Witness Protection Chapter 1
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It had been two hours of lovemaking. Warren had accidentally bitten
Willow's nipples. "Ow! Be careful, Tara, be gentle. I know you've been
through a lot but be careful." He had been luckier when it came to
Willow's pussy. "Willow, I want you to show you how much I love you."
This was it, if he couldn't eat pussy there was no way he could ever
pass himself off as Tara. He planted a warm kiss on Willow's forehead
and then another on her mouth. Then he gently undid her trousers,
before lapping away at Willow's pussy, quickly finding the clitoris and
licking until Willow came. Willow kissed the juices from his face and
then returned the favour until he orgasmed again.
Now he sneaked out of bed and grabbed his clothes. He put them on,
although he found putting on the bra hard to do and swore quietly to
himself in the dark. Then he dragged the dead body out and placed it
over his shoulder, stumbling and nearly falling. He crept out and down
the stairs and looked at his watch. 1:00AM. He opened the door to see
Andrew and Jonathon holding a couple of stake-guns.
"Honey, you look beautiful," Andrew said. "Is that a mirror in your
pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" asked Jonathon.
Andrew fell onto his knees before the wonderful sight, grabbing
Warren's hand and kissing it before Warren yanked it away and slapped
his face. "Warren/Tara baby, come away from here," said Andrew "and be
my girlfriend. There are so many wonderful things we could do
together."
Warren boxed his ears. "I'm a lesbian, not a gay man. And don't you
"Tara baby" me, jackass. I get enough of that lovestruck babbling from
Willow. We have to get this body out of here before she wakes up."
He caught a glimpse of lovelight in Andrew's eyes and groaned.
The three of them dragged Tara's dead body out and threw it into their
van. "Don't drive too fast boys," Warren said. "We really wouldn't want
to get stopped for speeding."
On the way Warren could sense Andrew gazing at him in the way that he
had always gazed at other girls. He realised how uncomfortable it was
to be stared at by someone who was mentally undressing him all the
time.
At last they reached the nearest cemetery. As they got out with Andrew
holding Tara's dead body, Andrew noticed a passing police car.
He forced himself to kiss Tara's dry dead lips so the police would
mistake him for a man out on the town with his girlfriend. He could
feel his erection pressing against the dead body that he held. He half
expected Tara's corpse to come alive and strangle him... stranger
things had happened in Sunnydale after all. But it remained inert.
When the police had gone Andrew and Jonathon pooled their strength
together to cut the chain on the door with bolt cutters. Warren and
Andrew took the body of Tara whilst Jonathon kept a wary lookout for
anything vampiric and demonic. It was not long until a suitable grave
was found. The Trio tipped the body into it and shovelled in a bit of
earth to cover it from people's sight.
"The perfect place to hide a body," Warren explained as five new
shadows appeared amongst the tombstones.
"You're the Slayer," said a clearly vampiric voice.
"No," said another one, "but she is a friend of the Slayer."
Warren spread his hands out wide in a gesture of peace and tried to
look appealing. "Surely we can talk this over?"
The vamp replied, "I don't care who you are, you're vamp food now." The
vamps charged to the attack but were met with a nasty shock when the
Trio's stake guns opened up at point blank range. Two exploded into
dust, another went down screaming with a deep chest wound. Warren spoke
a light spell that had never really worked for him and a flash of
sunlight dusted another vampire. Andrew and Jonathon threw themselves
at another vamp and Warren reloaded one of the stake guns. He dusted
the vamp, then reloaded again, walked over to the badly injured vamp on
the ground...
He took careful aim and as he pulled the trigger he let out a cry of
"Eat hot stake!" And the Trio were alone once more.
"Tara, is that you?" It was the voice of the Slayer.
Andrew and Jonathon hid behind the nearest tombstones. Warren just had
time to throw the stake gun away before Buffy arrived on the scene.
"Tara? What on earth are you doing here?"
"I... I wanted to go back to Heaven," said Warren. From the look in
Buffy's eyes he knew he had come up with the perfect excuse. "B... but
then I thought of Willow and how she'd feel without me and I changed my
mind. I was able to dust five vamps single-handedly."
