morning everyone...
I know everyone is very worried about the direwolf and Anya (and the others of course)... so here is the big scene... hope you enjoy
And thank you to everyone who mailed us about editing... Beth and I are trying to figure out first what stories need help and such but we will get back to everyone soon... thanks again
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Anya arrived back standing next to the couch with a stylish leather bag slung over her shoulder.
“Okay, sorry I took so long I had to find a bag.” She smiled at the blonde who was still in her spot.
“It’s ok, it’s a lovely bag.” Tara just looked up with soft blue eyes.
“Isn’t it? I got it on E-Bay for a steal.” Anya sat down again with the blonde Wiccan.
“Can I ask why you kept them?” Tara asked the question that she’d been trying to figure out while the demon was gone.
“Because they were yours.” She answered simply.
“But...” Tara frowned softly. “Oh, did you mean to give them to Willow, when she got better?”
“No.” Anya shook her head. “I was going to keep them, sorta my tribute to you.”
“Thank you.” Tara looked at the bag that Anya had placed beside her on the couch. She found it hard to think that there, less than two metres away lay what might be the key to the feelings she had inside sometimes but couldn’t get to herself. Tara was about to ask Anya for the bag, when even though the lights were on the light in the room dimmed a little.
“Are you excited?” Anya asked not noticing the change.
“I’m… oh.” She hesitated when the room flickered back a notch brighter, her blue eyes turning from the expensive bag up to the drape covered windows.
“I mean there has to be some really great stuff in here too.” Anya absently looked up as the blonde did. “You and Willow had a lot of happy memories.”
“Anya, I think you should.” Tara suddenly leaned forward, her hand reaching for the vengeance demon’s wrist.
Anya gave the Wicca a blank look for a moment as Tara’s long fingers encased her wrist and she was pulled towards the blonde. She found herself being pulled down further just a fraction of a second before the entire window shattered. Broken glass and wood splinters filled the air as the drapes were literally shredded and tossed aside.
Landing heavily on the couch on overly large heavy paws, with its jaws gaping and wide wild angry eyes scanning the room quickly there stood the direwolf.
“TARA!” Willow’s scream was the first to sound as the redhead heard the implosion in the front room and headed through the hall.
“Anya?” Xander voice echoed her as he headed behind Willow towards the living room.
“Oh God.” Tara cursed as with Anya she scrambled around heading for the hall.
“Get away from her.” Willow saw the large hairy werewolf and grabbing the poker from the fireplace batted him in the head.
“Willow no.” Tara looked up through scared blue eyes as the beast swung out a paw sending the coffee table flying towards the hacker and the carpenter. Blue eyes widened further as she heard the sound of footsteps through the floorboards.
‘Dawn and Madalene!’ She thought suddenly.
*Tara?* The Spellcaster’s mind tried to reach out to her.
*Stay there.* Tara tried to send the thought back but she knew she wasn’t focusing enough. Instead the Wicca pictured in her mind the basement door focusing on the key in the lock. With a soft click, the lock snapped into place. *Safe.*
Willow felt her body pushed back as she toppled over the weapon’s chest.
“Will!” Xander pulled the redhead backwards catching her mid fall.
“We have...” Willow tried to get her bearings. “To do something.”
Seemingly happy that the momentary distraction was over the large beast swung around again, its broad snout sniffing the air curiously.
“Run Tara!” Willow pushed her body up possessed by some unknown force to protect her girlfriend.
Tara pushed her hands on the floor to push herself up, feeling the soft smoothness of her socks skid on the waxed wooden floorboards. Anya was already on her feet trying to pull at the Wicca’s arm.
“No one hurts my girl.” Willow launched herself onto beast’s back.
She wailed the strongest punches she could down onto its head, at least managing to distract it.
“WILLOW!” Tara cried as she fell again to the floor.
“AN!” Xander hurled himself after Willow, colliding with a thick furred leg that felt like a tree trunk when he hit it with his best rugby like tackle.
Willow barely had a chance to squeak as they pitched sideways. Being tossed off the redhead bounced against the couch and slid down to the floor. One thought burned in her mind she need a weapon, she needed something. She began crawling towards the weapon’s chest.
“Oh damn it.” Anya cursed as she again tried to pull Tara to her feet and get out of there. “Why don’t I just orb out of here, leave you?” She discussed with herself annoyed. Her debated ended as the beast tossed Xander over to them. Hitting her squarely in the side he sent her crashing back to the floor and landed on top of her.
