Title: Mercy
Summary: When the Gang meets a girl who feels it all, who knows the pain, the true pain, what will they do? What big bad wants vengence? Read an' then you tell me.
Spoilers: None, set in a slight AU reality, Season 7, Spike is back, Anya's a vengence demon, Buffy's being well, her. Only two differences.1) Dawn is more rebellous teen, then "Do what everybody else does." 2)The big evil isn't the first.
Disclaimer: Yea, Yea, Yea, none of BTVS is mine, as the way it should be or Spike would be naked and tied to a chair, while I torture Anya with a live bunny, tee hee. *Uh, Alyssa is mine, DUH!
Authors Note: This is a WIP so things may change slightly. I will try and tell you if things in previous ch. have changed, so don't bite my head off!
Feel What I Feel
Blood, pain, fear, rape, incest, abuse. Running through my body, I can feel it. I can see it all. Everything. I want it to stop, please just stop.
I feel it all over, every single person feeling pain, or that hurts I can feel it. Guess I'm like a filter, without me human-kind would know true pain. They don't, I do. You'd think you wouldn't be able to get used to the knawing pain, your wrong. Alotta the time I don't even notice, lately it's so bad I can't even walk, so I lie here, grunting and writhing untill the pain subsides, and I can function normally, or as normally as possible.
Who am I?
You wouldn't know me. I'm kept a secret, there aren't books on me or diaries. I'm nothing, I'm not to be spoken about, not to be known about. My name? My human name? I'm Alyssa, Alyssa Darling. I have a name, I have a life.
But, my life, my fear, there isn't a word for it. There isn't a word close enough to describe the endless numbing pain, the violated and dirty feeling. My job? That has a word. Humans think they provide this, think it's their doing, and their choice to enact or retract willingly, their wrong. Me? My job, my name, my purpose, one word, one true meaning.
Mercy.
Summary: When the Gang meets a girl who feels it all, who knows the pain, the true pain, what will they do? What big bad wants vengence? Read an' then you tell me.
Spoilers: None, set in a slight AU reality, Season 7, Spike is back, Anya's a vengence demon, Buffy's being well, her. Only two differences.1) Dawn is more rebellous teen, then "Do what everybody else does." 2)The big evil isn't the first.
Disclaimer: Yea, Yea, Yea, none of BTVS is mine, as the way it should be or Spike would be naked and tied to a chair, while I torture Anya with a live bunny, tee hee. *Uh, Alyssa is mine, DUH!
Authors Note: This is a WIP so things may change slightly. I will try and tell you if things in previous ch. have changed, so don't bite my head off!
Feel What I Feel
Blood, pain, fear, rape, incest, abuse. Running through my body, I can feel it. I can see it all. Everything. I want it to stop, please just stop.
I feel it all over, every single person feeling pain, or that hurts I can feel it. Guess I'm like a filter, without me human-kind would know true pain. They don't, I do. You'd think you wouldn't be able to get used to the knawing pain, your wrong. Alotta the time I don't even notice, lately it's so bad I can't even walk, so I lie here, grunting and writhing untill the pain subsides, and I can function normally, or as normally as possible.
Who am I?
You wouldn't know me. I'm kept a secret, there aren't books on me or diaries. I'm nothing, I'm not to be spoken about, not to be known about. My name? My human name? I'm Alyssa, Alyssa Darling. I have a name, I have a life.
But, my life, my fear, there isn't a word for it. There isn't a word close enough to describe the endless numbing pain, the violated and dirty feeling. My job? That has a word. Humans think they provide this, think it's their doing, and their choice to enact or retract willingly, their wrong. Me? My job, my name, my purpose, one word, one true meaning.
Mercy.