Chapter 6—Fatal Attraction

A fatal attraction holding me fast—Pink Floyd, Learning To Fly

Spike lay on his cot in the basement, listening to the soft voices of the girls upstairs. He knew he should get a bit of kip, but he was too distracted by what had been said this morning.

Dawn was having dreams too.

Tara was in on a plot to raise Buffy from the dead.

Dawn was different somehow. Older.

He rested his head on his linked hands, staring at the pipes and conduits above him. He had wondered from the first about his dreams, but decided not to share them with anyone but the Watcher, in person. He was not about to tell Dawn what they contained. The images were perturbation enough for him, much less the chit’s sister.

They always started the same way. The endings were different. But he was sitting on the coffee table, holding her bleeding hands, looking into her eyes. His mouth moved, but he couldn’t hear his words. She looked at him.

Sometimes, she kissed him.

Sometimes she just stared at him.

Sometimes she staked him. Those bothered him. What could he say to her to make her stake him after all these years?

Now that he knew what Willow was planning, he realized that he could actually have his dream come true. It terrified him, because he couldn’t be certain of the end of the dream.

He turned over onto his side, and pulled Mr. Gordo from his hiding place. He blocked out the world, and went to sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Willow waited all day for Tara, and like a spider, pounced when she was past the closet door and all the way in the apartment.

“Tara, sweetie, where have you been all day?”

Tara turned, startled, and saw the sparks in her girlfriend’s eyes. She was jacked up on magic, she realized, and knew she was in danger.

“I-I went to see Dawnie. Check on her and Spike.”

“Oh.” Willow seemed to deflate a little, then smiled wickedly. “We have some time before our night classes. Wanna?” she said, tilting her head toward the bedroom.

Tara fumbled with her head down. “I’m on my period, sweetie.”

“We don’t have to touch…we can use the magic.”

Tara frowned beneath her curtain of hair, then had a thought. “All right.”

She allowed Willow to kiss her once, then laid back on the bed. She felt the familiar tingles begin between her legs, and moaned in spite of her fear and disgust. “Oh, you like that, baby?” Willow purred, and Tara felt magical fingers prodding and caressing her all over. Her back arched as it overwhelmed her, but she kept control over the corner of her mind as she flung her arm out, grounding herself and providing a vessel.

She found a crystal on top of the table, and touched it with her fingertip as she chanted under panting breaths. Her orgasm hit her suddenly, and she almost lost her train of thought, but finally retained enough presence of mind to continue. She felt the dark magicks coursing through her, and it made her shiver even as she came again, but still she channeled enough magic away from the redhead that it exhausted them both.

She watched Willow’s eyes droop, and she curled up next to Tara on the bed. “Was it good, baby?” she asked sleepily.

“It was good. Rest, we’ll talk later.” Tara got up, slipping the crystal into her hand, and went into the other room. She put it in the pocket of an unused coat, and planned to take it to Spike in the morning. Until then, she hoped Willow wouldn’t feel the drain.


a/n: short chappie I know, but just wait until the next one...it'll blow your socks off! Thanks for the reviews!