My Willow

Willow woke up to a growling stomach, rolling groggily in the seat. Unable to get comfortable again, she straightened in the seat, yawning. Rubbing her eyes, she looked to the person next to her, heart sinking as she remembered what happened. Unlike the other times she had woken near her, Tara didn’t make any greeting or effort to start a conversation. She didn’t even look at her. Willow bit her lip as fresh tears formed, looking out the newly uncovered window. {I slept all day? How far away from Sunnydale are we..?} She shot up in the seat, searching the landscape for a hint of where they were. 

"T-Tara? Where are we?" Tara didn't look her way, continuing to drive. She gulped, "Are we even in Sunnydale anymore..?"

"Well I can't go back to my mansion, can I?" Willow looked down. 

"That didn't answer my questions-" Tara growled and Willow flinched. 

"Just because you forced me to let you into the car, you don't call the shots." Willow narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, 

"Why didn't you just run me over?" Tara was silent for a bit, as if she didn't know the answer. 

"I didn't want to put a dent in my car. Besides, had I had a body slowing my car down, the slayer would've caught me." Willow looked down again. She guessed that made sense, but she clung to the hesitation that made her hope the vampire still cared for her. {Maybe I don't deserve for her to still care for me.} Tara pulled into a dimly lit gas station, parking around the back. Willow narrowed her eyes as Tara reached over to open the glove compartment, gasping at what was in it. Tara quickly grabbed a thick cloth, grabbing her by the neck to shove part of it in her mouth, tying it tightly around her head. Willow whimpered and shook her head, reaching her hands up towards it. Tara grabbed her hands too, yanking her out of the car. Willow stumbled, panting in fear. Tara barely even glanced at her, shoving her into the backseat without releasing her hands. Willow whimpered again when the vampire slapped a cuff around her one wrist, looping the chain through the door handle before doing the same to her other. The chain of the handcuffs was small, limiting her movement and making her quite uncomfortable. Tara didn't seem to care, though, and just shut the door, trapping her in the car. She went back up to the front, grabbing a gun from the glove compartment. Realizing what was happening, Willow shook her head, yanking at the door handle to try and open the door. Child locked. She sobbed in frustration and fear as Tara shut the window covers before closing the door, leaving her in total darkness. 

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Even with slayer speed, Buffy was still unable to catch up with a moving car, even with the delay. Coughing as dirt kicked up in the wake of the wheels, she stared after the car, stunned. Xander and Anya did the same behind her, until Anya broke the silence, 

"I think she has Stockholm syndrome." Buffy rubbed her eyes and shook her head, turning. 

"What?" Anya shrugged,

"Its when a captive falls in love with their captor." Buffy turned silent while Xander turned to Anya, eyes wide, 

"What-? You think she's in- but thats a /girl/ vampire!" Anya narrowed her eyes at him, 

"Are you saying there's something wrong with-" Xander rubbed his face, shaking his head. 

"No.. No.. Of course not its just a shock that she would be into- and hello, vampire!" Buffy just looked back at the tire tracks as Xander and Anya bickered. {Thats a dangerous path there Will.. I hope you know what you're doing.} 

((Now, I tried to show Xanders.. Confusion about Willows sexuality, since he had some in the show.. Without painting him as homophobic? There are some times when he does seem to be homophobic in the show, but I don't like to think he actually is, so much as just confused. After all, it was supposed to be him that was gay in the first place, but they switched it. Not that I'm complaining, I got Tillow))