A Warrior's Thoughts
All these characters belong to Joss Whedon. Long may they live.
The vamp exploded in a burst of dust, a feral scream escaping it. She looks on, uncaring, cold, her job done. She stalks on, her patrol far from finished, and she thinks, as always, about this curse that has been placed upon her.
"Why me?' She mutters. "Why do I have to do all the dirty work?"
Giles' voice speaks from the back of her mind, replying with that same awful phrase that she has heard so many times. "You're the slayer, it is your destiny."
Her eyes narrow at her betraying thoughts, her own mind rebelling against her. She walks on, her thoughts a jumble of pain and sorrow. She has lost so many people, all because of this curse that she was forced into. Being the slayer means pain to those that you care about most, and she just can't deal with it anymore. A tear falls down her cheek, and she swipes it away with a grumble.
"Out of all the girls in the world, why did it pick me? What did I do to deserve this pain?"
Her question goes unanswered, as always. The powers that be have a funny way of not telling her what she really wants to know. Her mind whirls in a familiar pattern, pain mixes with sorrow, sorrow with pain. She walks on, resolute. She has seen so much death, too much for anyone of her tender age. She was supposed to grow up in a loving family, not wandering the graveyards at night. She sighs, forcing away the thoughts. She walks on, resolute, a warrior stalking prey of unnatural origin, doing her sacred duty.
Brent
All these characters belong to Joss Whedon. Long may they live.
The vamp exploded in a burst of dust, a feral scream escaping it. She looks on, uncaring, cold, her job done. She stalks on, her patrol far from finished, and she thinks, as always, about this curse that has been placed upon her.
"Why me?' She mutters. "Why do I have to do all the dirty work?"
Giles' voice speaks from the back of her mind, replying with that same awful phrase that she has heard so many times. "You're the slayer, it is your destiny."
Her eyes narrow at her betraying thoughts, her own mind rebelling against her. She walks on, her thoughts a jumble of pain and sorrow. She has lost so many people, all because of this curse that she was forced into. Being the slayer means pain to those that you care about most, and she just can't deal with it anymore. A tear falls down her cheek, and she swipes it away with a grumble.
"Out of all the girls in the world, why did it pick me? What did I do to deserve this pain?"
Her question goes unanswered, as always. The powers that be have a funny way of not telling her what she really wants to know. Her mind whirls in a familiar pattern, pain mixes with sorrow, sorrow with pain. She walks on, resolute. She has seen so much death, too much for anyone of her tender age. She was supposed to grow up in a loving family, not wandering the graveyards at night. She sighs, forcing away the thoughts. She walks on, resolute, a warrior stalking prey of unnatural origin, doing her sacred duty.
Brent