WOW... I know it's been a long time and I'm sooo sorry, guys. RL just got in the way, but it looks like *knock on wood* that it is settling down some.
I know this update is short and ends in a cliffhanger, but I wanted to get this posted. I was finally able to write something, so I didn't want to keep you waiting anymore. If you find any mistakes, they are completely mine since this hasn't been beta'd yet. I'll do that soon.
I hope you like this update. It's full of angst, but remember, everything will be okay. I promise.
I am off for the next two days, so I might be able to get some more written. I'm not making any promises though. We'll see what happens.
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Title: Lost Letters
Author: Jennifer
Copyright © 2002 by Jennifer JohnsonDistribution: If you would like to archive this somewhere, please ask my permission first!
Feedback: jennpurr@yahoo.com Please, give me feedback. Good or bad. Feel free to tell me what you think. Or just post it here.
Disclaimers: All characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy/UPN/FOX and whoever else owns the rights. This is solely for my entertainment. Please do not copyright this story. All original characters belong to me.
F/F romance: If the idea and depiction of a same sex relationship bothers you, please do not read this story.
Pairings: W/T, X, B
Spoilers: None
Summary: Someone in Willow’s family has died and she discovers a painful secret.
Rating: PG to NC-17. This part is R, for violence
Angst Level: Um… 8?
My Thanks: To Danie. Thanks for being my beta/friend and for helping me out with all the suggestions. You truly are gifted for writing. I hope you continue to do so. And D, don’t forget the catnip.
Dedication: To all the W/T fans. May we always keep Tara alive in our hearts.
Author's Notes: The timeline of this fic takes place 8 years after Tara left Willow in, “Tabula Rasa.” She left Sunnydale and moved to LA. They have not spoken since that time. Willow moved out of Buffy’s house and in with her parents until she graduated from College. Now, she has her own house and owns her own business.
Story Note: Guys, this is very angsty, but if you will hang in there through the whole story, I promise you it will be well worth it. If I make anyone cry, I am very sorry. Again, I’m sorry for the angst. Hang in there.
FIC: Lost Letters, Chapter 8c
By: Jennifer
Previously:Soft.
Supple.
Full.
Gentle.
Languorous.
Tender.
That’s how she would describe them. They were all that and much more, though. Tracing a pathway up her throat, placing lingering kisses in their wake.
Tara shivered and couldn’t help but tip her head back when she felt, Willow’s mouth near her larynx. She was thoroughly enjoying the loving attention her neck was being privileged to.
Willow tilted her head more to the right, allowing herself better access to the blonde’s throat. Her lips traveled over the curve, sliding the tip of her tongue along the silky skin.
Upon reaching the top of Tara’s throat, her lips closed over the girl’s larynx, lightly suckling it.
“Mmmm, Willow,” the blonde witch, moaned.
“Tara,” Willow whispered, her lips vibrating from the moan she received. Her attention reverted back and she continued to suck on the soft flesh.
“Goddess,” unhooking her arms from around the hacker’s neck, she pushed her hands up into the girl’s red locks, holding her head against her throat.
Shifting her hips closer on her lover’s lap, her legs tightened around Tara’s back. Her own hands snaked up the blonde’s back, cupping over and hugging her shoulders. Pulling her mouth away, she left a final kiss on the mark she left.
Tara disentangled her fingers from the redhead’s hair and lifted her hands around to gently cup Willow’s breasts, her hands squeezing into the small space between them.
Sucking in a lungful of air, the hacker trailed her lips down and started working her way over to the left side of Tara’s neck. She stopped however, when she suddenly felt the other girl stiffen, the hands on her breasts clamped down and almost painfully grabbed a hold – hard.
Pulling her head back, Willow looked at Tara, who had ducked her head and was trying to avoid eye contact with her. “Baby? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice was full of panic.
She unhooked her legs and tried to move away, but two strong arms hooked around her waist and held her there.
“N-no, Willow… p-please,” Tara’s voice was barely a whisper. She didn’t look up, but she kept her arms fastened to their hostage.
“Whatever you need. Just tell me what’s wrong?” With a look of concern, the redhead waited to see if the blonde would respond. When she didn’t, her right hand came around and cupped around Tara’s chin, pulling her head up.
Their eyes locked and that’s when she caught the first glimpse of tears. The liquid tears were flowing down the blonde Wicca’s cheeks, but that wasn’t all she saw. The other discovery caught her off guard.
Tara’s eyes were full of fear.
“Tara?” she asked again. “Baby, please… talk to me.”
The blonde pulled her head back down, but quickly felt it being pulled back up again. She felt her hair fall away from her shoulder and flutter down her back.
That’s when Willow noticed something that she hadn’t seen until now. “Oh, Goddess…”
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Chapter 8c:Los Angeles – 2002
It had been about a week since Tara had arrived in LA. She had made a daily effort to go out and look for a job. The savings she had taken with her would last a short time, but finding employment was definitely a necessity.
When Tara had received a call at her hotel room for an interview, she was happy; a little nervous, but she was happy, non-the-less. A week of feeling depressed and lonely, with no one to talk to was starting to take its toll on the blonde Wicca.
