Author's Notes: When Stars Burn Out is a one-part story that was written
as an answer to a challenge. The challenge was called "It's what I do in
the middle of the day' and basically wanted us to write about what some of
the characters do in the middle of the day, since the bulk of stories are
written about their nighttime activities. I chose to write it in Dru's POV
(point of view). I have another story that is written in Spike's POV for
the same challenge, although it's not really connected to this story in any
other way.
This story is rated G. As far as spoilers go, there really are none. Also, this is most definitely not my world or characters. They belong to Joss Whedon.
Enjoy! **~**
Title: When Stars Burn Out Author: Lady Jesca Email: jesca10@attbi.com Web: Distribution: Just email and ask! Rating: G Summary: Dru in the middle of the day. Improv: #40 - cool, pet, sweat, spray Prompt Improv: #2 - "It's what I do in the middle of the day." Spoilers: Nothing you don't already know. Disclaimer: This is Joss' world I live in. I'm just a visitor.not mine, don't sue. Notes: Answer to the Prompt Improv challenge of what the characters do in the middle of the day. This is the second "Middle of the Day" story I've done. So I guess I got a collection starting. This story is completely independent of the other. **~**
I see them. They see me. They're still as bright as marbles in a jar waiting to be played with. It doesn't matter that the sun is up. It doesn't matter that I'm locked away in my cell of dead skin. I still feel the light from them spray across my body and mind. I hear them.
My stars don't desert me. They are the only things that stay. My daddy left me and my Spike. My Spike. He could never see the stars. Oh he pretended to have them swimming in his eyes, but all he saw were dots. Dots! Dots of imperfection in the black night sky. Imbecilic intelligence. That's my Spike.
They laugh when I'm happy and they sing when I feed. They hum when my body is pleasured and I haven't heard humming for too long. They don't sing to Spike any more. How sad. Sometimes I think about taking his leash and biting it off! But it would be no use. The slayer's got a new play toy. But he was mine! My toy. My love. My son.
They talk to me. They tell me things that were. They tell me things that will be. They guide me. My daddy used to be my guide, but he gave me to the stars. He gave me dots. But what do I need with daddy. The Angel beast has his way with him. Leashed again. I'm surrounded by a pound! All alone now.
My stars told me about my daughter. My grandmummy. Dead. Leashed. Another puppy flitting around at the end of a leash begging to be let go but not wanting to be free. Pets. Domesticated.
I know they're staring at me. Other feeders. They watch me look up at the ceiling and trace the stars that's beyond it. They think I'm crazy. Well, that doesn't mean I can't see my babies. They're there. Even when the light shoves a blanket over them or outshines them like some pesky older sister, I can see them. They stick to the cool sky like sweat on a lover. They all act like they've burnt out.
What a reeking thought. Burned out. I know if the stars burned out, I would fizzle into nothing. What life would be worth living without stars? Not mine. I'd climb my way to join them. Yes! Climb my way to join them. That's what I'll do. That's what I'll do.
This story is rated G. As far as spoilers go, there really are none. Also, this is most definitely not my world or characters. They belong to Joss Whedon.
Enjoy! **~**
Title: When Stars Burn Out Author: Lady Jesca Email: jesca10@attbi.com Web: Distribution: Just email and ask! Rating: G Summary: Dru in the middle of the day. Improv: #40 - cool, pet, sweat, spray Prompt Improv: #2 - "It's what I do in the middle of the day." Spoilers: Nothing you don't already know. Disclaimer: This is Joss' world I live in. I'm just a visitor.not mine, don't sue. Notes: Answer to the Prompt Improv challenge of what the characters do in the middle of the day. This is the second "Middle of the Day" story I've done. So I guess I got a collection starting. This story is completely independent of the other. **~**
I see them. They see me. They're still as bright as marbles in a jar waiting to be played with. It doesn't matter that the sun is up. It doesn't matter that I'm locked away in my cell of dead skin. I still feel the light from them spray across my body and mind. I hear them.
My stars don't desert me. They are the only things that stay. My daddy left me and my Spike. My Spike. He could never see the stars. Oh he pretended to have them swimming in his eyes, but all he saw were dots. Dots! Dots of imperfection in the black night sky. Imbecilic intelligence. That's my Spike.
They laugh when I'm happy and they sing when I feed. They hum when my body is pleasured and I haven't heard humming for too long. They don't sing to Spike any more. How sad. Sometimes I think about taking his leash and biting it off! But it would be no use. The slayer's got a new play toy. But he was mine! My toy. My love. My son.
They talk to me. They tell me things that were. They tell me things that will be. They guide me. My daddy used to be my guide, but he gave me to the stars. He gave me dots. But what do I need with daddy. The Angel beast has his way with him. Leashed again. I'm surrounded by a pound! All alone now.
My stars told me about my daughter. My grandmummy. Dead. Leashed. Another puppy flitting around at the end of a leash begging to be let go but not wanting to be free. Pets. Domesticated.
I know they're staring at me. Other feeders. They watch me look up at the ceiling and trace the stars that's beyond it. They think I'm crazy. Well, that doesn't mean I can't see my babies. They're there. Even when the light shoves a blanket over them or outshines them like some pesky older sister, I can see them. They stick to the cool sky like sweat on a lover. They all act like they've burnt out.
What a reeking thought. Burned out. I know if the stars burned out, I would fizzle into nothing. What life would be worth living without stars? Not mine. I'd climb my way to join them. Yes! Climb my way to join them. That's what I'll do. That's what I'll do.