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Tara carefully moved out from under Willow's arm and slipped out of bed, the floor was a nauseating cold, it prickled her skin and made it very uncomfortable to walk. Her bare feet padded slowly across the floor, her finger tips traced the worn wallpaper to guide her along the darkly light hallway. When she reached the bathroom she twisted the knob to the door and let her self inside. She picked up a folded towel and starred at it, there was no avoiding it she would need another shower. Sighing deeply, she set the towel aside on the sink counter so she could remove her night clothes. Tara opened the glass door to the shower on the opposite

Tara felt a cold hand on her back, the ink had dried quickly and hardly smudged, she felt a burning sensation begin to grow, but she held Willow's penetrating gaze until tears blurred her vision. It felt like someone was holding the hot flame of a candle directly above her back, letting the wax drip and sear her naked skin. "audite nos valde deus helios of sol solis nos es vestri vernula nos peto vestri suffragium unbind nos solvo nos permissum nostrum vox flow libere!" Willow cried out, her right hand pressed into the center of Tara's back. Tara's hand begin to burn and sting, she could see white energy emanating from the ring on her finge

Tara's dreams did not come for a while, her mind was lost in it's own world and her body floated in the darkness until finally her imagination opened up. She dreamt she was in her own bed, the lights were off in her room and she was under the covers. She heard a soft giggling and turned to see Willow laying next to her, sharing her pillow. The red head's eyes were bright and full of stars her smile made Tara's stomach flutter in false relief. Willow's arms were wrapped around her and she felt warm, it was as if only she and Willow existed under the dark blue fabric of her blanket and that was the extent of their world. Dream Willow leaned in

Willow sat up and tears threatened to fall from the cornners of her eyes at any moment, she glared hatefully up at Tara's father. Rupert sneered back at her, he shut the door and picked up a small box near his feet, he removed two shiny objects from it and walked over to where Willow sat. Willow inched backwards nervously, he was a watchman he couldn't be trusted. "Come here or I will force you" he growled, Willow shook her head and continued to scoot backwards like a stubborn child. Ripper grabbed her wrist and pulled her up to stand before him, Willow winced at the pressure he was putting on her skin, it would surely be bruised at this ra

Rupert stood in the doorway to the storage room of his house, Willow Rosenberg, the person he had spent all last night searching for was in his house performing magic with his daughter. The words of the fortune teller he killed echoed in his head, the old woman had warned him of a stranger who would steal the heart of his daughter and make Tara loose her trust in him. He couldn't allow that, Tara was his daughter, how could she do this to him? Keep a secret like this from him, he gave her everything and protected her every day since the day she was born. Then he began to wonder what else she had been keeping from him, she had never told him

That night Tara dreamt of stumbling through the dark hallway of her house and opening the last door at the end of the hallway, the one with the peeling white paint and scratched up rusty door knob with a broken lock. She pushed her way past the door blindly, and found herself inside of an attic that smelt of old perfume and dusty fabrics that had holes in them from moths. The small room was filled with all sorts of junk that no longer worked or was simply deemed outdated, there were several broken computers that lay about caked in dust and laced with the white coils of what looked like were once wires. Several carboard boxes were clumped tog