Author: Scarlet Ibis
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn.
Rated: R
Summary: This is loosely based on "About of Boy" and "Someone Like You"... Oh and it's completely AU, no demons, or witches, everyone's human. Oh, and two of our main characters have a slight case of split personality... Hope you have fun reading.
"Here and Now"
Chapter One
9 Years Earlier...
"Damn it, William! Can't you understand?! I don't want to be here! I hate this place, this life, and most importantly, you. You make me sick. You and the girl!" Drusilla yelled.
"Dru, love, just put down the knife, okay? Let's talk about this, okay?" He said as he stepped closer.
"Stay back!!" She screeched, swiping the knife dangerously close to his face.
"Dru, please- " But he was cut off by her battle cry. She then lunged at him, cutting him on his left eyebrow. He stumbled backwards as blood started to flow freely into his eye.
"Take care of our poppet, William. Goodbye."
She appeared so cool and calm, and then the bitch just left me there. Always knew the bint was off her nut, but that was just bleeding insane. Should've known better when she named our daughter Dawn when she was born at sunset. But I loved her all the same.
She was the most beautiful baby. With swirls of brown hair and her big blue eyes... You know, she never was a problem as a baby. Always quiet and docile, and never was collicky. That's why I couldn't understand. Dawn was only five months old when she abandoned us. She wanted to leave me, fine. We were just starting out after all. Maybe she wasn't ready. But even so, I'll never forgive her for leaving our little girl.
About a month after she left and after crying out useless buckets of salt; after I sunk into a hole of depression, I decided to make some changes. William needed to die, and I needed to leave- leave behind old memories and weakness. I first cut my hair real short, bleached it, destroyed all of my clothes... You see, William was a complete nancy boy- weak and didn't deserve to see another day. Maybe it was all a psychological thing, but it made me feel better. I had to be strong, for her. I haven't trusted another woman (well, emotionally anyway) ever since. Who needs all of that emotional baggage? I mean, how can you trust something that bleeds for five days straight and doesn't die?
I decided to move to America. California to be exact. You see, my family was already there. My father, Rupert Giles, has a business here. A book store. But now, he's going through some sort of a mid-life crisis. You know the usual, little red sports car, earring, twenty- nine year old girlfriend by the name of Anya. But, they've been together for two years now, and she's expecting. Kinda cute, actually. It's still weird though when your old man is with someone younger than you.
Then, there's my cousin/pseudo brother Wes. We grew up together. When he was four, his parents- my uncle and aunt, died in a car crash, so my father had him come live with me and my mum. We're the same age, 'cept I'm three and a half months older. We had a happy home, then twelve years later, mum died. Cancer got her. Dad waited until we went off to college, and then he was the first to leave to Cali. Then Wes went on to study law and left too. London, I mean. I stayed behind for awhile and met Dru and, well, let's not get into that. Anyway, Wes is working in a highly established law firm called Wolfram & Hart, but is going to leave soon with his live in girlfriend, Lilah and start their own firm, as partners. I wish them the best.
Me, well I've written two books, two big successes. One was an adaptation of my own life, mostly set around my past times in high school, my family and college called School Hard, the other, a collection of poems, alternating between elation and joy and hatred and anger. I called it My Angel and That BITCH. Guess who my inspirations were.
****************** I consider myself to be pretty lucky. My Dad may be a little crazy but, he loves me with all of his heart. Sometimes the other kids in my class get kinda jealous of me. I mean, my dad is the youngest parent with a nine year old at age thirty- one, and he lets me stay up late sometimes at night and he has cool friends- Uncle Wes, Lilah, Anya, Angel, Aunt Willow and Uncle Xander... But sometimes, I get jealous of them. But of course, no one knows. Even though a few of their parents are divorced, they still have their mommies. I never had a mommy. Daddy says she died a long time ago, and never talks about her. This one time though, I snuck into our attic and went through all of these old boxes until I found one with old pictures in it. There were some of Grandma and Grandpa Giles, Daddy and Uncle Wes when they were little kids, and one of this dark haired woman. She wasn't really smiling in the photo- it was more of a grin. There was no nam or date on the back, and there weren't anymore of her in the entire box. But there were some of me and the other half of the photo missisng. I guess mommy was in those.
I thought about asking Daddy about it, but he would probably get all angry and take it away. So I snuck it to my room and put it underneath the barbie bed in my barbie's dram house. He'd never look there.
