DISCLAIMER: All the characters belong to the great people at UPN and mutant
enemy. Joss is the creator of them not me, I OWN ABSOLTULY NOTHING.
RATING: I'm not sure where I'm going with this yet, hopefully some place good. For now its Pg-13 maybe some R or NC 17 later on.
Drops of rain drizzled leaving clear trails of liquid on her moist skin. She was soaked but she didn't seem to mind the numb feeling sweeping her body. The stars were nowhere to be seen yet she still stared at the endless sky above her. The night was cold and empty closely resembling the way she felt inside these past few months. Anger devoured her but hurt consumed every part of her being. Everywhere she looked she searched for prey to
unravel her fury upon but somehow nothing of the evil nature had come her way all night. She had been sitting in the same spot for a couple of hours; her small yet lethal hands had left prints in the damp grass beneath her. Her body had tuned itself out to its surroundings; she couldn't feel the chill, the wind, or the rain dropping its remains on her.
Her mind was transfixed on one image. That of her once lover pumping in and out of the ex-demon who she once had considered her friend. She knew that one image would haunt her thoughts for months to come. After leaving the magic box she had escaped to her refuge in the cliff over looking the infamous city of Sunnydale, California. She came here every time self pity decided to pay her a visit. Tonight was different though, she hadn't cried, she hadn't slayed, she hadn't even spoke a word. Tonight she just sat in silence and watched the scenery below. She watched as house by house turned of their lights, she watched as the city fell into slumber, she watched as the rain coated the streets with its tears, and she watched as the trees swayed in their midnight dance.
As much as she wished her life would once change for the better deep down she knew that was all wishful thinking. She was the slayer, the chose one; a tough life came as a part of the job requirement. She was only 21 but her life was full of experiences that most people would never dream of in their worst nightmares. On nights like these her life flashed before her eyes sinking her deeper and deeper into the ocean of pity that existed in her heart.
Sometimes she'd find herself thinking of how her life would turn out if she had made some different decisions in her life. If she never killed Angel, if she had still been with Riley, if her mother hadn't died, if she never had to face off with the hell bitch, if she had never slept with Spike….. Don't go there Buffy, she thought to herself. Once again she saw Spike thrusting into Anya, for the first time all night tears made their presence known in her hazel eyes. As much as she denied her feelings for vampire the hurt was too much to handle. Maybe it was love, No you don't love him, the voice in her head said.
Why do you lie to yourself, the voice in her heart said. You can't love him he has no soul, he's pure evil.
She knew she was wrong, he wasn't evil. He hadn't been evil for a long time. He had been there for her after her mother's death, he had comforted her after she came back from the dead, and he had made her feel alive. But she pushed him away, gave him all he ever wanted and then snatched it out of his grasp. She treated him like a toy; she played with him and then put him back on the shelf. She had used him and discarded of him tearing his non beating heart into shreds. Yet he always came back when she needed him, he always gave her what she wanted even though he knew she'd leave and pretend nothing had happened, pretend it meant nothing to her.
And now she was weeping for him, missing him, craving him. She lifted up her limp hand and wiped away the warm tears descending from her watery eyes. She paused to check the time on her watch. Noticing the early morning hour she lifted her body of the ground and stared into the distance. The sun was going to come up any minute shining its glowing essence onto the damned city. Wiping her tears for the last time she began her journey towards the other side of town.
A black clad figure watched the young girl leave her hiding place. He was leaning against a tree, hidden by the shadows. He had watched her cry and his heart tugged through his chest. He had caused her so much pain and guilt swallowed him whole. He reached into his duster's pocket and searched for his pack of cigarettes. He lifted the box and pulled out his last one. He acquired the silver lighter from his other pocket and lit the smoke.
He watched as Buffy left the clearing and continued her way down the cliff's path. A single tear rolled down his stone cold cheek. He turned the other way and made his way to his crypt before the sun had a chance to burn him whole.
TBC…
RATING: I'm not sure where I'm going with this yet, hopefully some place good. For now its Pg-13 maybe some R or NC 17 later on.
Drops of rain drizzled leaving clear trails of liquid on her moist skin. She was soaked but she didn't seem to mind the numb feeling sweeping her body. The stars were nowhere to be seen yet she still stared at the endless sky above her. The night was cold and empty closely resembling the way she felt inside these past few months. Anger devoured her but hurt consumed every part of her being. Everywhere she looked she searched for prey to
unravel her fury upon but somehow nothing of the evil nature had come her way all night. She had been sitting in the same spot for a couple of hours; her small yet lethal hands had left prints in the damp grass beneath her. Her body had tuned itself out to its surroundings; she couldn't feel the chill, the wind, or the rain dropping its remains on her.
Her mind was transfixed on one image. That of her once lover pumping in and out of the ex-demon who she once had considered her friend. She knew that one image would haunt her thoughts for months to come. After leaving the magic box she had escaped to her refuge in the cliff over looking the infamous city of Sunnydale, California. She came here every time self pity decided to pay her a visit. Tonight was different though, she hadn't cried, she hadn't slayed, she hadn't even spoke a word. Tonight she just sat in silence and watched the scenery below. She watched as house by house turned of their lights, she watched as the city fell into slumber, she watched as the rain coated the streets with its tears, and she watched as the trees swayed in their midnight dance.
As much as she wished her life would once change for the better deep down she knew that was all wishful thinking. She was the slayer, the chose one; a tough life came as a part of the job requirement. She was only 21 but her life was full of experiences that most people would never dream of in their worst nightmares. On nights like these her life flashed before her eyes sinking her deeper and deeper into the ocean of pity that existed in her heart.
Sometimes she'd find herself thinking of how her life would turn out if she had made some different decisions in her life. If she never killed Angel, if she had still been with Riley, if her mother hadn't died, if she never had to face off with the hell bitch, if she had never slept with Spike….. Don't go there Buffy, she thought to herself. Once again she saw Spike thrusting into Anya, for the first time all night tears made their presence known in her hazel eyes. As much as she denied her feelings for vampire the hurt was too much to handle. Maybe it was love, No you don't love him, the voice in her head said.
Why do you lie to yourself, the voice in her heart said. You can't love him he has no soul, he's pure evil.
She knew she was wrong, he wasn't evil. He hadn't been evil for a long time. He had been there for her after her mother's death, he had comforted her after she came back from the dead, and he had made her feel alive. But she pushed him away, gave him all he ever wanted and then snatched it out of his grasp. She treated him like a toy; she played with him and then put him back on the shelf. She had used him and discarded of him tearing his non beating heart into shreds. Yet he always came back when she needed him, he always gave her what she wanted even though he knew she'd leave and pretend nothing had happened, pretend it meant nothing to her.
And now she was weeping for him, missing him, craving him. She lifted up her limp hand and wiped away the warm tears descending from her watery eyes. She paused to check the time on her watch. Noticing the early morning hour she lifted her body of the ground and stared into the distance. The sun was going to come up any minute shining its glowing essence onto the damned city. Wiping her tears for the last time she began her journey towards the other side of town.
A black clad figure watched the young girl leave her hiding place. He was leaning against a tree, hidden by the shadows. He had watched her cry and his heart tugged through his chest. He had caused her so much pain and guilt swallowed him whole. He reached into his duster's pocket and searched for his pack of cigarettes. He lifted the box and pulled out his last one. He acquired the silver lighter from his other pocket and lit the smoke.
He watched as Buffy left the clearing and continued her way down the cliff's path. A single tear rolled down his stone cold cheek. He turned the other way and made his way to his crypt before the sun had a chance to burn him whole.
TBC…