"Glory-seeker," Jonathon muttered from behind his tombstone.
"Tara, are you all right?" Buffy ran her arms over Warren's body
searching for wounds and found none.
"Please, don't tell Willow, she'll be so angry with me."
"All right, I won't tell Willow. There were times after I was brought
back that I considered ending it all." Buffy took Warren by the arm and
gently but firmly escorted him back to Willow's house.
The next morning Willow turned and said, "Tara, I want you to come out
with me and choose some new clothes at my expense and tonight we shall
go out to the Bronze to celebrate your return."
Willow took hold of Tara's hand and took her out to the main street of
Sunnydale. "Tara, when I was without you I felt like killing the entire
world and it was only my hatred for the idiot who shot you that kept me
from blowing it up straight away. I wanted to find the killer first and
kill him slowly and very painfully. And I feel... that I had the magic
to do it too and to collapse the whole of Sunnydale into the Hellmouth.
I don't know what I would have done if you had not been brought back to
me by that wonderful wizard Rack. I used to distrust him and not know
who's side he was truly on but... well, I still distrust him a bit but
he seems to be on our side now."
Warren rolled his eyes, wondering how much irritating Willow-babble he
could bear before he found himself smacking Willow on the back of her
head.
They reached a shop that sold dresses and Warren selected a dark blue
strapless one. "Isn't that one, slightly over the top for you Tara,
especially given what has happened to you recently? I mean, people
would stare at you and..."
"Willow, I want people to stare at me and know how lucky you are to
have me as a girlfriend."
Willow giggled. "Goddess, your head has swelled Tara! Maybe being
brought back from heaven does that to people? I hope you're not going
to become all Cordy-like?"
Warren bent forward and gave Willow a quick kiss. "Don't worry, I
won't."
On the way back to Willow's house two students met them and wolf
whistled. "Hey Blondie, you look sweet, it's a pity you're a dyke!"
Warren reddened and opened his mouth to say something equally rude, but
shut it again, remembering that Tara was supposed to be somewhat shy.
"Don't take any notice Tara. You never need to worry when I'm with you.
You don't have to feel embarrassed."
Everything felt different. The way the cool wind blew over his bare
shoulders and back, the admiring or lustful stares he got from people,
the pure love that he could feel radiating out from Willow. Katrina had
never loved him in that way. He shut his eyes and imagined a new life
as a Scooby.
Dances at the Bronze, kisses and lovemaking with Willow, but if she
found him out, he'd die. Even if his disguise remained intact, there
would be no more meetings, no more plots and plans with Andrew and
Jonathon, no more Star Trek, no more supervilliany. No more Trio. He
wondered if Willow would take him out on patrol with Buffy, which was
one thing he really did not want to do. It would be no good to escape
being found out only to die by the fangs of vampire. Besides, sooner or
later somebody would get suspicious and then he'd be dead, probably
after prolonged magically-inflicted torture.
And the idea of spending the rest of his life listening to around the
clock Willow babble did not appeal to him. Nor did he like the taste of
pussy juice much. He could feel his body start to shudder with fear and
forced himself to stop shaking.
Willow brought a golden chain with a diamond T on it, licked the T, and
then put it around his neck. When they got home she said, "Put your
make-up on, it's going to be a special night at the Bronze."
"Willow, I'd rather not. I don't want any men attracted to me."
Willow smiled. "It's for me, you silly fool. All our friends know about
us and if any strangers bother you, well, I won't let them. I could
apply your make up for you if you want."
Warren nodded. It felt strange and waxy to have lipstick on his mouth
and tickly as she brushed blue eye shadow onto his eyelids.
"Fine. Now we're ready for the Bronze." She gave him a quick kiss on
the nose, linked her hand in his and they set off.
