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 15 - Somewhere Else To Be
*Buffy spotted Mark standing before the school talking to his friends. She sneaked up on him and slung her arms around his waist.
"Surprise!"
He flinched and sounded irritated, "Geez, Buff, you scared the hell out of me!"
"Sorry," she pouted, her good mood still holding on. She'd passed her latest English test well enough not to flunk the subject, thanks to Thomas' help and now she wanted some coddling time with her boyfriend. Mark and her had been together for two weeks and he was a genuinely nice guy. He didn't get drunk every day, hadn't been threatened to be kicked out of school yet and he even lived with both of his parents.
"Buff, we need to talk."
"Okay. What about?" she asked and snapped her gum.
"Not here," he said and led her to a more quiet spot behind the school building.
"So, what's the what?"
Mark fidgeted under her curious gaze and sighed, "I don't think this is working out."
"What?" Buffy demanded, not sure that she understood. This sounded almost like in the movies, right before the boyfriend/girlfriend breaking up part.
"This thing between us. You're- don't get me wrong, I really like you, but it's just- I don't get you. You're so closed off most of the time and zoned out and I feel that I can't reach you-"
"Well, sorry if I didn't spill all details of my personal life during our first date! Ever heard of privacy?"
"I'm sorry, Buff. I-"
"Get lost, Mark," she hissed, suddenly mad, "Now."
He didn't even try to argue with her, but just turned around and left. Buffy stared after him before she whirled around and kicked the wall of the school building with all her strength.
"Shit!"*
~~~
My neck hurts.
Thomas approaches me with a gentle smile and I smile back; I glance around me and see that we're in that burned down warehouse again. Huh. Thought we left that ages ago.
His cool fingers touch my throat and he makes a disapproving sound in the back of his throat.
"My, my," he whispers, "What have you got yourself into, Buffy?"
I shrug 'cause I can't really remember; there's music playing, far away, and I recognize the song as one that I sang myself a long time ago on stage.
"Fate," another voice says softly and Angel steps out of the shadows. I gasp at the sight of him; he's in vamp face and the front of his crisp white shirt is soaked with dark, red blood.
"Ah," Thomas hums and then smiles.
There's something around my neck now, something heavy and it's dragging me down, down, down. the music gets louder and my hands fly to my neck as I try to tear the thing off that's around it, but I can't move it, it's too heavy. There's another sound and as I look up I see that Thomas has morphed; his yellow eyes seem to be glowing with amusement as his cool fingers play with the heart-shaped pendant that's hanging on the necklace. It doesn't seem too heavy for him. I can't breathe and make a wheezing sound.
Angel steps nearer and leaves a trail of blood behind him. He smirks and reveals the sharp teeth of a vampire.
"Hush now, lover."
I scream as I wake up.
~~~
My throat is hoarse and I sit up with a gasp. The dream is still fresh on my mind and I shudder as I remember Thomas's yellow eyes and the vivid red of that blood on Angel's shirt. I glance at the small barred window of the crypt; the sun's already set and it's almost night.
Something is going to happen tonight. I know it.
I stand up, shove my discman into my rucksack and fold the blanket I've been sleeping on. Then I change my clothes and put on black pants and a black shirt; as I pull it over my head, my hands touch something metallic and cold and I hesitate.
Then, undoing the clasp, I take off the necklace Angelus gave me a week before and look at it in the dim light. It's made entirely out of silver -real silver, not some cheap crap with paint on it- and the pendant is a heart that now glitters as I turn it in my hands. On the backside, there's four letters engraved: "Mine". Nothing else.
It gives me the creeps.
If Angel had given something like that to me, I'd been bouncing off the walls with happiness because it's such a boyfriend-ly thing to give- but I get the wiggins from Angelus' idea of this as a birthday present. For me it seems like a promise that he'll kill me personally or something like that. That he's only waiting for the right time- because he could have offed me in that cemetery and all I would've is watch and perhaps wiggle a little when he'd bite my neck. When the right time is, I've got no clue. God knows what goes on in his sick little twisted mind.
I sigh and shove the necklace into my pocket. I'm not going to throw it away, it's too valuable for that, but I'll be damned if I wear it like I'm his lap dog or something.
