TITLE: Stone Cold (1/?)
AUTHOR: Talia
E-MAIL: pinkyboringness@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: Don't own any of the characters, all property to Joss etc.
TIMELINE: Completely AU
SYNOPSIS: There's a big war between the vamps and the humans, all of scooby gang minus Buffy die, eventually vamps and humans come to some sort of peace. Buffy turns bad kind of, she doesn't fight vamps/demons anymore, she doesn't care anymore.
PAIRINGS: B/A, A/F
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and I'll give :)
NOTE: This is quite a dark story, not very happy, angsty (of course).
FEEDBACK: You know I love it!
RATING: R
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December 2007
Part 1 - Who cares?
My knee length boots pound on the pavement and echo throughout the seemingly empty street, my black jacket swishes around my body, tickling my thighs, while my strapless black dress hugs every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. I brush a stray strand of black hair out of my face and I smile as I see the club with Bruno standing outside guarding the door.
"Hey babe, looking good as usual."
"Don't I know it."
I wink and laugh lightly while he takes my jacket and I enter the club. The music fills my ears and the familiar metallic smell of blood fills my nose and I taste it on my tongue. I make my way to the bar and Jerry hands me my drink before I even have to ask for it.
The black liquid slides down my throat and I wince as it burns slightly but I ignore the pain and order another one. I feel something drip on my thigh and I look down at the red liquid sliding down my leg, I look up and am faced with something I was born to hate but could care less about now. A vampire.
"Hey Bu-"
I grab him by the throat and shove him against the wall, his eyes widen in surprise and I revell in the fear I can smell coming off him. I glare at him and tighten my grip on his throat.
"How many times do I have to fucken tell you to not call me that??!!"
"Shit, I'm sorry Ebony, I forgot."
I let go of his throat and smile coldly at him and knee him in the groin. He falls to the ground clutching his groin and I swear he's almost crying.
"Don't forget it ever again."
No-one notices my little outburst, no-one gives a shit anymore. If I was a vampire I could grab someone and drink their blood infront of thousands of people and they'd all turn their heads and pretend they don't see it. Everybody is beyond caring, so am I.
I make my way back to the bar and sit down sighing while I watch pople on the dancefloor. Blood stains the ground but once again nobody cares. The government likes to pretend that the demons and humans live peacefully together but I know the truth.
Humans selling themselves to vampires, vampires selling themselves to humans. Demons rampaging schools and hotels, the streets are practically soaked in blood. But I don't care because all the people that meant something to me are dead. They died in the 'demon revolution' or whatever it's called now, they died trying to save the bastards that didn't give a fuck about them.
The powers that be, they're still trying to restore peace but it's never going to work, earth is damned, has been for a long time. They asked me to come and work for them after all of my friends died but I basically told them to shove it because everyone I loved was dead and they didn't do a fucken thing to help, I did so much for them and they did nothing for me. Nothing.
I don't know what happened to Angel and his friends, he had to be elsewhere when the fighting started, protect his town while I protect mine. I tried to find him in the aftermath but it was useless, so many people had died in ways that would leave them unidentifiable so I gave up, besides all that was probably left of him was ash. And now I am way beyond caring what happened to him, emotions get you nowhere in this place, I've had to learn that the hard way.
So now I am stone inside, I am darkness, I am cold, I am nothing. And do I care? Not bloody likely. Buffy Summers is gone, Ebony is in her place and that's how it'll always be. That's how I want it to be, I don't let anybody in and they don't bother me, suits me fine.
I've given up the dreams of hope, the ones where everyone is still alive and where the sun actually shines and where I'm loved and I love someone in return. Never going to happen so why dwell on it, it only depresses me. I reach for my drink, skull it and head towards the dancefloor.
I am dead. I am cold. I am stone. I am slightly fucking crazy and I don't care one bit.
End of Part 1
AUTHOR: Talia
E-MAIL: pinkyboringness@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: Don't own any of the characters, all property to Joss etc.
TIMELINE: Completely AU
SYNOPSIS: There's a big war between the vamps and the humans, all of scooby gang minus Buffy die, eventually vamps and humans come to some sort of peace. Buffy turns bad kind of, she doesn't fight vamps/demons anymore, she doesn't care anymore.
PAIRINGS: B/A, A/F
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and I'll give :)
NOTE: This is quite a dark story, not very happy, angsty (of course).
FEEDBACK: You know I love it!
RATING: R
----------------------------------------------------------
December 2007
Part 1 - Who cares?
My knee length boots pound on the pavement and echo throughout the seemingly empty street, my black jacket swishes around my body, tickling my thighs, while my strapless black dress hugs every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. I brush a stray strand of black hair out of my face and I smile as I see the club with Bruno standing outside guarding the door.
"Hey babe, looking good as usual."
"Don't I know it."
I wink and laugh lightly while he takes my jacket and I enter the club. The music fills my ears and the familiar metallic smell of blood fills my nose and I taste it on my tongue. I make my way to the bar and Jerry hands me my drink before I even have to ask for it.
The black liquid slides down my throat and I wince as it burns slightly but I ignore the pain and order another one. I feel something drip on my thigh and I look down at the red liquid sliding down my leg, I look up and am faced with something I was born to hate but could care less about now. A vampire.
"Hey Bu-"
I grab him by the throat and shove him against the wall, his eyes widen in surprise and I revell in the fear I can smell coming off him. I glare at him and tighten my grip on his throat.
"How many times do I have to fucken tell you to not call me that??!!"
"Shit, I'm sorry Ebony, I forgot."
I let go of his throat and smile coldly at him and knee him in the groin. He falls to the ground clutching his groin and I swear he's almost crying.
"Don't forget it ever again."
No-one notices my little outburst, no-one gives a shit anymore. If I was a vampire I could grab someone and drink their blood infront of thousands of people and they'd all turn their heads and pretend they don't see it. Everybody is beyond caring, so am I.
I make my way back to the bar and sit down sighing while I watch pople on the dancefloor. Blood stains the ground but once again nobody cares. The government likes to pretend that the demons and humans live peacefully together but I know the truth.
Humans selling themselves to vampires, vampires selling themselves to humans. Demons rampaging schools and hotels, the streets are practically soaked in blood. But I don't care because all the people that meant something to me are dead. They died in the 'demon revolution' or whatever it's called now, they died trying to save the bastards that didn't give a fuck about them.
The powers that be, they're still trying to restore peace but it's never going to work, earth is damned, has been for a long time. They asked me to come and work for them after all of my friends died but I basically told them to shove it because everyone I loved was dead and they didn't do a fucken thing to help, I did so much for them and they did nothing for me. Nothing.
I don't know what happened to Angel and his friends, he had to be elsewhere when the fighting started, protect his town while I protect mine. I tried to find him in the aftermath but it was useless, so many people had died in ways that would leave them unidentifiable so I gave up, besides all that was probably left of him was ash. And now I am way beyond caring what happened to him, emotions get you nowhere in this place, I've had to learn that the hard way.
So now I am stone inside, I am darkness, I am cold, I am nothing. And do I care? Not bloody likely. Buffy Summers is gone, Ebony is in her place and that's how it'll always be. That's how I want it to be, I don't let anybody in and they don't bother me, suits me fine.
I've given up the dreams of hope, the ones where everyone is still alive and where the sun actually shines and where I'm loved and I love someone in return. Never going to happen so why dwell on it, it only depresses me. I reach for my drink, skull it and head towards the dancefloor.
I am dead. I am cold. I am stone. I am slightly fucking crazy and I don't care one bit.
End of Part 1