Once inside Warren allowed his fears to leave him as they danced and
spun around. He felt safe in her arms. Okay, so she wasn't Katrina. She
was even better than Katrina had been. The more he was with her the
better he found her company, even her babbling. Maybe being Tara wasn't
such a bad life if it meant he had love and security. He bent in to
kiss her and she jerked her head away. "Not here Tara, not now. Not in
public. I'm not embarrassed or anything, but it might lead to trouble
in the future with some of the more ignorant natives of Sunnydale. I'd
rather stick with the holding handiness in public for now." She planted
a quick kiss on his cheek.
***
Rack arrived at the door of the Bronze and two bouncers stepped in
front of him. "I'm sorry but you can't come in today. The last day of
every month except December is for women only."
Rack muttered a spell under his breath and then said aloud, "You don't
have any objections to me coming in."
"We have no objections to you coming in," they repeated, standing
aside.
Rack entered only to be blocked by a third bouncer who wore a strange-
looking golden torc around his neck. Rack recognised it as a charm that
protected against mind-bending spells. He also had a metal baseball bat
in his hands and a stake in his belt. Clearly, this bouncer the knew a
bit more about Sunnydale then most of it's citizens and had kitted
himself out accordingly. "I saw that mind bending trick you pulled on
my men and it doesn't work on me. I've lived in Sunnydale a long time.
I've fought and killed a vampire. I'm a firm friend of the owner of
this club and he doesn't deserve your kind in here. Now leave." Rack
quickly cast an ageing spell on the bat and it crumbled into rust. The
bouncer retreated and Rack walked onto the dance floor. He scanned it
until he saw Willow dancing with Warren.
Warren had rarely been this happy. He looked up and saw Rack frowning
at him. "What do you want?" Rack beckoned to him. "Willow, excuse me,
Rack wants a little private talk."
"Well, okay then." Willow said. She whispered into his ear. "Don't go
out of my sight though. I can't put my finger on it but there is
something strange about Rack. Although he did bring you back so I can't
see why he'd want to harm you."
Warren walked into a corner with Rack. "Warren, don't worry, I haven't
come to harm or betray you. I've come because I want your Trio friends
to make me a device. A robotic spider the size of a tin can, with a
dart gun fitted in it and a crystal ball so I can use it to spy on
people. You have five days to get it ready for me. Bye." He pressed the
plans into Warren's hands and left the dance floor. Warren stuffed the
plans into his dress.
"Are you all right Tara?" Willow stared at him. "Did Rack say something
to upset you?"
"No, no, everything's fine. He was just congratulating me on what a
good girlfriend I had. Can we dance again?" Willow smiled. She took
Warren in her arms again. Warren rested his head against her shoulder
and frowned. As her grip tightened he knew that getting away to the
lair to make what Rack wanted would be almost impossible. If Rack
didn't get what he wanted, then. He forced his body to relax and to
move in a rhythm with Willow as if nothing were wrong.
***
That night when they were in bed together he said to Willow, "Keep
still." He gently began licking her stomach and thighs and then between
her legs, not quite touching her clit, instead licking all around the
area. It seemed to inflate itself. Only then did he take it in his
mouth. Willow gave a shriek of pleasure as she came. "You can move now.
I'm off to get some water." He drank and spat and drank and spat until
his mouth was free of Willow's juices. Then he rang the number of the
Lair. "It's me, Warren, and stop sniggering. Come over here in an hour
and I'll give you something that you need to build for Rack."
He put the phone down and hurried upstairs to Willow. "Tara baby,
you're so sweet, you must be trying to be extra sweet and kind to me.
Just be your normal self."
"Uh, Willow, I really don't think that would be a good idea. You
deserve every warm kiss and hug and lick that I give you." Willow
planted a warm kiss on Warren's mouth and soon fell asleep.
Warren crept down at 1:00AM, opened the door and found Andrew waiting
there. He thrust the plans into his hands. Andrew pushed them back. "No
can do. Johnathon and I are sick of being bossed around by you, so it's
our turn. Either we go on strike, or you let us. show our devoted love
to you, NC-17 style." Warren reddened. "I do know some magic you know."
"Yes, but you need us or Rack won't get what he wants. You can see how
much Willow loves you when she discovers who you really are after Rack
cancels the spell. Or maybe we should telephone Willow from a phone box
and tell her where her Tara really is?"
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