<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/fa7a6f.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Tara Macklay<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Helping out<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Abby</div>Tara remained silent as the girl spoke, her gaze never leaving the girls face. She remained completely unreadable as she took in everything the girl said, as she also read the girls energy. While she understood why Abigail didn't want to go back, that wasn't Tara's concern, nor was it her reason for wanting to speak with her. She simply reached for a chair, pulling it over for her to sit. She motioned to it, and gave her a pleasant smile. "Have a seat."<br/><br/>Once she sat down, she looked her over again. "Well," she started, "I'll have you know I'm not sending you away... and you have a far more important purpose here than being a mechanic." Her head cocked to the side some, another small smile tugging at her lips. "You don't even know what you are, do you?"<br/><br/>She took in a deep breath, leaning back some. She offered her hands to her, her palms face up for Abby to put hers on to of them. "Let me show you."<br/><br/>When the girl placed her hands on Tara's, the room seemed to fade into blackness. Tara stared into Abby's eyes, and began projecting an image into her mind.<br/><br/><em>"Before all of this, I was friends with a group of very special people... one of the most special being a girl by the name of Buffy Summers. She was different from most girls. When she was 16 she began having nightmares; visions of her going out and killing countless evils that she didn't even knew existed."</em><br/><br/>As Tara's voice spoke, images of these nightmares flushed in her head. Images of The master, The first, Adam, and countless other things Buffy went up against.<br/><br/><em>"She figured she was just a weird girl with weird nightmares... but, she wasn't. She was special. Like you... Into every generation a slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and other forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the slayer." </em><br/><br/>The images stopped, and the room came back into light. Tara gave her another smile, slowly pulling her hands away. She was quiet for a moment, for once unsure of what to say. "... any questions?"