Disclaimer: Obviously, I am not Joss Whedon. I do not own Buffy. I'm not
making any money off of this story.
***
I'd laugh, if I was corporeal.
Look at you, standing there, surrounded by your friends, with that small smile and those big, teary eyes.
You have the Scythe.
You destroyed my Turok-Han army.
The Hellmouth swallowed up Sunnydale.
You think you've won, that you've defeated me, that all is right with the world once more.
I don't blame you, really. You're used to it. Every year, May rolls around, and you get to kill the Big Bad. The Master? Dust. Angelus? Botched that up a bit, didn't you? Mayor Wilkins? Adam? Glory? All dead.
But not me.
You don't see what's right in front of you, or more specifically, what's all around you.
Your little Watcher friend said it best. There's another Hellmouth in Cleveland. And more in Memphis, Tiajuana, Versailles, Johannasburg. Well, you get the idea. There's two in Transylvania alone. Those Romanian Hellmouths don't get visited often these days, though. The vampires think it's too cliché.
Anyway, my point is that it's not over. It will never be over, until I win. You can't destroy me. I'm everwhere. You've simply delayed the inevitable.
You think you've changed anything by giving those girls Slayer powers? Well, here comes the funny part, the part that almost takes the sting out of my little setback. You've cursed them. You've cursed them all.
You with your speeches and your holier-than-thou attitude, you were so ready to condemn the men who created the first Slayer. You don't even realize that you've become them.
Why'd you do it? To defeat me? Or did you think you'd feel better knowing that there were countless others like you?
You have felt so alone, for so long. I could feel your pain, every sweet moment of it. This is your gift to all those girls. You don't really understand what it is to be alone. Truly, helplessly alone. You've always had your friends. What you've felt is just the tip of the iceberg. Yet it was still unbearable at times, wasn't it? And having other Slayers around, like Kendra and Faith, didn't help for a moment, did it? How much harder will it be for the rest of them?
Once the novelty of their newfound strength wears off, the new Slayers will begin to feel the burden they bear, which you gave to them. They'll come to realize what it is to be a Slayer. It's not about power. It's about an endless fight that they cannot win, leading to an early grave. They won't thank you for it. Trust me.
Will you be there for them when reality sets in?
I will.
***
I'd laugh, if I was corporeal.
Look at you, standing there, surrounded by your friends, with that small smile and those big, teary eyes.
You have the Scythe.
You destroyed my Turok-Han army.
The Hellmouth swallowed up Sunnydale.
You think you've won, that you've defeated me, that all is right with the world once more.
I don't blame you, really. You're used to it. Every year, May rolls around, and you get to kill the Big Bad. The Master? Dust. Angelus? Botched that up a bit, didn't you? Mayor Wilkins? Adam? Glory? All dead.
But not me.
You don't see what's right in front of you, or more specifically, what's all around you.
Your little Watcher friend said it best. There's another Hellmouth in Cleveland. And more in Memphis, Tiajuana, Versailles, Johannasburg. Well, you get the idea. There's two in Transylvania alone. Those Romanian Hellmouths don't get visited often these days, though. The vampires think it's too cliché.
Anyway, my point is that it's not over. It will never be over, until I win. You can't destroy me. I'm everwhere. You've simply delayed the inevitable.
You think you've changed anything by giving those girls Slayer powers? Well, here comes the funny part, the part that almost takes the sting out of my little setback. You've cursed them. You've cursed them all.
You with your speeches and your holier-than-thou attitude, you were so ready to condemn the men who created the first Slayer. You don't even realize that you've become them.
Why'd you do it? To defeat me? Or did you think you'd feel better knowing that there were countless others like you?
You have felt so alone, for so long. I could feel your pain, every sweet moment of it. This is your gift to all those girls. You don't really understand what it is to be alone. Truly, helplessly alone. You've always had your friends. What you've felt is just the tip of the iceberg. Yet it was still unbearable at times, wasn't it? And having other Slayers around, like Kendra and Faith, didn't help for a moment, did it? How much harder will it be for the rest of them?
Once the novelty of their newfound strength wears off, the new Slayers will begin to feel the burden they bear, which you gave to them. They'll come to realize what it is to be a Slayer. It's not about power. It's about an endless fight that they cannot win, leading to an early grave. They won't thank you for it. Trust me.
Will you be there for them when reality sets in?
I will.