Title: Faded Innocence
Disclaimer: I by no way in shape, body, or form own Marilyn Manson's "Cake And Sodomy", Titanic's quote "Truth with no logic", and Marilyn Manson's "Organ Grinder."
Rating: Adult only for language and sexual contents with torture.
Summary: Buffy is changed by her not so 'reality.'
I am the god of fuck, i am the god of fuck
virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind, "who said date rape isn't kind?"
porno-nation, evaluation
what's this, "time for segregation"
libido, libido fascination, too much oral defication
white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
time for cake and sodomy
(I am the god of fuck, i am the god of fuck)
vcr's and vasoline, tv-fucked by plastic queens
cash in hand and dick on screen, who said god was ever clean?
bible-belt 'round anglo-waste, putting sinners in their place
yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on your face
white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
time for cake and sodomy
Truth with no logic.
It's the eye of the beholder that draws you in/pulls you into your worst dark fantasies.
"My friends will find me", she says weakly as she drags her weak body out of the freshly dug grave and out of the creature's site. The demon snarls and goes after her but the strength that the soul gave gave enough strength to her as she held the cross shaped necklace tightly in one palm. "Stay back! Don't come any closer!" The demon psychopath wrinkled his nose and backed away. Giles had sent her on some fool's mission only for the mission to fail and for Buffy's whole life to be changed in one night. She can no longer feel the heat of her own warmth or the blood pumping through her delicate cores- now, she's just one of the many- to be turned. The vampire vamped slayer finally makes it to her front yard and slinks to her porch dragging her mud covered dress along with her as her face is still charred with dirt from last night. She decided to wear something like a Red Riding Hood as her get- up for Halloween this cold and chilly evening. Buffy wakes up with a dry scream dying on her throat! Three new flashbacks- 3 new dreams and everyone's different from the other and each place is different than the last but everything felt the same/was the same. Nothing felt out of place almost like it was- right. It almost felt right. "Urghh none of this makes sense", she says frustratingly. She thought they were gone after they saved Billy from some crazed psychotic killer known as Lucky 19.
"Maybe I'm going through another change", she says sourly. She sighed- she'd been in the most unpredictable circumstances- she'd been bit, hit, slapped around- she'd been scarred, whipped, and tortured at every possible bitter and unlucky turn- she'd been reduced into a mere screaming girl scared for her own life and now she's back to reality.
Pulls you into your delusions.
In every realm, there is one possibility/one mind.
One dream.
Her short orange hair is messy- like a halo that cups around her face and her eyes are withdrawn. She stares blankly at the half floating and half standing image of herself in the mirror. "This isn't me", she screams in denial!
She shakes her head. She rakes two scars down her arm! "This can't be me!" She reaches up and pulls at her scalp! "This isn't me!"
"I know what this is! This is some trick/some delusion caused by you isn't it!?! Come out here and face me Lucky 19! Come on- I don't have all day!"
Buffy ripped the dress off of a dead girl that clung to her arms like a pitiful beggar. She then put it on herself and smiled. She liked this dress. It's a fabric made like Drusilla's creamy white gown that flowed from her shoulders to her feet. Every sharp intake of breath left no air and the small pattering of movements only succeeded in making her more devoted to her new being. She smiled and laughed. If Giles would have told her what it's like to be a vampire- she might have laughed but now that she isn't bound to a line of deaths and pain and torture, she is finally free and looking for a meal. Now that there aren't anything keeping her from the boundaries between life and death, she can be normal.
Her first target had been a path*tic woman that ran right into her arms and made her efforts effortless. She was ranting something about a creature with a deformed face chasing her and that she should go home! Buffy swung around showing her true face. She had said, "Is this it" and the woman screamed!
It's Halloween night and everyone had to dress as one creature or another and that woman picked Drusilla of all vampires. Buffy's hair is now shoulder lengths and curled at the ends.
Strangely, her turning had made her look at least 5 years younger. "Not too shabby", thought Buffy. Eternal youth is one of the perks of being a vampire.
