Author: Asrai
E-Mail: ikh@haefft.de
Rating: R
Summary: What if Buffy was the screwed up one?
Spoilers: General spoilers for Btvs seasons 1 - 3
Disclaimers: I don't own Btvs nor do I make any money out of this; no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 04 - Blue
*"Where are we going?" Buffy asked for what must have been the tenth time.
"You'll see," Thomas answered, "We're almost there."
He stopped walking and carefully lifted the blindfold that covered Buffy's eyes. His protégée blinked and took in the scenario around her: the big gate, the families with the little kids, the huge posters of animals.
"Is this the. zoo?" Disbelief colored her voice.
"Well." Thomas cleared his throat, "You told me that you've never visited one. I thought that it would make a good birthday surprise- of course, if you feel to old for this, or find it boring, we can always do something dif- "
He was cut of by Buffy's excited squeal and the fierce hug she gave him.*
~~~
I ignore the outstretched hand and stand up on my own- a girl's gotta have some dignity after all.
"Angel," I say slowly, "Interesting name. So, what are you? You're sure as hell not human. Vampire, I would say, but that doesn't explain why you aren't trying to eat me right now."
"It's a long story," Faith sighs. "The short version: He's a vampire, he got cursed with a soul and now he's one of the good guys."
"A vampire helping you to kill his own kind?"
"They aren't really my kind anymore," Angel says and I can feel that he's uncomfortable. He doesn't seem to like this conversation and for a moment I pity him- and the funniest thing is, I don't even know why. Faith glances at her fancy little wristwatch and groans.
"Guys, this is very interesting and all, and I'd like to discuss this further, but I got a date at the Bronze and Xander's going to kill me if I'm late again- and Angel, you're officially roped into coming along. So. you want to come with us, Buffy?"
The way she says my name tells me that I better say no if I want to survive the night unharmed. Sure, it would be fun to piss her and her vamp a little off and go with them, just for the heck of it. But I'm not in the mood for feeling like the outsider who smiles awkwardly when the others laugh about their old adventures and in-jokes.
"Thanks, but- no, thanks. I think I'll pay a visit to another graveyard and look for a little action."
And a way to let off some steam. Faith looks kind of relieved and grins at Angel, "Okay. Come on, Angel- if you're lucky then Cordy's still there."
He groans audibly and she starts to laugh- see what I said about in-jokes?
"Bye, Buffy," she calls back over her shoulder and Angel turns around, "It was. nice meeting you. It'll be good to have another slayer in Sunnydale."
Another slayer- ouch. Anyway, I smirk and nod, "See ya later, sis'."
I begin to walk in the opposite direction and don't look back. I reach the exit of the cemetery and step before the gates. What do I do know? Another graveyard? Nah, a graveyard means fledglings fresh out of the grave and that's boring. It's not even some kind of special night of the year, like Winter Solstice, where there's a lot of stupid demons doing stupid sacrifices to gain power over the world. Those are fun-nights for the graveyards. I could go to the motel and get a full night of sleep. That option doesn't sound so bad, except for the part with the sleep. My little fight with Angel was like, an appetizer and now I'm itching for the main course.
Sighing, I turn around, in direction of the Bronze. I don't want to go in there, hell, no. But vamps always like young people, and a young boy or girl all hot and bothered from dancing. yum. Or, in my case, yikes. I bet there are some vamps out there waiting for their midnight snack.
~~~
The only light in the room comes from the window, a little bit of moonlight spilling through the blinds. If there was more light I could see all of my stuff- weapons, two books, a discman and some CDs strewn around me on the bed, and the clothes I wore today lying bloody and torn on the floor.
I got my wish of a good brawl, but there weren't two or three vamps, there were five- insert a big "ooops" here, and needless to say that they weren't happy when I interrupted their meal.
In the end, I won, but it was close. Too close for my taste- the bastards almost got me and most of my nearly healed wounds opened again. One - the one across my stomach - still hasn't stopped bleeding and I'm currently pressing a towel on it. I remember the face of Lothos as he showed me my own knife, as he let one of his ratty little minions draw it across my belly and I can hear his laughter as he saw Thomas struggling against his bonds.
Suddenly it's too dark in here and I spring up and switch on the light. It's bright and I hiss as pain shoots through my belly. Springing up is not a good idea when you're injured, Buffy. I gingerly sit down on the bed again, next to a small stack of photos which are held together by a dark green ribbon. I tuck at the one on top and have to smile against my own will. It shows Thomas and me- most of the pictures show Thomas and me- on my thirteenth birthday. I'm laughing and holding a big cone of ice cream in my hand, and he has his mouth open as if he wants to say something. I remember that he actually told the woman who'd taken that picture to wait, because I'd smeared ice cream on his nose, but it was too late, so there's a big brown blob on his nose. In the background you can see a blue sky and a cage with an animal whose name I can't remember.
The zoo. My first real birthday surprise ever, and my first visit to a zoo. Wow, that are memories, huh? My mother never took me to one, and when we made a visit with the school I'd been "ill" because I'd been too ashamed to admit that I didn't have the money for the ticket.
I put the picture back and search for a clean bandage. I always have some, just in case. Yep, there are some, buried under a large blue tee shirt that isn't mine. I grab both the shirt and the bandage and head for the bathroom.
Tomorrow I'll search for a job.
