Title: And in the end we are all that's left.
Author: Nightbird.
Distribution: SHL, anyone with my fic otherwise ask.
Disclaimer: Joss owns them. I just borrow them to work on my personal
demons.
Couple: S/D, S/W
Notes: I'm going though a wonderful time at the moment, today was possibly
the worst ever.
I'm feeling pissed off and feel like taking it out on the characters. There
will be more Nervous soon. I can't write happy or smutty fics with a
thundercloud over my head.
Dedication: My Wonderful Siblings - Stryx,Soul',Gunbunny,Megan & Omega H.
Everyone who is lurking in a dark alley with a brick,wanting more of
Nervous.
To Everyone who going though a bad patch.
***********
The clouds roll in and cover the moon. The darkness covers everything. It's
times like this that I miss Dru. My Black Goddess, My Ripe Wicked Plum. She
loved the moon, said it whispered to her, telling her such wonderful
stories. I wonder where is she tonight. I know death is keeping a watchful
eye on her evil childe.
The Slayer's sulking, Who knows or cares why. Stupid bint, when will she
ever learn that the world does not nor will it ever revolve around her. Big
Deal, the poof left her, learn to live with it. I did. You don't see me
complaining or moping.
The Whelp. Good for two things, hard labour and wasting space. He tends to
use the second one the most. My time is spent considering ways of killing
him.Slow,painful ways. His girlfriend. She amuses me. I've heard a lot about
her antics. I'd have loved to be around to see the Vampire version of
Willow. Spitfire in eternal darkness plus she gets bonus points for keeping
my sire as a puppy dog.
Willow. So sweet, so innocent. Or so they'd like to believe. She's powerful,
you can sense it, she just doesn't realise it. If I ever get rid of this
chip, I'm going to claim her as mine. Then we shall rule together, White
King, Red Queen. Red, the colour of blood, the last thing that will cross
the Scooby gang's mind as darkness feeds on the dying of life.
The slayer will fall, she's going to anyway. The demons and the forces of
darkness, they'll wear her away until all that is left is a gravestone
marking yet another casualty of the never ending war against darkness. This
amuses me, the fact that they believe that one day good will be triumphant
over darkness. They never realise that they will die and darkness will eat
the light. Covering, just like the clouds cover the moon. Drusilla would
like that.
And in the end, we - the demons - are all that's left.
Author: Nightbird.
Distribution: SHL, anyone with my fic otherwise ask.
Disclaimer: Joss owns them. I just borrow them to work on my personal
demons.
Couple: S/D, S/W
Notes: I'm going though a wonderful time at the moment, today was possibly
the worst ever.
I'm feeling pissed off and feel like taking it out on the characters. There
will be more Nervous soon. I can't write happy or smutty fics with a
thundercloud over my head.
Dedication: My Wonderful Siblings - Stryx,Soul',Gunbunny,Megan & Omega H.
Everyone who is lurking in a dark alley with a brick,wanting more of
Nervous.
To Everyone who going though a bad patch.
***********
The clouds roll in and cover the moon. The darkness covers everything. It's
times like this that I miss Dru. My Black Goddess, My Ripe Wicked Plum. She
loved the moon, said it whispered to her, telling her such wonderful
stories. I wonder where is she tonight. I know death is keeping a watchful
eye on her evil childe.
The Slayer's sulking, Who knows or cares why. Stupid bint, when will she
ever learn that the world does not nor will it ever revolve around her. Big
Deal, the poof left her, learn to live with it. I did. You don't see me
complaining or moping.
The Whelp. Good for two things, hard labour and wasting space. He tends to
use the second one the most. My time is spent considering ways of killing
him.Slow,painful ways. His girlfriend. She amuses me. I've heard a lot about
her antics. I'd have loved to be around to see the Vampire version of
Willow. Spitfire in eternal darkness plus she gets bonus points for keeping
my sire as a puppy dog.
Willow. So sweet, so innocent. Or so they'd like to believe. She's powerful,
you can sense it, she just doesn't realise it. If I ever get rid of this
chip, I'm going to claim her as mine. Then we shall rule together, White
King, Red Queen. Red, the colour of blood, the last thing that will cross
the Scooby gang's mind as darkness feeds on the dying of life.
The slayer will fall, she's going to anyway. The demons and the forces of
darkness, they'll wear her away until all that is left is a gravestone
marking yet another casualty of the never ending war against darkness. This
amuses me, the fact that they believe that one day good will be triumphant
over darkness. They never realise that they will die and darkness will eat
the light. Covering, just like the clouds cover the moon. Drusilla would
like that.
And in the end, we - the demons - are all that's left.