Title: Fallen
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series are not mine and never will be, no matter how much I might wish otherwise. The characters of both shows belong to Joss Wedon, Fox and other people and companies that I can't remember right at this moment.
Note: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
* Part 1 *
As soon as the Sun was out of sight the slayer stepped out into the night.
Her golden locks shone in the waning light of day as she made her way to one of the city's many graveyards.
Clad in a black leather jacket and pants Buffy faded easily into the shadows.
She would have been virtually undetectable had it not been for the bright baby blue tee underneath the worn leather…and the whistling.
Buffy whistled softly into the rapidly cooling air as she twirled the wooden stake in her hand around. It was quiet enough to avoid the human population of the city, but loud enough to alert any of the towns slightly less human population.
Buffy's eyes scanned the woodland surrounding her, intent on finding something to pummel her frustrations out on.
* There had better be some undead action going on tonight or…. * Buffy cut that thought off violently as she suddenly realized the double entendre.
* Damnit! No undead action like that…BAD Buffy, bad…that way leads to bad thoughts about a certain Billy Idol wannabe Vamp who is getting dangerously close to having his neutered bad ass taken out for a little sunbathing. *
Guilt, shame and disgust ran through her as Buffy thought about the somewhat more unsavoury activities that she and the peroxide blond vampire had engaged in.
* He doesn't make me happy…EVER, and yet I still go back to him, why the hell do I do that? * Buffy wondered and then the nagging little voice that had been taunting her ever since she had gotten back from the dead reared its ugly head, * Maybe that's because he is the only one who actually WANTS you, who's actually been with you and is still around to tell the tale. *
Buffy stopped in her tracks at the revelation, *Maybe that IS it…no one wants to be around me. My father left. Angel left. Riley left. Mom left. Giles left. Dawn doesn't want to be around me. I can't believe what Tara said…there has to be something wrong with me…there must…otherwise…why do they all leave? *
Hot tears burned a track down the cool checks of Buffys face and she angrily wiped them away.
She wasn't going to break down. Not again. She had to be strong. The slayer was always strong and that was something that she hadn't been lately. She'd been weak and that disgusted her, it filled her with shame and self- loathing.
The first slayer had said so herself. The slayers path was walked alone. No friends. No family.
That didn't mean that she was going to abandon Dawn, Willow or Xander or any of her other friends. But, that did mean that she had to take care of herself, because no one was going to do it for her. She was the friggin' saviour of the world for crying out loud, people looked to her for help and guidance, not the other way around.
At that moment, Buffy locked away a part of herself. The part of herself that she felt was weak.
* I'll show them * she thought to herself, * I don't need any of them. I never have and I never will. Ever. I am a soldier…a killer. I don't think…I just do. Kendra was right. Emotions are my weakness. *
With that thought in mind, Buffy zipper up her jacket, pulled back her hair into a tight bun and slipped into the darkness.
* End Part 1 *
What do you guys think? Continue?
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series are not mine and never will be, no matter how much I might wish otherwise. The characters of both shows belong to Joss Wedon, Fox and other people and companies that I can't remember right at this moment.
Note: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
* Part 1 *
As soon as the Sun was out of sight the slayer stepped out into the night.
Her golden locks shone in the waning light of day as she made her way to one of the city's many graveyards.
Clad in a black leather jacket and pants Buffy faded easily into the shadows.
She would have been virtually undetectable had it not been for the bright baby blue tee underneath the worn leather…and the whistling.
Buffy whistled softly into the rapidly cooling air as she twirled the wooden stake in her hand around. It was quiet enough to avoid the human population of the city, but loud enough to alert any of the towns slightly less human population.
Buffy's eyes scanned the woodland surrounding her, intent on finding something to pummel her frustrations out on.
* There had better be some undead action going on tonight or…. * Buffy cut that thought off violently as she suddenly realized the double entendre.
* Damnit! No undead action like that…BAD Buffy, bad…that way leads to bad thoughts about a certain Billy Idol wannabe Vamp who is getting dangerously close to having his neutered bad ass taken out for a little sunbathing. *
Guilt, shame and disgust ran through her as Buffy thought about the somewhat more unsavoury activities that she and the peroxide blond vampire had engaged in.
* He doesn't make me happy…EVER, and yet I still go back to him, why the hell do I do that? * Buffy wondered and then the nagging little voice that had been taunting her ever since she had gotten back from the dead reared its ugly head, * Maybe that's because he is the only one who actually WANTS you, who's actually been with you and is still around to tell the tale. *
Buffy stopped in her tracks at the revelation, *Maybe that IS it…no one wants to be around me. My father left. Angel left. Riley left. Mom left. Giles left. Dawn doesn't want to be around me. I can't believe what Tara said…there has to be something wrong with me…there must…otherwise…why do they all leave? *
Hot tears burned a track down the cool checks of Buffys face and she angrily wiped them away.
She wasn't going to break down. Not again. She had to be strong. The slayer was always strong and that was something that she hadn't been lately. She'd been weak and that disgusted her, it filled her with shame and self- loathing.
The first slayer had said so herself. The slayers path was walked alone. No friends. No family.
That didn't mean that she was going to abandon Dawn, Willow or Xander or any of her other friends. But, that did mean that she had to take care of herself, because no one was going to do it for her. She was the friggin' saviour of the world for crying out loud, people looked to her for help and guidance, not the other way around.
At that moment, Buffy locked away a part of herself. The part of herself that she felt was weak.
* I'll show them * she thought to herself, * I don't need any of them. I never have and I never will. Ever. I am a soldier…a killer. I don't think…I just do. Kendra was right. Emotions are my weakness. *
With that thought in mind, Buffy zipper up her jacket, pulled back her hair into a tight bun and slipped into the darkness.
* End Part 1 *
What do you guys think? Continue?