Title - Torturing Touch
Author name - Auburn
Email Address - GemmaQT@hotmail.com
Rating - PG-13 I'll let you know when it's NC-17
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Giles stood watching the man chanting words he was reading from the scroll in his hands, Willow was holding the still dazed Tara by the waist, soothing her softly whilst trying to figure out a spell that would knock the scroll out of the man’s grasp.
Holding up her free hand towards the man Willow whispered a word and waited for the scroll to move, but nothing, she tried again, but still nothing!
“Shit!” she shouted, starting to panic. Why weren’t her powers working?
The redhead looked over at Giles as the Englishman just stood there and she saw what he was holding.
‘Giles the axe’ she spoke into his mind.
“Goodness gracious!” he exclaimed verbally when Willow’s voice echoed in his head. He looked down at his hand and realised what she meant. Lifting the axe in the air, he aimed it as best he could, then lunged it towards the short man, slicing across his arm, effectively making him drop the scroll. ‘I was aiming for his head’ Giles thought dejectedly.
Willow placed Tara on the floor as gently as she could then threw herself at the man knocking him to the ground and she punched him with as much force as she could muster. The man was stunned long enough for Willow to grab the scroll and make a run for it.
He gathered himself and dug his hand into his robe, pulling out a knife.
“Hold it.” he ordered, steadying himself on his feet, he wiped the blood away from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Give me it back or I’ll stick this into your sweetheart.” he looked at the knife then at Tara.
Willow stood for a moment. ‘If I give him it back, we’ll die. If I don’t we’ll die, Gee really loving the options’ she thought to herself before coming up with an idea. Placing the scroll between her fingers she began to rip it.
The knife left the mans hand and Willow saw it fly past her, a scream escaped her lips. She ran towards the dazed blonde searching for any wounds, but realised the knife had been embedded in Giles’ shoulder as he sought to protect her. Her gratitude towards the Englishman could not be described as she cradled Tara in her arms
“Take the god damn scroll!” she hissed, throwing back to the short man.
He sneered and picked it up, smoothing out the crinkles before he waved his hand at Giles sending him across the room into a wall. The Englishman groaned in pain as the knife sunk deeper into his arm.
The short man focussed his attention to the two witches who were huddled together. Willow was wrapped protectively around her girlfriend as he vocalized words he read from the scroll.
“Affero illic substancia tenus ego ille qui potior potestas intus creo infirmus.”
He waited patiently, then repeated the words. Waited again. Repeated. Waited. Repeated.
It was clear to Giles that whatever the man was trying to do, wasn’t working, and after the fourth repetition he growled, throwing the scroll at the wall and fixed his gaze on Willow firmly.
“What. Did. you. do?” he asked, his jaw clenched angrily, he punctuated every word clearly. “Why can I not take your power?.. you have plenty of it, GIVE IT TO ME!” he screamed frustrated.
The redhead ignored the mans anger, she was confused, she did have plenty of power in fact she had made sure to get more before she came to rescue Tara, but she couldn’t understand why her power wasn’t working. She had been able to do one teeny tinkerbell light, but from then on every spell she tried, failed. Why?
The mans anger was growing as he tried to think of why the spell wasn’t working. He paced the room seething with malevolence.
Tara stirred Gently to full consciousness the memory of where she was hit her hard, she tried to stand to maybe run or protect herself in someway, before she was made away of an embrace gripping her tightly. She realised the restrictions on her wrists were gone and now all she felt was warmth and softness surrounding her seemingly frail body, rocking her, soothing her. Looking up into the face of her girlfriend a smile enveloped her lips. Willow had rescued her.
Willow had felt Tara panic as she regained full consciousness so she tightened her grip. Calming the storm within her girlfriend, easing away her confusion with soft caresses. Now she had her girlfriend back all she had to do was deal with the short man and get out of here.
‘It’s ok baby we’re here.’ the redhead spoke into Tara’s head. ‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’
‘I’m ok, Will.’ the blonde answered ‘what’s happened?’
‘We’re stuck. Apparently he can’t drain our powers because I’m broken, the door’s not a door anymore and Giles just threw our only weapon at him. Now we’re just buying time till he figures out what to do next.’ Willow explained to her girlfriend, she looked her in the eyes, green searching blue ‘I’m so glad you’re ok, I was so lost without you’Tara chuckled lightly, her head dipped bashfully ‘I was only gone for six hours, Will’
‘Six hours too long!' the redhead pouted.
