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B t V S / A t S
P R I S M
“What’s
that then?” Spike looked warily at the pouch of suspicious looking
herbs in Tara’s hand. He’d had enough spells fiddle with his mind
for one unlifetime, thank you. He gave her his best cool sneer. The
one Billy Idol had nicked.
Tara
remained unruffled. She knew better than to rise to his posturing.
That was Buffy’s job. “It’s something Willow and I came up with.
It’s a Magic Prism. It’ll let me read your aura.”
He
narrowed his eyes - the daft bint was obviously batty. “Sorry Luv,
vampires don’t have auras.”
She
gave him a sly grin. It was far too knowing and it made him
uncomfortable. “Sure they do. They’re just different.”
She
slipped the pouch over his head, fussily checking to make sure the
string sat in the correct position around his neck and that the pouch
was over his heart. He looked down at it without moving his head, what
on earth had the good witches brewed up this time? And why did the
pouch have to be pink? Surely the big bad deserved black leather.
“Your
aura is black,” she told him. “but it’s not without colour.
It’s kind of pearly.” Oily more like. “The prism will
split it into all its colours so I can read it.”
He sat a bit straighter at that. He didn’t buy all this New Age crap, horoscopes, crystals and such, there wasn’t a lot of use for it when you were dead, and the Sun in conjunction with Mercury wasn’t going to find his dinner for him. But, like millions of sceptics the world over, he still wanted to know.
She
started to mutter the spell and the pouch began to glow. As far as
Spike could tell, nothing else happened.
“Did
it work?” he asked.
Tara looked him over. “Yes. It did, don’t worry.”
“Alright.
What does it look like? Does it tell you anything interesting?” He
topped the question off with a tongue-enhanced leer.
Tara
should have known better than try this with him in this mood.
“Well…” A big glow of red surrounded him, she knew exactly what
that was, his love for Buffy. That made Tara smile, she already knew
how strongly Spike felt, but to really see it… It was astonishing,
yet there was something else about him. “You’re amazing Spike,
don’t forget that. It’ll take you places you’d never expect.”
“Timbuktu?”
“Stop
it.”
“OK.
Anything else?”
Tara
furrowed her brow as she concentrated, looking the aura over
carefully, taking each colour in turn and considering its meaning. She
leant over for a closer view, unaware that the new position gave him
more than an eyeful of her ample cleavage.
She watched as a tiny pink fuzz quickly grew and darkened, until it suffused the aura with a hot pink pulse of desire. Tara jumped back, embarrassment flushing her face as she realised what she had just shown him.
He
peaked an eyebrow at her, while pulling the duster a little tighter
around his groin. Then she grinned, raising an eyebrow back. That was
her answer.
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