Title: The First
Author: blackbeltchic
Posted: May 16, 2004
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These beloved characters belong to Joss Whedon, and I am but a powerless fan, craving a bit of attention.
Notes: set in Season Seven. This is a one shot fic, something I came up with a long time ago, and just got around to typing. Please don't ask for more, I don't think I know where it would go.
But that doesn't mean I don't want feedback!
Nothing else really to tell.
A figure walked up to her while patrolling.
"Buffy." His masculine voice said.
"You're not him," she said, without turning, without stopping.
"You should be thankful I'm not."
She was silent, but she stopped.
"How could you get over him so easily? He's not over you, you know. He's haunted by the day that only he remembers."
She spun, confused, but he, she...it had moved on,
"Gallivanting with that whelp. His grandson, no less." The evil turned into Spike, "How could you do that to him, luv?" it changed into Darla, "We were together for generations! But he threw it all away, threw away all we shared, for you!" and now Drusilla, "He deserves better, he does. I gave him better. Nights full of the chase, and the kill," she moved in the sharp, quick movements of a crazy woman, "And days...days full of lust and...well, it's not ladylike to tell, now is it?" And one final change, into him, "I left so you could have a normal like, and you're sleeping around with him? I thought you had better sense than that." He then disappeared.
LATER
"Angel." He barked as a greeting.
"Do you still love me?"
"Buffy?"
"Do you still love me?"
Silence.
END
Author: blackbeltchic
Posted: May 16, 2004
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These beloved characters belong to Joss Whedon, and I am but a powerless fan, craving a bit of attention.
Notes: set in Season Seven. This is a one shot fic, something I came up with a long time ago, and just got around to typing. Please don't ask for more, I don't think I know where it would go.
But that doesn't mean I don't want feedback!
Nothing else really to tell.
A figure walked up to her while patrolling.
"Buffy." His masculine voice said.
"You're not him," she said, without turning, without stopping.
"You should be thankful I'm not."
She was silent, but she stopped.
"How could you get over him so easily? He's not over you, you know. He's haunted by the day that only he remembers."
She spun, confused, but he, she...it had moved on,
"Gallivanting with that whelp. His grandson, no less." The evil turned into Spike, "How could you do that to him, luv?" it changed into Darla, "We were together for generations! But he threw it all away, threw away all we shared, for you!" and now Drusilla, "He deserves better, he does. I gave him better. Nights full of the chase, and the kill," she moved in the sharp, quick movements of a crazy woman, "And days...days full of lust and...well, it's not ladylike to tell, now is it?" And one final change, into him, "I left so you could have a normal like, and you're sleeping around with him? I thought you had better sense than that." He then disappeared.
LATER
"Angel." He barked as a greeting.
"Do you still love me?"
"Buffy?"
"Do you still love me?"
Silence.
END