TITLE: Crazy Baby
CHARACTERS / 'SHIP: Tara Maclay; Willow Rosenberg; Faith Lehane / Tara/Faith; Willow/Tara implied.
A/N: Crazy Baby was track eleven on Relish; story seven in this series. It was originally going to be for another track, but something happened to make me change my mind. This was also written weeks ago; though still in April, and represents a belated story for an otherwise barren month (unless it's still April in Hawaii). I wanted to wait until I'd written out the stories, but one is proving to be problematic.
Anyway for red_satin_doll another chapter in a long-delayed series.
Steadily Tara brushed her hair.
Eyes, black, chill and gleaming, shone back at her.
Eyes closed, she knew.
They laughed; cold and malicious, so dread even The First had quailed.
She felt tendrils crawling through her, trying; endlessly endeavouring to connect with the web of muscles; nerves; cells and vessels that formed her – its cell.
Whispers ghosted around her hearing; always there, never quite heard.
Circling; scenting blood, as Tara applied a tampon.
“I feel like I'm being torn apart and half of me is lost.”
She froze, for the longest time; breathed long and hard and stood up straight, placing a finger carefully beside her eye.
“Why not use a glamour?” She froze once more, forgetful, momentarily, that she wasn't alone with her.
Unsteadily she smiled; tried to smile.
Still, she applied cream to the bruise, more for healing purposes than secrecy.
It scared, the ancient familarity of the actions.
Opening her eyes, Tara stared uncertainly into the mirror.
She turned at a sigh of relief.
She reached out and took a trembling hand in her own.
She knew by that sigh that they were clear in reality; not just her own, but real.
Goddess watch over us all,