Sorry my lovelies, I needed a slight break, and this little piece came to
mind. I own nothing but my little kitties, and no you can't have them in
hopes of playing poker with Spike. :Þ Nyah. Set after nothing, set
before nothing. This is just... a piece. Well, actually... Any time in an
AU season 6.
Always your.
Tequila Sunrise
Buffy stood at the crypt's entrance. And stood some more. Finally, she took a deep breath...
And stood there.
'Damnit, Buffy... This is not that hard. You've done this before. Yeah... And everytime it backfires, and you get left, you stupid bint. Shut up, you negative bitch. He hasn't left yet. Not even once. Never. So? And this changes things? Naiive, much? GAH! I SAID SHUT UP!' Buffy paced back and forth in front of the crypt, her face scrunched up, arguing internally with herself.
'He loves me. So did Angel. So did Riley. So did your Dad. Seeing a pattern here? Fuck you. Oh... quick one, Buffy. You always were swift. Be *quiet*. He loves Dawn. And he can kill me and hasn't. I've lain in his arms, and never felt fear for my life. *cough chuckle cough* You are THE dumbest vampire slayer EVER. I mean... Drop the 'S', please? I AM NOT A VAMPIRE LAYER! Uhhh huh... So, um... HOW many have you slept with? Just TWO! Which is HOW many more than any OTHER slayer? Well.. I... Um... Mmm hmm... Exactly, Buffy, dear, you need to pull away from this situation because it never ends well. Hey! Everyone is still.. umm.. undead. *sigh* Which is a VERY big problem in your given profession... As you are supposed to make them.. *completely* dead. Bite me! He's nice. He fights back. What makes you think that one day while he's 'fighting back', he's not just gonna off and snap your neck? Because he said he wouldn't! Ohhhh.. I see. Well, then. Because vampire's are to be TRUSTED. Hey! We could just dress them up, and let them be Santa at department stores when Christmas comes around, because, hey! Let's just trust them with the KIDS now. I mean... they're so TRUSTWORTHY and all.'
"I SAID SHUT UP!!!!"
"Sweet bleedin' word, Slayer! What the sodding hell is the matter with you?" The vampire had jumped three feet in the air when Buffy had screamed, which worked in the opposite way of him sneaking up on her.
She turned, nostrils flared in temper, and stomped up to him. "I love you, ok? I'm not naiive, you CAN'T dress up like Santa at Christmas, and if you leave me, EVER, I will stake you. I just thought you should know!" She was silent a moment, then, "I SAID SHUT UP! IT **WAS** A GOOD IDEA! SCREW YOU TOO!"
She stomped off towards home, and Spike started laughing, rubbing his head confusedly the whole time.
Ok, the end.
I told you, just a light little piece. I hope you understand the two 'opposing' Buffy's in the story. It was just supposed to make you chuckle a little bit. Review. Oh, I didn't quit Convoluted, I just needed a break.
Tequila Sunrise
Always your.
Tequila Sunrise
Buffy stood at the crypt's entrance. And stood some more. Finally, she took a deep breath...
And stood there.
'Damnit, Buffy... This is not that hard. You've done this before. Yeah... And everytime it backfires, and you get left, you stupid bint. Shut up, you negative bitch. He hasn't left yet. Not even once. Never. So? And this changes things? Naiive, much? GAH! I SAID SHUT UP!' Buffy paced back and forth in front of the crypt, her face scrunched up, arguing internally with herself.
'He loves me. So did Angel. So did Riley. So did your Dad. Seeing a pattern here? Fuck you. Oh... quick one, Buffy. You always were swift. Be *quiet*. He loves Dawn. And he can kill me and hasn't. I've lain in his arms, and never felt fear for my life. *cough chuckle cough* You are THE dumbest vampire slayer EVER. I mean... Drop the 'S', please? I AM NOT A VAMPIRE LAYER! Uhhh huh... So, um... HOW many have you slept with? Just TWO! Which is HOW many more than any OTHER slayer? Well.. I... Um... Mmm hmm... Exactly, Buffy, dear, you need to pull away from this situation because it never ends well. Hey! Everyone is still.. umm.. undead. *sigh* Which is a VERY big problem in your given profession... As you are supposed to make them.. *completely* dead. Bite me! He's nice. He fights back. What makes you think that one day while he's 'fighting back', he's not just gonna off and snap your neck? Because he said he wouldn't! Ohhhh.. I see. Well, then. Because vampire's are to be TRUSTED. Hey! We could just dress them up, and let them be Santa at department stores when Christmas comes around, because, hey! Let's just trust them with the KIDS now. I mean... they're so TRUSTWORTHY and all.'
"I SAID SHUT UP!!!!"
"Sweet bleedin' word, Slayer! What the sodding hell is the matter with you?" The vampire had jumped three feet in the air when Buffy had screamed, which worked in the opposite way of him sneaking up on her.
She turned, nostrils flared in temper, and stomped up to him. "I love you, ok? I'm not naiive, you CAN'T dress up like Santa at Christmas, and if you leave me, EVER, I will stake you. I just thought you should know!" She was silent a moment, then, "I SAID SHUT UP! IT **WAS** A GOOD IDEA! SCREW YOU TOO!"
She stomped off towards home, and Spike started laughing, rubbing his head confusedly the whole time.
Ok, the end.
I told you, just a light little piece. I hope you understand the two 'opposing' Buffy's in the story. It was just supposed to make you chuckle a little bit. Review. Oh, I didn't quit Convoluted, I just needed a break.
Tequila Sunrise