Title: Five Minutes of Fame
Author: Phaedra's Love
Fandom: BtVS/Six Feet Under
Pairing: Faith/Edie
Disclaimer: Everything you see here belongs to Joss Whedon and Alan Ball.
The entire club is silent, eyes focused on the stage ahead the only sound is the exhaling of smoke from people with cigarettes trapped between their fingers.
The lights come up, splashing across a slight blonde just as her fingertips run across the keyboard. Instantly the room fills with the sounds of mechanical pre-recorded and cheap music. Like a five year old with a new Casio that just can't seem to stop listening to the pre-recorded songs over and over again. The only difference is the blonde, and no one can take their eyes off of her.
"Last night I decided to drop some acid and go to the mall. I wanted to buy my mother a birthday present."
Her voice is lulling, soothing yet jarring at the stressed syllables. She makes everyone in the room feel uncomfortable just by simple being there.
"I met this hot girl, she told me to buy a teapot but I think she was on even more acid than I was."
The sound of salespeople erupt over the speakers, ringing up orders in a whirlwind as Edie stalks the stage. Suddenly the voices cut out and there's more pre-recorded Casio music lulling it's audience back to their safe places.
"We went back to her place and afterwards I told her she fucked like a superhero."
She starts stalking faster, nothing but the sounds of the cheap music and her cheap heels hitting the floor. Back and forth, back and forth until everyone is hypnotized by the grey eyes in front of them.
"She told me that she was a mystical vampire hunter."
The music stops and silence blankets the room.
"I asked her where she was getting her drugs."
Black out.
It's another moment until the lights come back on and Edie is sure she can see a familiar figure near the door. Familiar grin below dark eyes just before a back is turned and she exits through the front door.