E-Mail: ikh@haefft.de
Rating: R
Summary: What if Buffy was the screwed up one?
Spoilers: General spoilers for Btvs seasons 1 - 3
Disclaimers: I don't own Btvs nor do I make any money out of this; no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 04 - Blue
*"Where are we going?" Buffy asked for what must have been the tenth time.
"You'll see," Thomas answered, "We're almost there."
He stopped walking and carefully lifted the blindfold that covered Buffy's eyes. His protégée blinked and took in the scenario around her: the big gate, the families with the little kids, the huge posters of animals.
"Is this the. zoo?" Disbelief colored her voice.
"Well." Thomas cleared his throat, "You told me that you've never visited one. I thought that it would make a good birthday surprise- of course, if you feel to old for this, or find it boring, we can always do something dif- "
He was cut of by Buffy's excited squeal and the fierce hug she gave him.*
~~~
I ignore the outstretched hand and stand up on my own- a girl's gotta have some dignity after all.
"Angel," I say slowly, "Interesting name. So, what are you? You're sure as hell not human. Vampire, I would say, but that doesn't explain why you aren't trying to eat me right now."
"It's a long story," Faith sighs. "The short version: He's a vampire, he got cursed with a soul and now he's one of the good guys."
"A vampire helping you to kill his own kind?"
"They aren't really my kind anymore," Angel says and I can feel that he's uncomfortable. He doesn't seem to like this conversation and for a moment I pity him- and the funniest thing is, I don't even know why. Faith glances at her fancy little wristwatch and groans.
"Guys, this is very interesting and all, and I'd like to discuss this further, but I got a date at the Bronze and Xander's going to kill me if I'm late again- and Angel, you're officially roped into coming along. So. you want to come with us, Buffy?"
The way she says my name tells me that I better say no if I want to survive the night unharmed. Sure, it would be fun to piss her and her vamp a little off and go with them, just for the heck of it. But I'm not in the mood for feeling like the outsider who smiles awkwardly when the others laugh about their old adventures and in-jokes.
"Thanks, but- no, thanks. I think I'll pay a visit to another graveyard and look for a little action."
And a way to let off some steam. Faith looks kind of relieved and grins at Angel, "Okay. Come on, Angel- if you're lucky then Cordy's still there."
He groans audibly and she starts to laugh- see what I said about in-jokes?
"Bye, Buffy," she calls back over her shoulder and Angel turns around, "It was. nice meeting you. It'll be good to have another slayer in Sunnydale."
Another slayer- ouch. Anyway, I smirk and nod, "See ya later, sis'."
I begin to walk in the opposite direction and don't look back. I reach the exit of the cemetery and step before the gates. What do I do know? Another graveyard? Nah, a graveyard means fledglings fresh out of the grave and that's boring. It's not even some kind of special night of the year, like Winter Solstice, where there's a lot of stupid demons doing stupid sacrifices to gain power over the world. Those are fun-nights for the graveyards. I could go to the motel and get a full night of sleep. That option doesn't sound so bad, except for the part with the sleep. My little fight with Angel was like, an appetizer and now I'm itching for the main course.
Sighing, I turn around, in direction of the Bronze. I don't want to go in there, hell, no. But vamps always like young people, and a young boy or girl all hot and bothered from dancing. yum. Or, in my case, yikes. I bet there are some vamps out there waiting for their midnight snack.
~~~
The only light in the room comes from the window, a little bit of moonlight spilling through the blinds. If there was more light I could see all of my stuff- weapons, two books, a discman and some CDs strewn around me on the bed, and the clothes I wore today lying bloody and torn on the floor.
I got my wish of a good brawl, but there weren't two or three vamps, there were five- insert a big "ooops" here, and needless to say that they weren't happy when I interrupted their meal.
In the end, I won, but it was close. Too close for my taste- the bastards almost got me and most of my nearly healed wounds opened again. One - the one across my stomach - still hasn't stopped bleeding and I'm currently pressing a towel on it. I remember the face of Lothos as he showed me my own knife, as he let one of his ratty little minions draw it across my belly and I can hear his laughter as he saw Thomas struggling against his bonds.
Suddenly it's too dark in here and I spring up and switch on the light. It's bright and I hiss as pain shoots through my belly. Springing up is not a good idea when you're injured, Buffy. I gingerly sit down on the bed again, next to a small stack of photos which are held together by a dark green ribbon. I tuck at the one on top and have to smile against my own will. It shows Thomas and me- most of the pictures show Thomas and me- on my thirteenth birthday. I'm laughing and holding a big cone of ice cream in my hand, and he has his mouth open as if he wants to say something. I remember that he actually told the woman who'd taken that picture to wait, because I'd smeared ice cream on his nose, but it was too late, so there's a big brown blob on his nose. In the background you can see a blue sky and a cage with an animal whose name I can't remember.
The zoo. My first real birthday surprise ever, and my first visit to a zoo. Wow, that are memories, huh? My mother never took me to one, and when we made a visit with the school I'd been "ill" because I'd been too ashamed to admit that I didn't have the money for the ticket.
I put the picture back and search for a clean bandage. I always have some, just in case. Yep, there are some, buried under a large blue tee shirt that isn't mine. I grab both the shirt and the bandage and head for the bathroom.
Tomorrow I'll search for a job.