner. “Where am I?” She puts a hand to her head, momentarily disorientated, “Oh yeah, Sunnydale, 2001. Mind the step, it bites like a bitch.”
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There can be no rainbow without rain, you cannot know true happiness until you know sadness first.
Hmm, it sounds good. Yes, I can understand the feeling of writing the story but couldn't come up with a title that would fit the story very well. But please keep it up! I would want to archive it when you complete it onto my CD of Willow+Tara Fan Fiction collected stories. Thank you for contributing! 
so wrong...now im sad ...blah....im not into xbox games, but i like this fic anyway and i cant wait to see where its goin! more damnit more!
BWR 
oh well! great update!!
Great job!! 
