Unexpected Soulmates (Tara and Willow)

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The lock jiggled and clicked, then soon after the knob twisted and the door opened slowly.

".....Tara?" Willow's voice called out in the darkened dorm room. "I'm back. Tara?" she flipped the light on only to greet her eyes to their most feared sight ever. She saw the window broken, the shards of glass on the floor dipped in blood, and furniture overturned. In the corner of her eye, she saw something move very slowly. She whipped her head over and anger washed over her. She watched as Faith slowly moved her head in attempt to wake up. In a split second, willow charged over to faith and lifted her to her feet then pushed her into the wall. Now, in any other circumstance, this wouldn't have been anywhere near possible. However two things fueled the redhead's rage; one, Tara's room was trashed with Tara no where in sight, and two, Faith just really pisses her off.

She gritted her teeth,"where is Tara!?" willow shouted into Faith's face, who was now fully awoken.

"Willow, wait! please wait!" Faith's face was pushed into an emotion never before seen on the tough slayer's face; fear. Genuine, fearing-for-my-life fear. This bothered Willow- something was off.

"I said where is she?" she kept the slayer pinned to wall with her arm constricting her throat.

Faith, or rather Tara, was petrified, but her more current problem was that Willow was constricting her air. This was a major flashback to her childhood beatings by her father. All the past and present events were building up inside Tara's head and playing over and over causing her to act rash and push her arms outward, striking willow in the gut. It wasn't a hard blow, normally to would've only made her release the hold, however being in Faith's body with all her slayer strength, it sent willow flying back and slammed her head into the wall.

Tara watched in horror as the girl she lov-liked very much was flung across her room at the hands of herself. "Willow!" She yelled and ran to the redheads side. "Oh goddess, Willow!"

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Tara strolled down the streets of Sunnydale, looking around at the closed store windows. She stopped in front a store with a rad leather jacket on display with a price of $70.00. "yeah right." She uttered while looking down at her lame, earthy clothes. "Although... I do have to get changed." then a thought came to her. She's in the body of a powerful witch, surely the brain had some type of teleporting spell? she would try. "Alright let's see. Teleport?" her voice wasn't sure sounding but it was enough. The slayer turned witch flashed inside the store as a flash of tiny blue lights. "Nice!" she looked around at the other clothes. "We can make something work."

Moments later Tara, Faith rather, stood in front of the mirror reviewing her major makeover. The once wholesome, down to earth looking witch was now clothed in tight, ripped, white-washed jeans with a chain attached, a black shirt that came up to above her belly button that perfectly fit her abundant cleavage, a pair of high top black boots, and of course to top it all off the leather jacket from the front store display.

Nodding approvingly of her outfit, Not Tara looked at her face and gagged. "What kind of clown makeup is that?" A few more moments later, faith had fixed it. Her eyes were now lined with black and darker tones shadowed her face, topped all off with a dark shade of red on the blonde's full lips. "That's better." She smiled seductively and raised a brow on her forehead, "let's go break some hearts."

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"Willow? oh goddess, Willow please wakeup!" Tara turned Faith was at Willow's side, holding the smaller witch's head in her lap. She was stroking her head as her tears fell freely. "Willow I am so, so, so sorry! Please wake up." She sniffled and faced the facts. The only person in the world she felt she could trust herself completely to hold all her secrets, and her ugly past, she had just hurt the way she'd swore she would never do to anyone, no matter how much they probably deserved it. She would not hurt anyone like the way her family had hurt her. But she did. And it was worse because she hurt someone she loved. How's that for facing facts. She loved Willow. Lost in all that fact, she didn't realize Willow waking up. She didn't even hear her whisper