As it turned out, the only time available when she had called to set up her appointment, was late afternoon – close to breaking in to early evening.
Tara knew there were vampires in LA, so she was hesitant. What if the interview ran over and she was cooped up in a building until after sunset? She was pretty sure she could take care of herself, but there was an underlying risk of danger; that was pretty much guaranteed.
However, even with everything that was at hand, she still went along with the interview.
She should have waited.
Stepping out of the door of the art museum, Tara let the door close behind her gently, as she looked up at the night sky. The stars twinkled at her, as if they were some how communicating in an unknown language.
Taking in a lungful of air, she closed her eyes and breathed out calmly, steadying herself for her journey back to her hotel room. When she opened her eyes, she took a slow stuttering step on the sidewalk before gearing up her feet to move.
She walked swiftly, or as swiftly as she could. She wanted to get to her temporary home in one piece, unharmed.
Her hands swung at her sides as she walked. Tara’s mind was occupied with thoughts of Sunnydale, Willow, and the job interview she had just finished. Somehow her mind kept going back to, Willow. She wondered how the redhead was doing and if she was thinking about her, too.
The blonde was aware that they needed this time apart, but her heart was having a hard time accepting it. Her mind was cloudy from her feelings, her body felt numb. Had her senses been clear, she may have felt the approach of the stranger behind her, but alas – it was too late.
When Tara felt a chilled hand cover her mouth and her body pulled roughly back against her attacker, the flesh suffocating her lips muffled her scream. She felt her head being tilted to the side, her neck exposed to the night air and before she knew it, the creature growled and then she felt the pain of the vampire’s teeth sinking into the left side of her throat.
She tried to scream again, her body struggling for freedom from the clasps of the demon, but he was just too strong. Her right arm shot up, her nails digging into the vampire’s arm that was attached across her chest holding her in place.
The demons hand slipped away from her mouth for a brief second, but it was just enough time for her to let out a gut-wrenching scream before the vampire once again covered her lips.
She could feel the draining of the blood from her body, bit by bit, but it seemed like as soon as the vampire had attached himself to her throat, he was now being roughly pulled away.
Tara stumbled forward, her legs giving out from underneath her as she fell to the pavement. Turning her head to the left, she could see her attacker in the shadows across the street, fighting with someone – the person she assumed had rescued her.
Wincing in pain, Tara brought her right hand up to her throat, covering her wound. She applied as much pressure to it as she could. When she saw the man hurrying over to her, she panicked. Her body tried to back up, her palms scrapping against the cold pavement and she crab walked backwards.
“It’s okay, miss,” she heard the voice say, as he continued to step closer to her, his hand exposed palm side up to her, flashing at her as if asking her to stop moving away.
Something about him, whether it was his presence or his voice, she couldn’t put her finger on it – but she felt safe. He didn’t feel like a threat to her.
Watching him finally kneel in front of her, cautiously lifting his hand towards her neck, pushing her hair aside to inspect her skin, she felt her body calm and then start to fall backwards as she began to faint.
Before she lost consciousness, she could remember feeling two strong arms wrapping around her and scooping her up.
“That’s all I can remember. When I woke up, I was in a strange bed in a room I didn’t know. Once my eyes had focused, I looked up and that’s when I saw him. He was sitting on the bed beside me, wiping my forehead with a washcloth. I couldn’t help, but start to cry. He saved my life, Willow.”
Tara squeezed her eyes more forcefully shut. The memories of that night were rushing back to her. “When he… the vampire, when he bit me, all I can remember thinking was that I wanted him to take my life. I didn’t feel like I wanted to live anymore.”
Looking up, the blonde’s eyes locked with Willow’s green ones and she whispered. “I felt lost without you,” her voice quieted at the end.
Tears were streaming down the hacker’s face as she stared into her lover’s eyes. “B-baby, I’m so s-sorry,” Willow stuttered. She leaned the rest of the way forward and embraced the blonde, squeezing her for all she was worth.
“I-it’s not your fault,” Tara said against the other girl’s neck.
“Yes it is. I forced you away. It was my fault that you left and so it’s my fault that… that t-thing… attacked you.” Willow’s tears continued to fall, her arms tightening around Tara’s back more forcefully. She clung to her like her very life depended on it.
Letting gravity take over, the blonde Wicca let her body fall back onto the bed, pulling her lover down on top of her. She felt the redhead’s naked flesh fall between her legs as she snuggled into her embrace, Willow’s arms never letting up on their hold around Tara, only now they were hugging her waist.
“I-I love you, Willow,” she said gently.
*****
TBC soon...
Questions? Comments?
Again, sorry this is so short. I hope I satisfied your wanting for another update though. More soon, k?
Thanks for reading. 
Jen
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Edited by: Jennpurr at: 4/25/03 9:57:06 pm
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Remember, she was out in the sun numerous times with Willow. 
what happened! what'd she see!!! ugh! now you've gone and made me think!!!! that makes you evil in 2 ways!!!! cliffhanger and thinking! ugh! what'll be next! 
Update... soon? Please? 
Short but it totally moves the story forward.
Puh-lease...you are the queen of the cliffhangers dear one!
