Author: Amazonaa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of them are mine except for maybe a couple.

Tara's eyesight was starting to double and blur a little. It felt like a cloud of red smoke was settling on top of all her rational thoughts and feelings, leaving her with the urge to just go crazy.

She closed her eyes and breathed deep.

They had all been sitting their silent for nearly two hours and all the gunman did was eat candybar after candybar.

Willow was leaning against the wall watching Tara every few seconds. She couldn't help but notice at how tense Tara looked. Willow reached for Tara's hand but Tara shifted and gave her a very fake smile before turning back to the window.

Willow was really worried about Tara and different things kept popping into her head like' what if Tara has heart failure from stress or what if she secretly got shot and is bleeding to death right in front of me.'

Willow shook her head. She needed something to take her mind off of it. She needed a cigarette. 'I wonder.' She thought before raising her hand into the air.

The guy noticed and nodded towards her.

"Um...I was just wandering if it would be okay if I had a cigarette?" She asked with a slight smile. He sat their for a moment then nodded his head. "Do you mind if I get one?" He asked.

Willow shook her head and handed one to him.

He started to walk away but turned around. "Listen. I'm sorry about slapping you in the face. It was kind of a randon thing. I hope your okay." Willow sat their shocked before nodding her head and smiling.

The man sat back down and lit his cigarette.

'Strange.' Willow thought.

Meanwhile the cops were right outside the building trying to figure a way in without being detected. They were having no luck.

"He positioned himself exactly were he needed to be, so that no one could get in or out without him knowing." A young officer with bleach blonde hair said. "Well you better find a way in Willy. Or that will be the last of you." A much older man said to him then walked off.

"Bastard, father." William said to himself looking up at the large school. "Come on. Give me something." Then he had an idea. He ran off in the direction his father a.k.a.cheif policeman went.

Tara couldn't take it anymore. She abruptly stood up and practically yelled, "Could I please open a window?" Her face was flushed and her bright blue eyes were getting dimmer by the second.

The gunman looked at her and turned his head the way a dog does when your talking to it.

He smiled a little smile and stood up.

Tara's mind was racing. 'What is he doing she thought?' He walked right up to her and looked her dead in the eye.Tara's gaze didn't faulter once.

As the Tara and the man had a stare off, some idiot kid decided to take matters into his own hands.

He quietly stood up and walked to where the man left his shotgun. Tara's eyes shifted to ward the movement and the man turned around. Grabbing the kid by the throat he broke his neck with a sickening crunch and dropped the body to the floor.

Tara stared down at the lifeless body. Its blood still warm and slowly coming to a stop.

She wanted nothing more than to just grab it and feast on everything the corpse had to offer. But Tara turned and Willow was standing their looking at the body with a mixture of sadness and disgust.

Willow looked at Tara and then screamed her name running at her.

Tara had no idea what was going on until she turned around and saw the man point the gun at Willow and pull the trigger.