No more worrying about dying and growing old with some boring old funky guy when she should be out there tearing out throats and ripping out hearts!
No more years of wasted sleep; endless possibilities. The threat of death is now a jaded memory.
Being a slayer she has mixed strengths and sunlight, holy water, crosses, and stakes won't burn her as much as a regular vampire's.
She also has super speed to help her during a fight!
His eyes turns to Buffy who was just finished ripping out her latest meal. "Well well well, what do we have here?" Buffy dropped the dead person and smiles up at him. "Hello Angel", she purrs as she lets one finger trail through his flesh.
"Buffy, what are you doing in L.A.?" "Well, I heard from one demon to another demon that poor pesky Angel is gone and now we have Angelus so there was no way I'm going to miss this little rebirth. Mind telling me how you lost your soul?" "Got it ripped out actually. Now, no more soul boy to interfere with you and I still have to punish you for that little send Angel to h*ll crap and that sword trick play." Buffy growls at him. "But you left me so I could have this so called normal life! How was I going to live without you!?! You knew that slayers didn't have a long lifespan and that they are meant to die by some dorky loser vamp that thought they could have a go! I knew it was going to happen sooner or later but I just didn't think it would happen sooner."
17th nightmare and counting.
Buffy stands before a group of minions that she had hand chosen. She walks up to a big tall vamp with muscular arms through a torn sleeved checker shirt and black jeans with a brown belt. "Jason", she snarled. The minion ducks his head in respect. "Yes mistress?" "Get the car ready and bring the weapons. Tonight, we're going to pay a visit to some old friends. They owe me for all the sh*t they've put me through especially that fool Giles!"
The first group of vampires went into one car and the second climbed in the back car and got cramped together in a small corner while the third hopped onto the back of a black ford mudding.
Buffy slammed the door and squealed onto the pavement before turning the turnpike.
The sun rose, and for the day, the evil slept. They hid, crouching in their places of darkness, and waited, waited for a power that was calling for them all. They must answer the power. But the power told them to wait. Wait for the sun to die, and then let this town be a world full of blood and terror.
"The world is a big hollow ground", she walked behind the girl and tucked her hair back. "A night full of promises of deaths and destruction."
She grabs a bundle and pulls her back. "But you're on the picking list."
I am the face of piss and shit and sugar
I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey
What I want, what I want is just your children
I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being
Calliopenis envy from your daddy
You're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear
What I say disgusts him
He wants to be me and that scares him
"let's do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey"
The black keys
Here is my real head, here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head
They try to blink me not to think me
Don't want to bring me out
I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers
My prison skin's an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad
I am your son
Your dad
Your fag
I am your fad
Here is my real head, here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head
Willow is spooned naked between Buffy and Dlac- her master.
Her body is covered with the beatings of whips and burns from matches. Her thighs are still dripping with blood from the newly made wounds.
Buffy begins to dip and lick at the column of her throat and clenched her legs tighter as they rocked together to the soft music floating into the room with the little flames dancing.
(This song is by me)-
You know I pretend not to notice it
When you look at me this way
Just one look from your eyes
That's all I've got to say
You're the reason
And I'm the one
We are the symphony
And you are the tide
Tides are changing
Waves are crashing
It's destiny
It's fate
I am the one
{On course}
I am the one
She then slowly rips off her garter and it falls to the floor. Buffy begins to whisper to her and soothingly rubs her back in little small circles.
"This is great isn't it Wills? No more boundaries keeping us from touching each other like this/from keeping us from being together. No more rules of society to make us all boring/no more stupid slayer books and lame old Giles telling us what to do. I gave you freedom Wills."
And make it like Drusilla's- long and with a white clip on the back and some curls hanging by my face.
Willow flips open the magic book to recite in some ancient Celtic language mixed up with Greek, Italian, and Latin. Then, she placed down the red mixture and drank it down. Buffy cut her finger and put the drop of blood into the cup- she drank it down too.