Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. It's very sad. All credit for the characters goes to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Not me. Damn.
Distribution: Are you kidding? I'd go insane with joy. Just tell me where, so I can watch and gloat.
Author's Notes: It fell out of my fingers; I take no blame. And I do love B/A. Send feedback with love (please?)
Once there was a girl and a boy-a man- a vampire. And they loved.
He had whispered to her once, soft in soft dark night, cold and yet warm, "I would die with you."
And this was in the time when all was promises, every night was hot kisses in the cold place of the dead, and she had believed him. Time passed and people changed and he was mean and cold and hurting and then good again, and then leaving, and then gone. Gone to far away, new life, and all the promises were broken one by one by one. To never love another, to stay with her always, snapped in half like a woman's neck, and this was this.
And then the girl was lonely. And dark. And a new vampire, one with biting words and stubborn eyes, was here and it was always night.
Tower. High and bleak and a new cemetary. Place of the dead. And that was where the last promise was broken. Because she jumped and did not rise after she fell, and yet when pulled back from warmth he was still there.
She met him on a beach, and he sobbed and pulled her to him, but she was cold still. And she stood mutely as he ran his hands over her, and she spoke.
"You lived."
His eyes were narrow and teary but hers lay still in a burial ground.
"You lived." Pause. "Say it."
He could see now. He could hear his own voice in his head. I would die with you.
"It...it hurt so much."
"But you lived."
He hated it! He didn't want... He couldn't....
"Say it!"
Repeated.
"Say it!"
"I...I lived."
And she slipped from his arms and turned back to her dead mother's car and went away. And the moral of our story, children?
Promises. Well.
The end.
Distribution: Are you kidding? I'd go insane with joy. Just tell me where, so I can watch and gloat.
Author's Notes: It fell out of my fingers; I take no blame. And I do love B/A. Send feedback with love (please?)
Once there was a girl and a boy-a man- a vampire. And they loved.
He had whispered to her once, soft in soft dark night, cold and yet warm, "I would die with you."
And this was in the time when all was promises, every night was hot kisses in the cold place of the dead, and she had believed him. Time passed and people changed and he was mean and cold and hurting and then good again, and then leaving, and then gone. Gone to far away, new life, and all the promises were broken one by one by one. To never love another, to stay with her always, snapped in half like a woman's neck, and this was this.
And then the girl was lonely. And dark. And a new vampire, one with biting words and stubborn eyes, was here and it was always night.
Tower. High and bleak and a new cemetary. Place of the dead. And that was where the last promise was broken. Because she jumped and did not rise after she fell, and yet when pulled back from warmth he was still there.
She met him on a beach, and he sobbed and pulled her to him, but she was cold still. And she stood mutely as he ran his hands over her, and she spoke.
"You lived."
His eyes were narrow and teary but hers lay still in a burial ground.
"You lived." Pause. "Say it."
He could see now. He could hear his own voice in his head. I would die with you.
"It...it hurt so much."
"But you lived."
He hated it! He didn't want... He couldn't....
"Say it!"
Repeated.
"Say it!"
"I...I lived."
And she slipped from his arms and turned back to her dead mother's car and went away. And the moral of our story, children?
Promises. Well.
The end.