Take it from the top
Trying to catch my breath I curled up next to Buffy in our bed. "Ok, what time is it anyway?" We'd gotten sort of sidetracked after she came home. Which was sort of typical for us, but we'd been extra into it tonight. Ever since Angel showed up at Solvei's party we've been screwing like rabbits according to Xander. I couldn't help but kick his shin for it, my way of remembering Anya.
"Wow." Sat up far enough to see the clock on the nightstand before collapsing back onto the mattress and the slayer. "Maybe the clock is running fast." Tugged on the sheet getting a grunt from her. If she was actually worn out then the clock wasn't fast. Felt a tickle in my nose and turned away sneezing. Sneezed twice again and reached for a tissue box.
Started to sneeze for a fourth time and was about to swear to Hecate when I felt a tingle race down my spine and the bedroom disappeared. "What the Goddess?" Looking around I found myself in Arashmahar. "D'Hoffryn?"
"Yes child, it is your master. I've called you. The time for you to fulfill your end of our contract is at hand." He appeared in front of me, a pair of his slaves standing behind him chanting. He always had loved his chanting according to Anya.
"My end? I thought you owed Cordelia a favor?"
"Yes, I did. However she sacrificed herself. And you relied upon my power to bring you and your friends to another plane. If you wish for them to remain here, I will require certain services from you."
"V-v-engence services?" My mouth was suddenly dry. I couldn't hurt people, I just wouldn't. Attempting to stand my ground I folded my arms across my chest. Right now I didn't care about being naked in a demon dimension. "Your blackmailing me."
"Am I? Did you not think there would be a cost for your friends lives? Do you wish your lover to be dead once more?" There it was. The one threat that made me want to retch. "Come child, you must answer the call of vengeance. It is your choice when and how wishes are to be granted. Embrace your power and you will see we are not evil beings, merely judges of humanity."
He snapped his fingers and I had clothes on, we were also in someone's apartment. "What?"
"Just watch child."
Standing in the middle of a cramped living room between the door and a stained couch I heard the fight in another room. Insults flung back and forth in the air. Then the sound of a crash and a door slamming.
"Get back here you bitch!" The woman ran for the door, toward us as though we were invisible. A chair followed after her, flying through the air and hitting her back, knocking her down. He caught her, and the beating began. As much as I wanted to look away I couldn't. Quietly I heard her whisper for help. She wished he would go to hell.
"Grant it." D'Hoffryn nudged me and I stared at him, shaking my head no. I couldn't move my lips, if I said anything...
"Does he not deserve it? You know he does Tara, how many times did you see this as a child? Deliver vengeance, it is your calling."
"I won't....its not the same..." Goddess, what have I become? It was the same. "Granted. Grantedgrantedgrantedgr-" A power surged through me and the man screamed, his body exploding into a mist that evaporated in a flash.
"An excellent beginning Tara." He smiled and clapped his hands together. Disappearing. A cold tingle went through me and I was back in the hotel, in my bedroom. But Buffy wasn't here anymore.