Post by Amber on Jul 8, 2006 7:43:05 GMT 10
Spinning into Darkness by QueenC aka Amber
Summary: This is a drabble, or a POV, whichever you would like to call it. In the moments Willow held Tara after Warren shot her. Her lover, dead in her arms. What it might have felt like, what she might have been thinking.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, events, or television shows in this drabble. All of it belongs to the god himself.
"Your shirt...," I hear Tara say as I look at her after I heard the noise resembling a gun shot. I widen my eyes as I see a bullet has gone through Tara. Blood has splattered all over me, but what does it matter? Tara was just shot!
"Tara!" I say as I catch her when she's falling to the ground.
'Oh God...,' I think. I'm actually not sure if I can think properly at the moment...
"Tara! Please baby!" I say as I try to revive her with my words. I know she's dead, but I can't admit it to myself. It was all just so surreal. I keep thinking to myself, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening...but it is. My lover is leaving me! I have to do something.
'Why would anyone shoot my sweet, beloved Tara?,' I ask myself as tears form in my eyes. This grief, pain, despair, anger...it was over powering. Consuming me, all of me. It wasn't going to leave anything behind...and it shouldn't. Why should I be alive...when my sweet Tara isn't? What reason is there for me to go on? If Tara isn't here...there is nothing left for me. Not really. I felt these feelings triple in strength at that thought.
I begin to tremble from the inside, on the verge of breaking down right there...but then something hits me...Someone, a person or demon had done this. Why shouldn't I destroy their life, as they have Tara's and my own? What doesn't give me the right? What gives them a good reason to live...after they have took the one light out of my world. I begin to beg Tara to wake up, just wake up...like nothing had happened. But she wasn't going to...ever again. Someone shot the most beautiful person in the world, and killed her. They were going to pay!
Something in my mind tears at the breaking point at thistime. I just couldn't handle it anymore...these feelings are consuming me, doing exactly what I had thought they were going to do...I had known it. I had known that they were going to do this...and why wouldn't they? I had just lost the most important person in the whole world to me...
But then a thought occurs to me. Most likely because of the over consuming emotions...but also, because I had done something similar earlier that year. I was a powerful witch...why couldn't I have Osiris bring her back? it had worked with Buffy, why couldn't it work with Tara? So I begin to try that.
Osiris appears. But he keeps saying that he can't do anything...over and over again. No matter how hard I plead. He says 'she died a human death, by human means'. I don't have a care in the world HOW she died. I want her back. Well, I do care how she died, because I was going to kill her murderer the same way...but right now, getting her back was more important than that...and now he's telling me I can't. I injure him, with something coming from my mouth. I'm not sure if I killed him, and by this point, I don't care.
I sat there with Tara for a few minutes...just...holding her. It was the last time I was ever going to hold her...ever. Again. All because of one tiny piece of metal. It ruined my life, destroyed my entire existence, and hers. I was never going to look into her beautiful eyes again, never going to see her smile or laugh. All because of this tiny piece of metal. And whoever had shot it. Oh, yes. They would pay.
I lean down, giving Tara a light kiss on the lips before leaving...our final kiss...I look down at my chest, where the bullet would be if I were the one who had been shot. I wish that I could have died with her. It would be less painful, and that wasn't meant in an ironic way...I think that dying would be simpler...and I could be with Tara...But not until this brutal murder was avenged...maybe after I avenged her death, I could just get rid of myself on this Earth and be with her. Things would be so much better and less painful. Even if I weren't to go to heaven with her...was hell any better than living in the world without my precious Tara? Most likely.
I walk downstairs, and outside. I see an ambulence...but I didn't really care what was going on at the moment. All I know is that Tara is dead, up in the bedroom where we had spent so many blissful hours together, and whoever had stopped that from happening ever again had to stop breathing. I walkover to Xander, who seems to be in shock himself. He looks worriedly at me, but again, I don't care.
"Willow, what happened?" he asked me. I disregard that question. I'm not able to say it yet. No. My lover couldn't be dead...there must be a way to bring her back. There must be. And if there was, then she wasn't really dead, was she? So I make myself ignore the question, despite my blood-stained shirt that proved almost finally that she was gone.
"Who did this?" I say blankly, and darkly. Too angry with whoever did to start crying at the moment...
"Warren." he told me. I am shocked. I didn't know that that boy had spine. That doesn't matter. Pretty soon, he wouldn't have one.
"Warren." I say, confirming it, and start walking down the street to get some fuel power. Walking down the street, spinning into darkness.
