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Lumiere (based on Gambit of the X-men)-Marvel
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The things we leave behind
Chapter tvelwe-Forgiven but not forgoten-end game-humanity
By Slaya
«Who s gonna take care of us?»
Buffy
«Love is pain, and the slayer forges strenght from pain.
Love….give…forgive. risk the pain.
It s your nature.»
The First Slayer
After atleast an hour of studying books and stuff in the Magic box, Cassie was in deep despair. She didn t know anything about everything.
And for two times already she had to hid, to avoid demons or vampires.
They were going at her cause of the prize. Who knows what the prize is?
Cassie. A vampire slayer. The chosen one. And what is she doing?
Hiding from vamps. The creatures that she s supossed to kill and not hide from them.
She went on patrols alone, but this is different.
She doesn t have a home to come back to. No people to wait up for her. Or just to cover her back. She s alone now.
And it feels just as it sounds. Dreadful. Alone. Darkened. Foggy vision. The end of the strenght. The end of the courage. All gone now. Cut in little tiny pieces. No one to put her back to what she once was. Can t go back.
«It would be great if Spike could get here now and help me out.
Call me pet or duck. And it would all be right, just fine.
But it can t be. I, Cassie the vampire slayer have just slayed the only vampire in the whole world who appeared to be my friend as I hide from the rest of them.
How could I not see it cooming? How could I not sence it? How come Red couldn t?
She s dead. Laying in the cold room on a cold bed. A cold body of a passed witch.»
This here is end game. End.
As she layed down on the floor the voices came again.
«Don t be so hard on yourself. You killed the one I couldn t. That alone makes you a better slayer than I ever was.»
«You mean slayed.»
«No. I mean killed. Caus that is what you are. A killer. Face it. Stand proud with it.»
«A slayer is not a killer!»-Buffy walks in with her ever so relentless utopic idea.
«Yes she is.»
«No she isn t!»
«If you would have thought about yourself like a killer…then…..you would have survived.»
«It was meant to happen. I was supossed to die.»
«No. You were supossed to live a long and happy life.
But you didn t focus on the present moment. And that is why you weren t as quick as you should be. And that is why the blood has been spilled.
And that is why you had to sacrifice.»
After a long moment of silence Xin turns to Cassie.
«You are a killer as I said.
There isn t much of a difference in killing a vampire then killing a human. It s a very thin line to cross. A very thin line to keep.
Listen to me, and listen to these words well.
Listen for what we have said to you all this time. The greater truth you shall never find.»
She morphs into the first slayer.
«Love is pain, and the slayer forges strenght out of pain.
Love…give…forgive.
I am the first, I am the last.
You are the darkest one. You re not afraid to dig deep into it. But strong enough to never cross the forbiden line.»
«Face it C. You re born a killer. Just like me. But you re also born more than me.
Stronger than me.»
«Who s gonna take care of us?»
«I will. If you let me.»-Faith morphs into Spike. Someone who Cassie could never expect. It wasn t really him. He was a vampire. And he went somewhere down, deep down because of that.
This was just an image, a mear ilusion. «But hell with it….it just felt so good. To hug him like he s gonna be here, like I haven t staked him. Like he s still here to jump into the fight at any time. I haven t even asked him why did he do it. That s what i would like to know. Why.»
She cried a little. Then she started painting her arms. Red taught her that.
For good luck and protection.
Some man aproaches. It wasn t a demon, not even a vampire.
It was Lumie. But…he s a demon, not a human.
But…yes…that was the change.
«You re a clock now.»
«De wat?»
«A clock. You tick.»-she shows her finger in the direction of his heart.
«Yea, yea….so I tick now.
Tick, tick, tick.
Tick, tick, tick.
Tick…..tick….TICK.»
He takes one of those old-fashioned watches on golden strings out of his pocekt.
«Just a watch…..»
«Just de tick, tick, tick……you better get out of town cherie.»
«I have a all-hell-brake-loose situation to stop.»
«You won t make it. You re powerfull…..but dere is more to stopin a hellmouth open dan power.»
«If I hit you, you ll bleed.»
«Yea, yea. You hit me an I cry the red tears petit. Den you triger pain foe Lumie. Get out of here. Lumie will take care of de hellmout.»
Cassie abruptivly stands up.
«Hit me.»
«De wat?»
«I said HIT ME.»
«No way cherie. Yu mad or sometin?»
«Come on. Triger me of.»
«Oh…Lumie realise wat you trying to do. An it cut no slack. No.»
«If you won t, I ll just go out and find somebody who will.»
«But you re injured cherie.»
«It doesn t matter.»
«If Lumie hits you, it s gonna hurt real bad.»
«I m a slayer, I can handle it.»
«I don like hittin things no more. I m a new man right now. Not de demon anymore cherie.»
«Cassie, my name is Cassie.»
«Could dat be short for Casandra?»
«Yeah, it could be. It is.»
She picks her bag up and goes to the door.
«Don go petit. Casanda….sorry, de cajun accent s gettin the best of me Casandra.»
«I godda go. I m just like a clock. And I, as you, tick and tick and tick. Until something trigers me off. And then…my alarm starts screaming.
This what I m doing…it s for the best. Of the world.»
«Moje su oèi tužne: suze se u njima bude.
Da ih prolijem?….
Ah, otiæi u nepoznatu krajinu, zaspati na brijegu zelenom,
Sam i radostan.
I snivati o zvijezdama koje ona nosi u kosama neveselim.
Sanjati o njenome srcu…
Koje izgara kao zaboravljena svjetiljka na vjetru,
U jesen žutu, i toplu…..U veselu jesen.
Dragutin T.