Sometimes I'd wonder why Daddy never thought of marrying again. Oh sure he goes out on dates- lots of dates. But he never brings them home. I never meet these mystery women in his life. But he always tells me not to worry about it 'cause they're never of any importance. Surely at least one of them would be nice enough for me to meet? But then he gives me this look- ya know "it's the end of the discussion, young lady" look. 'Cept he never calls me young lady, it's either Nibblet, or Bit, or Dawn or Dawnie. I like it when he calls me Dawnie or Bit. It means he's in an especially good mood.
Then, he proceeds to explain how I have plenty of women in my life who can tell me the mysteries of being a yound girl. There's only three though. Aunt Willow, who's more like a friend than the motherly type, even though she has a son of her own. Jesse's fouf. Anya, who's too jealous to worry about anyone other than her or her baby. If Grandpa- sorry. He's going through this thingwhere he only wants me to call him Giles. I guess that's where dad gets it from. If anyone dares to call him William, he'll go totally crazy on them. He hates his name. "William Randal Giles indeed." he used to mutter to himself. Anyway, if Giles doesn't focus on Anya all the time, then she'll get all whiney and upset. Then there's Lilah. I don't think she likes kids, of any kind. She's nice, but doesn't really like to be bothered.
So, I've decided to take matters into my own hands. Well, not so much my hands as Uncle Wes. Surely he must know someone who can be a mom to me. Even if it's only for a little while. Well, it was a nice thought anyway. It's not that dad isn't enough, but I mean, who's gonna tell me things- woman things? Dad thinks almost all women are the devil, 'cept for us four. I tried to tell him this one time of this guy I sorta liked, then he said that boys were the devil too and to stay away from them. Another woman around the house wouldn't be so bad. Could it?
**************** ... Look, I'm not tryin' to suck ya, I might not even fuck ya, Just lay me on this bed and Give me some head...
Ah, the calming lyrics of 'Lil Kim. She is the Queen Bitch indeed. A one woman show, just like me. Don't need 'em. Fuck 'em all. Figuratively speaking of course. Who can trust anything with a penis nowadays? I sure as hell don't.
Excuse me for sounding so bitter. Traumatic experiences can do that to you. My traumatic experience comes in the form of one Parker Abrams. Seven long years ago, but the memories are forever fresh in my mind. When young, innocent, ignorant Elizabeth Summers first went to college, she met charming, lying, evil, piece of shit upper classmen Parker. Offered to show her around campus and was all buddy buddy and "look at me, I'm mister sensitive" and his carpe diem bullshit. Yeah, he fooled her alright. Got her to throw away the old chastity belt and open her dimpled knees. What a stupid bitch. But then if it wasn't for her, I, Buffy, wouldn't be here today.
He stuck around for a couple of months, well two and a half to be exact. After he'd had his wicked way with her, he decided that he was bored and had thoroughly broken her in. Well, he did have a point. Elizabeth was so certain that they were in love and surely he wouldn't leave her? I mean, they were gonna get married and everything, right? Wrong, wrong, wrong! He broke up with her all the while with an infuriating smile on his lips and talking of how fun it was. She came to find out that the entire time, he was two timing her anyway. That lousy, son of a bitch! He had made a fool of her in front of everyone. Then, something inside of the normally good natured Elizabeth had changed...
First the hair went. She hacked off the long golden locks so that it barely came past her jaw. She dyed it from honey brown to a nice Californian blond. Then, she thought long and hard about her next actions, and decided it was for the best. Late that night, she found his "precious baby," his 1952 Jaguar roadster. Custom colored. First, the potato up the tail pipe, then a little slash and dash to all four tires, then she carved "Fuck You Bitch" on the hood, and then two pounds of sugar into the gas tank. Nobody saw her. Though god knows he tried to blame her for it. Came the very next day to her dorm room shouting and cursing her name.
"Elizabeth!! Open this door now!!" I opened the door wide and openly glared at him and spat at him with as much venom as I could muster.
"Elizabeth doesn't live here anymore, you selfish fuck!" and promptly slammed the door in his face. That day, Buffy was born. I never felt so free in my life! God, it was liberating.
Ever since then, no serious relationships. I learned that from my girl Faith, and of course, 'Lil Kim. Fabulous women them both. If I see a guy I like, I might screw him, but not before he goes down on me. Only if he's really good I'll actually have sex with him. And of course, I'll never go down on them. They bow before me, never the other way around. Then Faith had to go screw everything up and get into a real relationship. Some tall, chocolately goodness named Robin Wood (how fitting, well according to Faith). That just left me and Cordy. Lilah had been out of the game for a while now. She was all nesley with Wesley. Not like I care. As far as I'm concerned, all guys are pricks. Hell, even my dad is a selfish bastard. No matter. I always get what I want.
