My Willow

After a little while, Tara shook her head, her stomach growling. 

“I'm going out. Will you try to get that mans attention by screaming? It’d be useless.” Tara wasn't ready to tell her that she had enchanted the handcuffs. There wasn't a key, other than her own mind, and they couldn’t be broken. Part of Tara’s violent nature hoped for Willow to attract the mans attention so she would have reason to punish her. Another part of her just wanted for Willow to behave so she wouldn't have to do anything to harm her. Of course, the violent vampire side was winning. After asking Willow if she would keep from screaming, she got other ideas than the original that she just didn’t want to deal with humans. With her stomach growling, it was hard to keep from just drinking from Willow. Not only would it fill her hunger, and she’d finally get a taste of her blood, but it would add to her fear. The predator side of Tara craved Willows fear. She saw Willow calm, nodding, 

“I won’t scream, I promise.” Tara nodded in return, grabbing the tv remote as a second thought, putting it on the table within Willows reach, along with the chips and soda. Staring at the redhead for a moment, it dawned on Tara that Willow did know some magic, and she could sense the power in her. Of course, she wouldn't know how to break Taras enchantment, so even if she tried using magic to ‘escape’, Tara would know. At first, she thought worrying about Willow trying to escape wouldn't be a problem, since it was /her/ who insisted on coming with her. But then she wondered if this was another trick to lead the slayer to her. Last minute, she decided she needed to lay some ground rules. She wouldn't hurt Willow without reason, she knew she /couldn't/ but that didn’t mean a ‘punishment’ with reason and warning wouldn't sate her anger. 

“How about we set some rules before I go?” She echoed her thoughts, sitting next to Willow on the bed. Shockingly, Willow didn’t flinch or try to move away. “You may think you have some power here, because you forced me to bring you with me, but you don’t. Remember that.” Willow nodded quickly, 

“I didn’t think-” Tara continued, 

“Even now, consider yourself my pet. You will listen to what I say, or you get punished, got it?” Willow gulped, nodding, then frowned, 

“Wait, you said that you just /said/ I was your ‘pet’ not-” Tara hushed her. 

“I lied. Please don’t interrupt me.” Tara frowned at her instinctively added ‘Please’. It made her seem less commanding, but there was no taking it back now. “If you attract the attention of anyone outside here, I kill them. Don’t try to kill my minion - you’ve killed enough of them. If you do, I’ll find another innocent person, and make you watch as I kill and turn them.” Willow shivered at that, but hesitantly spoke up, 

“What if its self-defense?” Tara thought about that for a second, then shook her head, 

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll stop anything fatal,” Willow winced at the specifically added ‘fatal’. “Learn how to defend yourself without staking.” Willow nodded slowly, looking down at the blanket. Tara felt a momentary pang of guilt, but pushed it down and got up, glancing back at her before leaving. 

***

“Did er.. Did either of you get the er.. License plate?” Buffy croaked out, turning away from the dust. Even as the slayer, she knew there was no way she was catching up to that car. 

“Through the dust? I couldn’t even see my hand.” Anya scoffed, glancing back at the burning building. Buffy paused, a desperate sound reaching her ears. 

“Do you guys hear that?” Anya and Xander looked at eachother and shook their heads, jumping out of the way as Buffy rushed for the building. “It sounds like a voice!” 

“Buffy, there were a bunch of vampires in there, its probably-” Buffy wasn’t listening anymore, covering her nose and mouth with her shirt and rushing in the smoke filled, collapsing building. 

“HELP! DOWN HERE!!” 

"I'M COMING!" Buffy coughed, slamming her shoulder against a basement door to open it. She stumbled down the stairs, coughing again. She came across another locked door, but she could hear coughing behind it. "Stand back! I have to kick the door down!" Waiting a second, she kicked the door down, coughing at the smoke and dust it provided. Four middle aged people rushed out, clinging to Buffy weakly as she helped them up the stairs and out the building. Xander and Anya were waiting a bit outside, rushing to help as Buffy and the prisoners showed from inside the thick smoke. 

((Terribly sorry for the wait! I got in a car accident recently and needed a lot of rest, but i'm back on my feet. Heres a late holiday gift!))