Characters: Justine
Pairing: Justine/Holtz
Time: Season 3
Warnings: None
Additional Notes: I wrote this a while ago and promptly forgot about it because I didn't know how to finish it. Today, while I was sifting through my wide array of unfinished drabbles, I found it. Some toying around and I finished it up (that made it sound much simpler than it actually was). Justine is really fun to play with. I want to write her again sometime…
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them, not me.
Family
They were going to be a family.
Mother. Father. Son.
They were going to start a new life somewhere in the middle of nowhere. They were going to leave vampires and personal demons behind in the city.
Justine. Daniel. Steven.
A family. And no one was going to suspect them of anything else.
He wasn't going to be a man bent by revenge, so driven that he would freeze himself in time to track down a single vampire. He wasn't going to be the son of two vampires, an impossible result of a tryst. And she wasn't going to be the woman broken by the murder of her sister.
They could have been a normal family. It was the one thing that had restored some hope to her, that had cleared some of that vile hatred and lifted her from the oppressive fog that had pervaded life since her sister's death.
Then he had ruined it. He'd jumped into the portal and gone to some horrible hell dimension. Without her.
And she'd been left behind – hopeless again.
He had betrayed her. He had never intended to simply raise the child in the countryside, forgetting his vendetta with Angelus in order to pursue a new life with her. He was driven by vengeance and hatred alone.
Not justice. Not goodness. Not love.