Summary: This is loosely based on "About of Boy" and "Someone Like You"... Oh and it's completely AU, no demons, or witches, everyone's human. Oh, and two of our main characters have a slight case of split personality... Hope you have fun reading.
"Here and Now"
Chapter One
9 Years Earlier...
"Damn it, William! Can't you understand?! I don't want to be here! I hate this place, this life, and most importantly, you. You make me sick. You and the girl!" Drusilla yelled.
"Dru, love, just put down the knife, okay? Let's talk about this, okay?" He said as he stepped closer.
"Stay back!!" She screeched, swiping the knife dangerously close to his face.
"Dru, please- " But he was cut off by her battle cry. She then lunged at him, cutting him on his left eyebrow. He stumbled backwards as blood started to flow freely into his eye.
"Take care of our poppet, William. Goodbye."
She appeared so cool and calm, and then the bitch just left me there. Always knew the bint was off her nut, but that was just bleeding insane. Should've known better when she named our daughter Dawn when she was born at sunset. But I loved her all the same.
She was the most beautiful baby. With swirls of brown hair and her big blue eyes... You know, she never was a problem as a baby. Always quiet and docile, and never was collicky. That's why I couldn't understand. Dawn was only five months old when she abandoned us. She wanted to leave me, fine. We were just starting out after all. Maybe she wasn't ready. But even so, I'll never forgive her for leaving our little girl.
About a month after she left and after crying out useless buckets of salt; after I sunk into a hole of depression, I decided to make some changes. William needed to die, and I needed to leave- leave behind old memories and weakness. I first cut my hair real short, bleached it, destroyed all of my clothes... You see, William was a complete nancy boy- weak and didn't deserve to see another day. Maybe it was all a psychological thing, but it made me feel better. I had to be strong, for her. I haven't trusted another woman (well, emotionally anyway) ever since. Who needs all of that emotional baggage? I mean, how can you trust something that bleeds for five days straight and doesn't die?
I decided to move to America. California to be exact. You see, my family was already there. My father, Rupert Giles, has a business here. A book store. But now, he's going through some sort of a mid-life crisis. You know the usual, little red sports car, earring, twenty- nine year old girlfriend by the name of Anya. But, they've been together for two years now, and she's expecting. Kinda cute, actually. It's still weird though when your old man is with someone younger than you.
Then, there's my cousin/pseudo brother Wes. We grew up together. When he was four, his parents- my uncle and aunt, died in a car crash, so my father had him come live with me and my mum. We're the same age, 'cept I'm three and a half months older. We had a happy home, then twelve years later, mum died. Cancer got her. Dad waited until we went off to college, and then he was the first to leave to Cali. Then Wes went on to study law and left too. London, I mean. I stayed behind for awhile and met Dru and, well, let's not get into that. Anyway, Wes is working in a highly established law firm called Wolfram & Hart, but is going to leave soon with his live in girlfriend, Lilah and start their own firm, as partners. I wish them the best.
Me, well I've written two books, two big successes. One was an adaptation of my own life, mostly set around my past times in high school, my family and college called School Hard, the other, a collection of poems, alternating between elation and joy and hatred and anger. I called it My Angel and That BITCH. Guess who my inspirations were.
****************** I consider myself to be pretty lucky. My Dad may be a little crazy but, he loves me with all of his heart. Sometimes the other kids in my class get kinda jealous of me. I mean, my dad is the youngest parent with a nine year old at age thirty- one, and he lets me stay up late sometimes at night and he has cool friends- Uncle Wes, Lilah, Anya, Angel, Aunt Willow and Uncle Xander... But sometimes, I get jealous of them. But of course, no one knows. Even though a few of their parents are divorced, they still have their mommies. I never had a mommy. Daddy says she died a long time ago, and never talks about her. This one time though, I snuck into our attic and went through all of these old boxes until I found one with old pictures in it. There were some of Grandma and Grandpa Giles, Daddy and Uncle Wes when they were little kids, and one of this dark haired woman. She wasn't really smiling in the photo- it was more of a grin. There was no nam or date on the back, and there weren't anymore of her in the entire box. But there were some of me and the other half of the photo missisng. I guess mommy was in those.
I thought about asking Daddy about it, but he would probably get all angry and take it away. So I snuck it to my room and put it underneath the barbie bed in my barbie's dram house. He'd never look there.
