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Chapter Sixteen

Buffy spoke with Tara's mother for over an hour and by the end of her conversation Buffy felt she had a handle on the real Tara. The real Tara was the shy, meek girl that she had bee portraying to the group. However, something had happened to her. Something made her change. Willow had expressed a change in Tara since being called and her mother had also expressed a change in her –Buffy put two and two together and came to the conclusion that something happened to Tara upon being called.

When Mrs. McClay had directed Buffy to the bathroom on the second floor, Buffy had taken a detour, quickly finding Tara's room. No lingering sour scents and nothing pointing at foul play from the girl. In fact, the gigantic cross hanging on the wall behind her bed suggested to Buffy that Tara was deep in her faith. She felt nothing but peace and ease from the house, from Tara's room.

Panic set in quickly after that.

If it wasn't Tara then what was it? And why? And how could she be fight
something that she just didn't know what it was or what was happening?
Excusing herself quickly from Mrs. McClay, Buffy slumped into her
mothers car, feeling weary.

"Well?"

"I feel as if so much is swirling around in my head and I can't make sense
of any of it," Buffy replied rubbing her forehead.

"Is there evil afoot?"

"Yeah. I'm just not sure where anymore."


"Has Spike called?"

Buffy's head snapped up. Spike. She checked her phone, reaching in and
grabbing it out of her purse. "I haven't heard from him all day . . . " Buffy
trailed off. It was almost three in the afternoon. That was odd. The way
he'd acted that morning, she was surprised she'd made it out the door. She
quickly pressed the speed dial to their home and pressed the phone to her
ear. It rang eleven times. The answering machine would have picked up
after the third ring.

"Mom, get home now. Something's not right."

"What is it honey?" Joyce asked, pulling out onto the street.

"He's not answering. It's the middle of the day. Something's wrong." Tears
sprang to her eyes.

"Buffy honey, you need to calm down. Breathe. Try again. Call Giles and
see if he's there."

"He's a vampire mom! He'd be dust if he left!"

"He's been known to use a blanket or hats in cases of emergency."

"Yeah, an emergency! What could have possibly happened that no one
could have called us!" Buffy cried hysterically.

"Buffy, stop! You're going to make yourself sick."

"Something's not right," Buffy whimpered as she gripped the door and
started to pray.



She couldn't get a hold of anyone and the hour drive back home was the
longest hour of Buffy's life. When they finally made it to the apartment,
Buffy flew out of the car, ordering Joyce to stay put. Flying up the stairs as
best she could as to not hurt herself or the baby, Buffy was hit by the sour
smell practically seeping outside the door. The scent was stronger than it
had ever been and she swore she could practically see a green mist oozing
out the door.


Tara was paying a visit and whatever was happening behind those doors,
she was making it a doozy. Or IT was making it a doozy.

Opening the door, Buffy crept inside, making sure to watch her back. One
thing she'd learned from horror movies and her life: Always watch your
back.

She opened her mouth to yell for Spike when she heard a moan. She
strained to hear. Moan of pleasure or pain? She heard it again. Definite
moan of pleasure. Her heart dropped into her stomach and as if on auto
pilot she moved into the bedroom. What she saw made her clutch her
heart.

Spike was lying, with no shirt on, on the bed and Tara . . . Tara was on top
of him, unbuttoning his pants. Spike was looking up at her with his eyes half
massed with passion, his mouth seeking hers. Tara was muttering
something to him that Buffy couldn't make out.

Buffy snapped into action and lunged forward, grabbing Tara by her
ponytail and yanking her off Spike. "Get your fucking hands off my
husband!" She flung Tara away as if she were nothing more than a rag doll.
Tara's eyes widened in shock and then darted to Spike.

Spike was mumbling something and still reaching his arms out. Listening
closer, Buffy could hear what he was saying "Buffy…Buffy baby, love you so
much…Buffy, where are you? Buffy. . . "

Buffy turned to Tara who was picking herself up off the floor. "What the
hell did you do to him?"

Tara glared daggers at her. "Wouldn't have had to do it if you didn't always
get in the way!"

"Get used to it. He's my mate and my husband," Buffy spat through
clenched teeth.

"He was supposed to be with me! He was meant for me, not for you!" Tara
screamed.

"Wh--"

"Buffy?"

Buffy looked down to see Spike gazing up at her and then at Tara, confused.
"Why are there two of you?"

"No, baby, just me. Just me, right here. Feel me. See? It's me?" She told
him, taking his hand and squeezing it. "Just hold on—" She let go to go after
Tara and found her gone.

"Buffy?"

Buffy nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks unchecked. What had she done
to him? And the image of him with her . . . she couldn't get it out of her
head.

A conversation popped in her mind unbidden:


"…I tried a glamour spell and it worked."
"Glamour spell?"
"You know when you change your appearance? I wanted to have black hair for a night just to see if my girlfriend liked it. Which, she did."


"So that's what she did to you," Buffy murmured. Looking at him, she did the only thing she could think of at that time to snap him out of it. She leaned over and bit him. "Mine," she growled at him. He let out a shout and she knew he must have orgasmed from it. He looked up at her, dazed.

"We're getting out of here," she told him softly and helped him to his feet.
He was groggy and fell against her, whimpering.

"It's okay, Spike. Mom's outside. We're going to mom's, okay?"

He nodded dumbly and allowed Buffy to lead him out of the apartment,
away from the stench, the magic, and the image of Tara and Spike together
on the bed.

Joyce's eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty. "Buffy?"

"Can we crash at your house mom?"

Joyce nodded and pulled out.

Buffy looked down at her husband as he gazed up at her. With a shaking
hand he attempted to touch her, but she stopped him. It hurt to do it, but
those hands had touched Tara. They'd . . . she couldn't even think it.
Instead, she swept a hand over his eyelids. "Sleep." She said soothingly and
watched as his eyelids fluttered and finally closed. "Sleep," she whispered
again and soon she felt the shift in his body as he took rest.

"Buffy, what happened?" Joyce asked finally. "I saw a young woman run
out of the apartment, was that Tara? Did she do something to Spike?"

"Yep, she did. And she's gonna pay."



A/N: I was going to wait to post this until tomorrow, but I figured I'd do it now. As a thank you for all of the reviews and support :)





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