The short man looked at them and saw that the blonde had now regained consciousness, an idea suddenly formed in his head. If he couldn’t drain them both, he’d drain the blonde her power alone wasn’t enough, but it was a start and it would pay for all the trouble he’d gone through.
He waved his hand at Willow sending her in Giles’ direction her head collided with the wall before she landed in a heap next to the watcher. Giles crawled towards her and cradled her with his uninjured arm, he felt helpless, every movement he made reminded him of the knife deeply embedded in his shoulder with searing pain.
the man’s smile twisted into an evil grin as he eyed Tara up, her face and clothes were dusty and dirty through the struggle to bring her down to the basement of the building, she had put up a fight, had demanded to be let go, she had even escaped once by kneeing her aggressor between his legs then fleeing up the stairs, but they had caught her and chained her to the wall giving her some herbs that would knock her out, or at lest keep her quiet for a while.
The short, balding man walked towards the blonde, still smiling he lifted the scroll and read the words with confidence, like he was in no rush, no one could stop him now.
“Ahhhhhh!” Giles screamed as he lunged towards the robed man hoping to stop him from doing the spell, but the man just flicked his wrist and sent Giles flying in to the wall again.
Tara was racking her brains for a spell to help, something that would stun him, something...... she smiled looking down at her feet, but she needed Willow for this.
‘Willow’ the blonde spoke in her girlfriend’s head, ‘Will, baby please wake up, I need you’
The redhead heard her girlfriend’s plea, like a torch in the darkness of her mind she reached for it. heading towards consciousness. Her eyes flickered open, then closed again when she heard Tara’s soothing voice.
‘Will, sweetie.... here’s what I need you to do......’
After a few seconds the redhead nodded and began coughing violently, making stupid body movements and gestures, she threw herself at the wall then on her hands and knees, holding her neck in mock chocking.
Taking her cue Tara bent down as the man was distracted by Willow’s bizarre behaviour, the blonde picked up some grit from the floor and threw it in his eyes causing him to double in pain, scratching at his eyes trying to get the intruding grist out.
Willow stood up unsteadily and made her way across the room to retrieve the axe and then went towards the hunched from. She lifted the axe above her head to take a swing, she knocked him out with the handle of the axe instead of the blade.
The two witches breathed a sigh of relief.
They turned their head’s to see Buffy and Faith crawl through a hole in the door and knew they were safe.
“Yo that’s Snyder.” Faith shrugged, lookign at the unconcious man.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Urgh, I ache so bad” Tara whined plonking herself down on the nearest bed. She was dressed in a light blue robe, her hair was wet and was clinging to her sculptured face after her shower, Willow had insisted on standing outside the door until she finished showering, the redhead wouldn’t let her girlfriend out of her sight and was now sat next to her, running her hand threw her golden tresses.
“You want a massage, sweetie?” Willow asked innocently “A friendly massage.” she corrected.
Tara chuckled, but shook her head no.
Once Faith and Buffy had found Willow, Tara and Giles they had immediately tied Snyder up and taken him to the school basement where his two goons were being held. Buffy and Faith stayed down there on guard incase he used any magic to free himself, although his mouth was taped and his hand’s were tied. They called Xander and Oz to come and pick up their prisoners and take them to the secure prison where they would be held permanently.
Miss Calender had regained some strength and had taken Giles to the hospital to get his injuries looked at whilst Willow took Tara to freshen up and have a rest.
“Your mom seems nice.” Willow said suddenly. “Although she was a little weird.” her face twisted in thought.
“My mom?....you met her?... When?....she was weird?...what did she say ...what did you say?” Tara sat up, intrigued.
Willow smiled at her girlfriend and kissed her temple.
“Your mom just appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the road, Giles stopped the car and I got out, recognising her from the pictures I’ve seen I walked up to her and kinda asked her to move, so she touched my shoulders closed her eyes for a couple of seconds then said ‘go get my daughter’ and that was it. it was all so ....weird.” the redhead explained.
“I think I Know why your magic wouldn’t work.” Tara informed.
To Be Continued....
Edited by: Auburn at: 7/7/03 5:09 pm
ciao
Auburn,
PLEASE!!
really wish I could get some of that. 
meets 
fam This should be fun. Update soon please. 
Can't help but wonder why Anna isn't happy about her daughter making love to the person she loves.... curious that Tara herself didn't feel the need to ask. 
How blind can I be?
