* NOTE * Same story on different ff.net account. See my profile.
* DISCLAIMER * BtVs, Hailie's Song by Eminem, belong to whom they belong to. I own nothing!
* SPOILER * Story set right after Empty Places (7x19). First two lines are spoilers.
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"It's Faith who we'll follow from now on. Not you, not anymore." Kennedy cruelly declared the start of their mutiny. "If you don't like the idea, you might as well leave."
"Fine, suit yourself." Buffy said no more after that and walked out of her own house.
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The night was still. Many people already left the more-evil-than-ever demon town, human or otherwise. There was no one in sight on the street, save the abandoned slayer slumped in the bench at the bus shelter, staring into the dark. She looked tired. She felt tired. For the past few months, everyone's life had been dependent on her. That responsibility and the pressure almost made her crumble. Yet she held on. Then all of a sudden these lives no longer choose to be dependent on her. That desertion and loneliness had made her crumble, at last.
Tears flowed from her gazing eyes down the cheeks. Softly she began to sing.
Some days I sit staring out the window, watching this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothing to live for, I almost break down and cry
Sometimes I think I'm crazy, I'm crazy, oh, so crazy
Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders, everyone's leaning on me
Sometimes it feels like the world's almost over, but then she comes back to me.
It was funny. She never liked Eminem. For the longest time she even detested the angry rapper for his "do nothing but kill his wife and shoot his mom" bashing. Then without knowing it, the first song she could relate herself to was his song. Wasn't that just ironic?
But speaking of irony, when in her life hasn't been a big irony? Her only sister, one made out of her very own blood, wanted her out of her own house. Her father turned on her. Her father figure turned on her. The first man who ever loved her would turn evil whenever she gives him a moment of true happiness. The next man who ever loved her decided to feed himself to her mortal enemies. The third man who ever loved her she didn't love, couldn't love. When in her life hasn't been a big irony?
How many times had she wished for a normal life? A life without demons, without mysteries, without deaths. A life she could live without having to carry a stake, wear a cross, or dig through old heavy volumes of references day after day. But then without the slaying, she wouldn't be her anymore, would she? She wouldn't be complete. She could never be normal. She was the Slayer. It was her calling, her gift. It was her. There was no way out. If it was power that was needed to save the world, power would be her gift. If it was death that was needed to save the world, death would be her gift. There was no turning back. How many times had she wished for a normal life?
The slayer slowly got up from the bench. She shivered slightly to the night wind, and zipped her jacket up to the collar. She looked back at her house for one last time, then wiped her last tears off her face and turned around. She strolled down the street aimlessly, disappearing into the silent darkness on the other side, following blindly her destiny, her path.
"I know slayers. They fight alone. The rest of us be damned." - Spike (BtVS 7x17 Lies My Parents Told Me)
* DISCLAIMER * BtVs, Hailie's Song by Eminem, belong to whom they belong to. I own nothing!
* SPOILER * Story set right after Empty Places (7x19). First two lines are spoilers.
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"It's Faith who we'll follow from now on. Not you, not anymore." Kennedy cruelly declared the start of their mutiny. "If you don't like the idea, you might as well leave."
"Fine, suit yourself." Buffy said no more after that and walked out of her own house.
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The night was still. Many people already left the more-evil-than-ever demon town, human or otherwise. There was no one in sight on the street, save the abandoned slayer slumped in the bench at the bus shelter, staring into the dark. She looked tired. She felt tired. For the past few months, everyone's life had been dependent on her. That responsibility and the pressure almost made her crumble. Yet she held on. Then all of a sudden these lives no longer choose to be dependent on her. That desertion and loneliness had made her crumble, at last.
Tears flowed from her gazing eyes down the cheeks. Softly she began to sing.
Some days I sit staring out the window, watching this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothing to live for, I almost break down and cry
Sometimes I think I'm crazy, I'm crazy, oh, so crazy
Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders, everyone's leaning on me
Sometimes it feels like the world's almost over, but then she comes back to me.
It was funny. She never liked Eminem. For the longest time she even detested the angry rapper for his "do nothing but kill his wife and shoot his mom" bashing. Then without knowing it, the first song she could relate herself to was his song. Wasn't that just ironic?
But speaking of irony, when in her life hasn't been a big irony? Her only sister, one made out of her very own blood, wanted her out of her own house. Her father turned on her. Her father figure turned on her. The first man who ever loved her would turn evil whenever she gives him a moment of true happiness. The next man who ever loved her decided to feed himself to her mortal enemies. The third man who ever loved her she didn't love, couldn't love. When in her life hasn't been a big irony?
How many times had she wished for a normal life? A life without demons, without mysteries, without deaths. A life she could live without having to carry a stake, wear a cross, or dig through old heavy volumes of references day after day. But then without the slaying, she wouldn't be her anymore, would she? She wouldn't be complete. She could never be normal. She was the Slayer. It was her calling, her gift. It was her. There was no way out. If it was power that was needed to save the world, power would be her gift. If it was death that was needed to save the world, death would be her gift. There was no turning back. How many times had she wished for a normal life?
The slayer slowly got up from the bench. She shivered slightly to the night wind, and zipped her jacket up to the collar. She looked back at her house for one last time, then wiped her last tears off her face and turned around. She strolled down the street aimlessly, disappearing into the silent darkness on the other side, following blindly her destiny, her path.
"I know slayers. They fight alone. The rest of us be damned." - Spike (BtVS 7x17 Lies My Parents Told Me)