Chapter 6 contains ( biting... )

Tara hated herself.

Oh, how could she have?—and the look in his eyes, his empathy and his sorrow for her! His pity hurt worse than his refusal. What he must think of her! Her soul writhed in humiliation. This was a... desecration. She should be dead herself. She had been shoved aside and the bullet should have killed her, not Willow. Tara had wanted Spike to do that one thing and allow her to join Willow. Sex with a vampire had to be lethal for someone not imbued with slayer-like powers. He'd probably end up draining her. She was just plain Tara, nothing special. She wished he would drain her. She could give him that small thing and he could give her oblivion. But he refused her!

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( To quote John Candy, 'Tara blows up real good...' )

Here's chapter three:

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I figured as long as I have the fic in the clipboard (from uploading to Unsung Heroines) I'd give you a second helping. Here's chapter two of The Long And Winding Road:



May 2002

It was like being born.

Spike was shoved through a tight passage that didn't quite... fit. It wasn't a smooth passage; he was pushed along, and then would appear to stall for whole minutes at a time, grateful he didn't need to breathe. He wished for sight, but perhaps this was something outside of the realm of the normal five senses, hyper-acute vampire senses though they were.

Willow's voice sounded again. You're almost there. The time's right, but where is Sunnydale?

Bloody buggering hell! he thought.

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Book One
Chapter One

"So let me get this straight, witch. You want to magick me back to the past to rescue Tara." Spike scratched his left earlobe dubiously. "Haven't you ever heard the word 'anachronism'? Or 'changing history'?"

"That's three words." Willow set her jaw.

He gave her his best look of disdain. "Well, now. I don't know. Your track record for magickal solutions to life's problems isn't exactly stellar."

"Come on, Spike," she urged. "You're recovered from the big fight... getting the seat of your pants scorched by Rodan. Aren't you up for a little excitement?" ( Read more... )