Seize the moment...

“No killing! We don’t kill around here.”

“And those calls get made if there’s no other way. If there’s a better a way. A way that doesn’t end in a body count then that’s the way they go.”

“No killing! We don’t kill around here.”

“We’re not sitting ducks. Star City is a different place to what you’re used to. There’s people out there who are out there, protecting the city.”

“Protecting the city? I know a thing or two about that. Sometimes tough calls have to be made.”

“No killing! We don’t kill around here.”

“So you’d rather be sitting ducks? We have to do something before they do.”

I don’t understand how this all happens, how we go through this. I mean, I knew her and then she’s… there’s just a body and I don’t understand why she just can’t get back in it and not be dead anymore. It’s stupid. It’s mortal and stupid.

Buffy: A vampire with a soul? Oh my god, how lame is that?

btvs rewatch ✞ 1x10 Nightmares

Strong is fighting, it’s hard and it’s painful and it’s everyday.

Sucking in a small breath as she felt Buffy’s fingertips on the small scar on her lower back, Willow slowly let it out, knowing that the touch was safe. It was a scar that she had told no-one of, the memories of its origin only bringing back more pain from Tara’s death. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax. The spell had taken enough energy out of her that she could scarcely move, and just having Buffy near her made everything better.

"She…she came around…when I felt sad…said she loved me…" She explained, the memory making a smile come to her lips as tears welled in her eyes. "…that s-she was watching me…" 

Buffy smiled at the redhead and took her hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “And she was telling the truth. Mom used to always say that anyone we lost would protect us and stick around as long as we needed them.” A statement which technically proved incorrect but Willow didn’t need to hear that. She needed her best friend to be supportive which was exactly what Buffy could offer. “Tara will always be with you, Will. It might not be in the way that you want, but she’s there. And that’s pretty amazing if you think about it.”

"I…I…" She stammered, trying desperately to start the sentence. "I…I remember what happened to my Mom..I w-w-was very y-young, when it happened…but…I…I t-think D-Daddy killed her…" 

Tara felt immediately anxious, knowing that Buffy, thus far, wasn’t believing her. Sighing, she nodded, and tried to continue with the memories, themselves hard to deal with in every regard. “I…I remember hearing t-them fighting…and t-there was a loud b-b-bang…” She went silent for a moment. “They t-t-told us she died by f-falling and hitting the b-bed-post…but I…I k-know he d-did it…he p-pushed her…” 

“Tara, sweetie, if you didn’t see it, how do you know for sure that it was his fault?” She didn’t blame Tara for jumping to that conclusion. In the (thankfully) short time Buffy had been exposed to Tara’s father it was easy to see that he was by no means a good guy. But did that make him capable of murdering his own wife? Buffy was dubious.