Sometimes I'd wonder why Daddy never thought of marrying again. Oh sure he goes out on dates- lots of dates. But he never brings them home. I never meet these mystery women in his life. But he always tells me not to worry about it 'cause they're never of any importance. Surely at least one of them would be nice enough for me to meet? But then he gives me this look- ya know "it's the end of the discussion, young lady" look. 'Cept he never calls me young lady, it's either Nibblet, or Bit, or Dawn or Dawnie. I like it when he calls me Dawnie or Bit. It means he's in an especially good mood.
Then, he proceeds to explain how I have plenty of women in my life who can tell me the mysteries of being a yound girl. There's only three though. Aunt Willow, who's more like a friend than the motherly type, even though she has a son of her own. Jesse's fouf. Anya, who's too jealous to worry about anyone other than her or her baby. If Grandpa- sorry. He's going through this thingwhere he only wants me to call him Giles. I guess that's where dad gets it from. If anyone dares to call him William, he'll go totally crazy on them. He hates his name. "William Randal Giles indeed." he used to mutter to himself. Anyway, if Giles doesn't focus on Anya all the time, then she'll get all whiney and upset. Then there's Lilah. I don't think she likes kids, of any kind. She's nice, but doesn't really like to be bothered.
So, I've decided to take matters into my own hands. Well, not so much my hands as Uncle Wes. Surely he must know someone who can be a mom to me. Even if it's only for a little while. Well, it was a nice thought anyway. It's not that dad isn't enough, but I mean, who's gonna tell me things- woman things? Dad thinks almost all women are the devil, 'cept for us four. I tried to tell him this one time of this guy I sorta liked, then he said that boys were the devil too and to stay away from them. Another woman around the house wouldn't be so bad. Could it?
**************** ... Look, I'm not tryin' to suck ya, I might not even fuck ya, Just lay me on this bed and Give me some head...
Ah, the calming lyrics of 'Lil Kim. She is the Queen Bitch indeed. A one woman show, just like me. Don't need 'em. Fuck 'em all. Figuratively speaking of course. Who can trust anything with a penis nowadays? I sure as hell don't.
Excuse me for sounding so bitter. Traumatic experiences can do that to you. My traumatic experience comes in the form of one Parker Abrams. Seven long years ago, but the memories are forever fresh in my mind. When young, innocent, ignorant Elizabeth Summers first went to college, she met charming, lying, evil, piece of shit upper classmen Parker. Offered to show her around campus and was all buddy buddy and "look at me, I'm mister sensitive" and his carpe diem bullshit. Yeah, he fooled her alright. Got her to throw away the old chastity belt and open her dimpled knees. What a stupid bitch. But then if it wasn't for her, I, Buffy, wouldn't be here today.
He stuck around for a couple of months, well two and a half to be exact. After he'd had his wicked way with her, he decided that he was bored and had thoroughly broken her in. Well, he did have a point. Elizabeth was so certain that they were in love and surely he wouldn't leave her? I mean, they were gonna get married and everything, right? Wrong, wrong, wrong! He broke up with her all the while with an infuriating smile on his lips and talking of how fun it was. She came to find out that the entire time, he was two timing her anyway. That lousy, son of a bitch! He had made a fool of her in front of everyone. Then, something inside of the normally good natured Elizabeth had changed...
First the hair went. She hacked off the long golden locks so that it barely came past her jaw. She dyed it from honey brown to a nice Californian blond. Then, she thought long and hard about her next actions, and decided it was for the best. Late that night, she found his "precious baby," his 1952 Jaguar roadster. Custom colored. First, the potato up the tail pipe, then a little slash and dash to all four tires, then she carved "Fuck You Bitch" on the hood, and then two pounds of sugar into the gas tank. Nobody saw her. Though god knows he tried to blame her for it. Came the very next day to her dorm room shouting and cursing her name.
"Elizabeth!! Open this door now!!" I opened the door wide and openly glared at him and spat at him with as much venom as I could muster.
"Elizabeth doesn't live here anymore, you selfish fuck!" and promptly slammed the door in his face. That day, Buffy was born. I never felt so free in my life! God, it was liberating.
Ever since then, no serious relationships. I learned that from my girl Faith, and of course, 'Lil Kim. Fabulous women them both. If I see a guy I like, I might screw him, but not before he goes down on me. Only if he's really good I'll actually have sex with him. And of course, I'll never go down on them. They bow before me, never the other way around. Then Faith had to go screw everything up and get into a real relationship. Some tall, chocolately goodness named Robin Wood (how fitting, well according to Faith). That just left me and Cordy. Lilah had been out of the game for a while now. She was all nesley with Wesley. Not like I care. As far as I'm concerned, all guys are pricks. Hell, even my dad is a selfish bastard. No matter. I always get what I want.