On the other side of the room Willow used all her strength to flip the top off the cabinet throwing out the useless stakes she found on the top of the pile.
Xander came up dazed as the direwolf bore down on the three of them.
“No one eats my fiancée.” He cursed spitting out blood as he turned and launched himself at the creature again. The beast hit him mid flight tossing him out of the broken front window.
“I said...” Willow stood at the side of the creature, a large axe pulled back against her shoulder. “Get away from my Tara.” She swung catching the creature and cutting off one of its arms with the weight of the weapon.
Howling in agony the beast swung around at her, its eyes red and angry as it growled at the small redhead.
“Yeah you want more.” She growled back easing the axe back onto her shoulder for another blow.
Tara managed to blink things into a better focus. It had all gone a little misty and hazy when things had started happening a mile a minute, but as she glanced over to her girlfriend she knew there was no way that Willow would stand a chance. Even if she took another shot at the beast it was ready for the redhead now. She was about to do something when Anya stood up close beside her.
“HEY! DOG BREATH! SKIRT RUINER!” The demon shouted at it trying to draw its attention away from the redhead.
The beast turned momentarily from eyeing up Willow towards Anya exactly as she had planned..
“You don’t want her, what good is she to eat.” Anya called at it. “Though can I say top marks for throwing the boy out of the window as long as you’ve not hurt him.”
“Anya we don’t need to upset it more.” Willow hissed as she backed away a bit lining up to take another shot.
“Oh.” The vengeance demon went quiet again as with wide eyes she noted that the bleeding beast was once again lumbering towards her.
It was the distraction that Willow needed as she swung downwards trying to use gravity as the axe landed in the back of the creature’s tree trunk thigh. She tried for a second to take it out but as a paw came around she let go. With a howl the beast dropped to its knees groping blindly behind it for the axe shaft.
“Why won’t this thing die?” Willow whined at Anya.
“I think…” Anya called over its growling and thrashing. “That it’s a direwolf.” The vengeance demon ducked as the creature wrenched the axe out of its thigh and tossed it away. It skittered across the hall colliding with the telephone table and wrenching the socket off the wall.
“Which means?” Willow skittered back to the weapon’s chest. “Stake?” She held one up.
“No.” Anya shook her head as the beast shook itself.
“What then?” Willow began looking through.
“It needs to be some bleee… TARA RUN!” Anya screeched as the beast literally threw itself in the Wiccan’s direction.
Tara scrambled to her hands and knees slipping again, as her exhausted arms and legs didn’t respond as quickly as she knew they should. Willow growled as she picked up a dagger and running over again caught the beast between the shoulder blades as she dug the weapon into him.
“Where’d it go?” Xander’s head popped up just in time to see Willow thrown off the howling creature’s back.
“Its there!” Anya took a moment to scowl at him. “We need something blessed or is it something silver.” She frowned as she tried to remember. “Maybe its something silver and blessed.”
“Find it then.” Xander picked up a piece of a broken window frame and swung it at the wounded creature.
Tara crawled around to Willow’s latest landing place petrified that the redhead who hadn’t got up again was hurt.
“Oh yes well it’s not quite as simple as that.” Anya scowled again.
“We need simple.” Xander ducked under another swing.
“Baby.” Tara pushed wet red hair off Willow’s forehead.
“Wow, did we go to Disneyland?” Willow looked at her with slightly unfocused eyes.
Tara chuckled softly and shook her head glancing down at the array of weapons Willow had managed to tip out of the chest. What caught her eye was a short hand axe. It had a clear silver hallmark on its small but lethal blade.
“Xander do something!” Anya whimpered as the beast began lumbering towards her again.
“I got him.” Xander threw himself at the beast again using the dagger as a handhold as he caused them both to collapse through the hallway into the dining room.
“This is silver.” Tara grabbed the axe and pushed herself up on her knees. Just as the blonde pushed up the beast came at her.
“Tara.” Willow pushed herself at her girlfriend managing to knock Tara out of its path.
“Okay, wolf boy, wolf demon, general evil thing.” A new bright voice announced another player as Buffy literally leapt in through the window landing squarely on the beast’s back. “Show’s over.” With a wide arc she flipped her long sword around and severed its shaggy head off from matted shoulders.
For a moment the beast threatened to rise but then it felt back to the floor shaking until it died.
“I am so not cleaning this mess up.” Anya pushed up from the floor shaking out her hair.
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