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Willow sat on the edge of her bed as Kennedy layed asleep. Nothing was stirring outside in the L .A. Breeze. Nothing but the sound of late party-goers, people that WIllow couldn't be a part of if her life depended on it.
Dreams had been finding Willow lately. Dreams she hadn't had since...Tara died. Horrible dreams found their way, dreams of Tara burning into cinders in the pits of a hell. Tara screaming her name. Tara crying.
Tara, Tara. Poor poor Tara.
Kennedy's touch nearly made Willow shriek.
"Somebody's jumpy tonight," Kennedy said leaning back on the pillows.
"I'm sorry. It's just...I had a night mare and I can't go back to sleep."
"What was it about?"
"Tara. Tara was screaming for me to help her. She was crying and blood was...God, the blood." Willow leaned back on Kennedy feeling the dryness of the tears sprinkling its self upon her.
"Don't think about it. Tara's in a good place now. It must have been something you ate," Kennedy said running her fingers through Willow's hair.
"Yeah." Willow cracked a smile. "I guess icecream isn't good for the sleepin'."
It was raining outside the skirts of the Sunny Dale crater. The wind blowing and the sky was turning black. The forces of the dried hellmouth were pushing against her insides, warning her to move from the plain. But she did no such thing. Vengence drove her. Unguided hatred flooded her viens and something was speaking to her. They wanted her to know something about someone. Someone missed her...hated her.
"My Goddess," a wicca woman said coming closer.
"I am no Glorificus. I told you not to call me that. I am Tara. You call me that. That's what someone I once knew called me," she said with a juicy grin.
"She is not here."
"Of course, she isn't. I could have told you she wouldn't be here. I just wanted to visit my grave, my home town. It's a shame it's gone. I would have loved taking it out myself."
"We have cordonates on The Slayer for you."
"I don't need a map. I can feel her. My love mourns me. She mourns me and drains herself. She gives me their exact location. Poor Willow. I wish...."
"Yes, my- Tara."
She licked her teeth and said, "Nothing. Ready my car. I wish to be in Los Angeles by sun set." She brushed pass the startled woman and pulled open the stretch limo.
"But how will we arrive so quickly."
She smiled as kissed the woman. "We're on the very Hellmouth! You figure it out."
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