Part Two: Changes.
{ "There is nothing fair in this world
There is nothing safe in this world
And there's nothing sure in this world
And there's nothing pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again come on." }
Driven only by madness and exhaustion, he ran. All the. it hurt so much to feel. Each breath was a knife; each heartbeat was a bullet in his veins. Oh god, he never knew that it could hurt this much.where was Buffy? The last thing he remembered was her-tasting her, knowing her, being part of her. and now she was gone. What had happened? What was he, no longer a monster.?
Through the haze, through the tangled web of questions, he managed to find his way to her. Safe in her arms, that's what he needed. So just a knock on her door. was she there? God, please let her be there. Another knock. Another heartbeat. Pain. And no Buffy. He wanted to die.
{ "Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister who's the only one?
Hey little sister who's your superman?
Hey little sister who's the one you want?
Hey little sister shotgun..." }
Buffy was not happy. Lounging against the table, her head rested on the formica top and her hand wrapped around a beer, the frothy liquid her only comfort, and she wasn't the same girl she'd been hours earlier. "Speaking of, why in the name of cheese fries is our formerly bubbly slayer looking so very miserable on such a lovely night?" Xander mumbled, echoing everyone's concerns. Ever since Buffy had arrived, bloody and bruised, from her nightly patrol, she hadn't been the same. She was unimaginably angry, and refused any sort of help the Scoobs were willing to give. Blowing off studying for a psych final she had the next day, she whisked off to the Bronze-decked out in black leather and silver crosses. And now it was only Dawn, Xander and Cordelia.the only three people here who bothered with her. The latter was twisting a piece of chestnut hair between her fingers and absently wondering what was wrong with the mildly drunken blonde beside her. The formers just stared in shock, unable to comprehend another 'beer bad' Buffy. "What's going on?" A friendly voice intercepted the beginning of a protest from Dawn, the teenager shutting her mouth. Everyone turned to glance at Riley Finn, a 'pledge' so to say, of the Scoobs. Except minus the ritual hazing part of it, unless Xander could cook up something inventive and humane. Riley grinned a bit, and touched Buffy's arm in greeting. Buffy jerked away from him, almost.yes.just barely growling at him under her breath. Riley started, backing away from the malicious Slayer to take a seat at the table. Across from him, Xander offered him an apologetic look. Dawn Summers sighed, utterly fed up with her older sister's act. "Okay, Buffy, the game is over. What's wrong, and this time you know you cannot chalk it up to a bad day at work." The fifteen year old punctuated her statement by crossing her arms, sending a stern look in Buffy's direction. "Actually.it does have a lot to do with a bad day at work, Dawn. Why doesn't Cordelia take you back home so you can finish all the work you've lately been failing at? Or is it just another ploy to get back at me?" Dawn sputtered, shocked. The faces of the people around the table mirrored her expression. "Buffy," Cordelia began, calming Dawn down by grabbing her hand. "Just because you feel like nominating yourself in the Queen Bitch competition doesn't mean that the rest of us feel like tagging along." Queen C shot a look that wilted flowers at Buffy. Coldly, Buffy returned the look, the two females engaging in a staring contest until Xander loudly interjected. "Okay! Feeling the heat here, and not enjoying much." Buffy's eyes flicked to Xander. "Stay out of this, Xander." "No!" he replied. "If you're going to beat up somebody, choose me." He was serious, and he never wavered. "I can deal with that," The suddenly calm Slayer replied, as she jump-kicked Xander, and then dashed out of the Bronze into the rain.
{ "There is nothing fair in this world
There is nothing safe in this world
And there's nothing sure in this world
And there's nothing pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again come on." }
Driven only by madness and exhaustion, he ran. All the. it hurt so much to feel. Each breath was a knife; each heartbeat was a bullet in his veins. Oh god, he never knew that it could hurt this much.where was Buffy? The last thing he remembered was her-tasting her, knowing her, being part of her. and now she was gone. What had happened? What was he, no longer a monster.?
Through the haze, through the tangled web of questions, he managed to find his way to her. Safe in her arms, that's what he needed. So just a knock on her door. was she there? God, please let her be there. Another knock. Another heartbeat. Pain. And no Buffy. He wanted to die.
{ "Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister who's the only one?
Hey little sister who's your superman?
Hey little sister who's the one you want?
Hey little sister shotgun..." }
Buffy was not happy. Lounging against the table, her head rested on the formica top and her hand wrapped around a beer, the frothy liquid her only comfort, and she wasn't the same girl she'd been hours earlier. "Speaking of, why in the name of cheese fries is our formerly bubbly slayer looking so very miserable on such a lovely night?" Xander mumbled, echoing everyone's concerns. Ever since Buffy had arrived, bloody and bruised, from her nightly patrol, she hadn't been the same. She was unimaginably angry, and refused any sort of help the Scoobs were willing to give. Blowing off studying for a psych final she had the next day, she whisked off to the Bronze-decked out in black leather and silver crosses. And now it was only Dawn, Xander and Cordelia.the only three people here who bothered with her. The latter was twisting a piece of chestnut hair between her fingers and absently wondering what was wrong with the mildly drunken blonde beside her. The formers just stared in shock, unable to comprehend another 'beer bad' Buffy. "What's going on?" A friendly voice intercepted the beginning of a protest from Dawn, the teenager shutting her mouth. Everyone turned to glance at Riley Finn, a 'pledge' so to say, of the Scoobs. Except minus the ritual hazing part of it, unless Xander could cook up something inventive and humane. Riley grinned a bit, and touched Buffy's arm in greeting. Buffy jerked away from him, almost.yes.just barely growling at him under her breath. Riley started, backing away from the malicious Slayer to take a seat at the table. Across from him, Xander offered him an apologetic look. Dawn Summers sighed, utterly fed up with her older sister's act. "Okay, Buffy, the game is over. What's wrong, and this time you know you cannot chalk it up to a bad day at work." The fifteen year old punctuated her statement by crossing her arms, sending a stern look in Buffy's direction. "Actually.it does have a lot to do with a bad day at work, Dawn. Why doesn't Cordelia take you back home so you can finish all the work you've lately been failing at? Or is it just another ploy to get back at me?" Dawn sputtered, shocked. The faces of the people around the table mirrored her expression. "Buffy," Cordelia began, calming Dawn down by grabbing her hand. "Just because you feel like nominating yourself in the Queen Bitch competition doesn't mean that the rest of us feel like tagging along." Queen C shot a look that wilted flowers at Buffy. Coldly, Buffy returned the look, the two females engaging in a staring contest until Xander loudly interjected. "Okay! Feeling the heat here, and not enjoying much." Buffy's eyes flicked to Xander. "Stay out of this, Xander." "No!" he replied. "If you're going to beat up somebody, choose me." He was serious, and he never wavered. "I can deal with that," The suddenly calm Slayer replied, as she jump-kicked Xander, and then dashed out of the Bronze into the rain.