A Darker View of the World
Continuity: Season 4ish
Disclaimer: I don't own any Buffy characters. Joss, Fox, and a bunch of other people do. I'm just borrowing for a bit. The story itself (such as it is) is mine, first posted at the Watcher's Diary fic board, short enough to be my first fic to try and post here as well. Reviews would be nice, although not much here to comment on.
Harmony was bored.
"God, could you possibly take any longer? It's not like I've got all night to wait around for you."
Well, actually it was like that but Harmony would never admit it. She was lonely, had been ever since Spike had left her. But she'd promised herself she'd never let Spike use her again, that she would be a strong and dangerous and self-confident vampire.
The problem with that was, of course, that she absolutely sucked when it came to hunting. Most of the time she had to mooch off of other kills in order to get a meal, and she absolutely refused to eat rats. Cats, maybe, if they were cute and fluffy and looked clean, but none of those icky alley cats that were about all you ever saw when you were a vampire.
Most girl vampires seduced their prey . . .at parties or at the Bronze. But that was harder than it looked, especially for a stupid . . .. No! Spike was wrong, she wasn't just a pair of legs to spread, she was somebody, she really was. It was just, it was hard. Having to do things for yourself, especially when you were out of practice. She'd never had to make any effort as a human, just being popular was enough. She hadn't had to think as a human, just being pretty was enough.
But now she wasn't a human, she doubted anybody cared that she was dead (that Willow bitch hadn't even known for God's sake!), and being pretty wasn't enough anymore. Lots of human girls were pretty too, and without the huge group of friends that had always followed her around in High School she was simply . . .alone, and pathetic. She had never been alone for so long, not while she was alive. She'd never been in love before either, not really, but Spike hadn't loved her at all, he'd just used her because he needed to feel better about himself because his precious Dorkus had done the same thing to him.
But that was in the past: she'd learned a lot from all those self-help books she'd read. And she'd started to think, really think, about what becoming a vampire had done. She couldn't be the same Harmony anymore, all bright and cheery and trusting that everything would sort itself out for her benefit. She had begun to develop a darker view of the world.
"Come on already."
Truth be told, she was worried. She'd never tried to make another person into a vampire before, and she was worried that she'd done it wrong. There were so many things she wasn't sure about: her own sire hadn't stuck around long enough to teach her anything (killed by that Buffy freak), while Spike hadn't done anything in the training department either. She could barely fight (she'd never been very coordinated) but she was getting better; she had learned how to be quiet, had even started dressing in nasty cloths, so that she'd fit in with her surroundings more. She'd even figured out that if you hit somebody on the head from behind, they wouldn't be able to struggle or run away, and as long as you didn't hit them too hard they'd still be alive enough to taste fresh when you ate them. That's how she'd killed him without him even knowing who she was: she like that, that it would be a surprise for him. A surprise for all of them, that she'd done something big and important . . .even Spike would have to be impressed. Not that she cared, of course.
The dirt at her feet started to move.
"Finally." She exhaled, glad that her . . .whatever it was you called a vampire you sired . . .was rising at last.
Xander Harris' first words as a vampire: "You've gotta be kidding me."