-fin-
Hope you liked it!
I have a Willow Muse right now, I swear...
Summary: This is a drabble, or a POV, whichever you would like to call it. In the moments Willow held Tara after Warren shot her. Her lover, dead in her arms. What it might have felt like, what she might have been thinking.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, events, or television shows in this drabble. All of it belongs to the god himself.
"Your shirt...," I hear Tara say as I look at her after I heard the noise resembling a gun shot. I widen my eyes as I see a bullet has gone through Tara. Blood has splattered all over me, but what does it matter? Tara was just shot!
"Tara!" I say as I catch her when she's falling to the ground.
'Oh God...,' I think. I'm actually not sure if I can think properly at the moment...
"Tara! Please baby!" I say as I try to revive her with my words. I know she's dead, but I can't admit it to myself. It was all just so surreal. I keep thinking to myself, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening...but it is. My lover is leaving me! I have to do something.
'Why would anyone shoot my sweet, beloved Tara?,' I ask myself as tears form in my eyes. This grief, pain, despair, anger...it was over powering. Consuming me, all of me. It wasn't going to leave anything behind...and it shouldn't. Why should I be alive...when my sweet Tara isn't? What reason is there for me to go on? If Tara isn't here...there is nothing left for me. Not really. I felt these feelings triple in strength at that thought.
I begin to tremble from the inside, on the verge of breaking down right there...but then something hits me...Someone, a person or demon had done this. Why shouldn't I destroy their life, as they have Tara's and my own? What doesn't give me the right? What gives them a good reason to live...after they have took the one light out of my world. I begin to beg Tara to wake up, just wake up...like nothing had happened. But she wasn't going to...ever again. Someone shot the most beautiful person in the world, and killed her. They were going to pay!
Something in my mind tears at the breaking point at thistime. I just couldn't handle it anymore...these feelings are consuming me, doing exactly what I had thought they were going to do...I had known it. I had known that they were going to do this...and why wouldn't they? I had just lost the most important person in the whole world to me...
But then a thought occurs to me. Most likely because of the over consuming emotions...but also, because I had done something similar earlier that year. I was a powerful witch...why couldn't I have Osiris bring her back? it had worked with Buffy, why couldn't it work with Tara? So I begin to try that.
Osiris appears. But he keeps saying that he can't do anything...over and over again. No matter how hard I plead. He says 'she died a human death, by human means'. I don't have a care in the world HOW she died. I want her back. Well, I do care how she died, because I was going to kill her murderer the same way...but right now, getting her back was more important than that...and now he's telling me I can't. I injure him, with something coming from my mouth. I'm not sure if I killed him, and by this point, I don't care.
I sat there with Tara for a few minutes...just...holding her. It was the last time I was ever going to hold her...ever. Again. All because of one tiny piece of metal. It ruined my life, destroyed my entire existence, and hers. I was never going to look into her beautiful eyes again, never going to see her smile or laugh. All because of this tiny piece of metal. And whoever had shot it. Oh, yes. They would pay.
I lean down, giving Tara a light kiss on the lips before leaving...our final kiss...I look down at my chest, where the bullet would be if I were the one who had been shot. I wish that I could have died with her. It would be less painful, and that wasn't meant in an ironic way...I think that dying would be simpler...and I could be with Tara...But not until this brutal murder was avenged...maybe after I avenged her death, I could just get rid of myself on this Earth and be with her. Things would be so much better and less painful. Even if I weren't to go to heaven with her...was hell any better than living in the world without my precious Tara? Most likely.
I walk downstairs, and outside. I see an ambulence...but I didn't really care what was going on at the moment. All I know is that Tara is dead, up in the bedroom where we had spent so many blissful hours together, and whoever had stopped that from happening ever again had to stop breathing. I walkover to Xander, who seems to be in shock himself. He looks worriedly at me, but again, I don't care.
"Willow, what happened?" he asked me. I disregard that question. I'm not able to say it yet. No. My lover couldn't be dead...there must be a way to bring her back. There must be. And if there was, then she wasn't really dead, was she? So I make myself ignore the question, despite my blood-stained shirt that proved almost finally that she was gone.
"Who did this?" I say blankly, and darkly. Too angry with whoever did to start crying at the moment...
"Warren." he told me. I am shocked. I didn't know that that boy had spine. That doesn't matter. Pretty soon, he wouldn't have one.
"Warren." I say, confirming it, and start walking down the street to get some fuel power. Walking down the street, spinning into darkness.
-fin-
Hope you liked it!
I have a Willow Muse right now, I swear...