I tie my hair into a pony tail, look around to see if I've forgotten something, then put the bag in a corner to be fetched surely later. Then I sit down on the sarcophagus and wait patiently until Willow and Oz come running into the crypt, telling me to come with them.
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 15 - Somewhere Else To Be
*Buffy spotted Mark standing before the school talking to his friends. She sneaked up on him and slung her arms around his waist.
"Surprise!"
He flinched and sounded irritated, "Geez, Buff, you scared the hell out of me!"
"Sorry," she pouted, her good mood still holding on. She'd passed her latest English test well enough not to flunk the subject, thanks to Thomas' help and now she wanted some coddling time with her boyfriend. Mark and her had been together for two weeks and he was a genuinely nice guy. He didn't get drunk every day, hadn't been threatened to be kicked out of school yet and he even lived with both of his parents.
"Buff, we need to talk."
"Okay. What about?" she asked and snapped her gum.
"Not here," he said and led her to a more quiet spot behind the school building.
"So, what's the what?"
Mark fidgeted under her curious gaze and sighed, "I don't think this is working out."
"What?" Buffy demanded, not sure that she understood. This sounded almost like in the movies, right before the boyfriend/girlfriend breaking up part.
"This thing between us. You're- don't get me wrong, I really like you, but it's just- I don't get you. You're so closed off most of the time and zoned out and I feel that I can't reach you-"
"Well, sorry if I didn't spill all details of my personal life during our first date! Ever heard of privacy?"
"I'm sorry, Buff. I-"
"Get lost, Mark," she hissed, suddenly mad, "Now."
He didn't even try to argue with her, but just turned around and left. Buffy stared after him before she whirled around and kicked the wall of the school building with all her strength.
"Shit!"*
~~~
My neck hurts.
Thomas approaches me with a gentle smile and I smile back; I glance around me and see that we're in that burned down warehouse again. Huh. Thought we left that ages ago.
His cool fingers touch my throat and he makes a disapproving sound in the back of his throat.
"My, my," he whispers, "What have you got yourself into, Buffy?"
I shrug 'cause I can't really remember; there's music playing, far away, and I recognize the song as one that I sang myself a long time ago on stage.
"Fate," another voice says softly and Angel steps out of the shadows. I gasp at the sight of him; he's in vamp face and the front of his crisp white shirt is soaked with dark, red blood.
"Ah," Thomas hums and then smiles.
There's something around my neck now, something heavy and it's dragging me down, down, down. the music gets louder and my hands fly to my neck as I try to tear the thing off that's around it, but I can't move it, it's too heavy. There's another sound and as I look up I see that Thomas has morphed; his yellow eyes seem to be glowing with amusement as his cool fingers play with the heart-shaped pendant that's hanging on the necklace. It doesn't seem too heavy for him. I can't breathe and make a wheezing sound.
Angel steps nearer and leaves a trail of blood behind him. He smirks and reveals the sharp teeth of a vampire.
"Hush now, lover."
I scream as I wake up.
~~~
My throat is hoarse and I sit up with a gasp. The dream is still fresh on my mind and I shudder as I remember Thomas's yellow eyes and the vivid red of that blood on Angel's shirt. I glance at the small barred window of the crypt; the sun's already set and it's almost night.
Something is going to happen tonight. I know it.
I stand up, shove my discman into my rucksack and fold the blanket I've been sleeping on. Then I change my clothes and put on black pants and a black shirt; as I pull it over my head, my hands touch something metallic and cold and I hesitate.
Then, undoing the clasp, I take off the necklace Angelus gave me a week before and look at it in the dim light. It's made entirely out of silver -real silver, not some cheap crap with paint on it- and the pendant is a heart that now glitters as I turn it in my hands. On the backside, there's four letters engraved: "Mine". Nothing else.
It gives me the creeps.
If Angel had given something like that to me, I'd been bouncing off the walls with happiness because it's such a boyfriend-ly thing to give- but I get the wiggins from Angelus' idea of this as a birthday present. For me it seems like a promise that he'll kill me personally or something like that. That he's only waiting for the right time- because he could have offed me in that cemetery and all I would've is watch and perhaps wiggle a little when he'd bite my neck. When the right time is, I've got no clue. God knows what goes on in his sick little twisted mind.
I sigh and shove the necklace into my pocket. I'm not going to throw it away, it's too valuable for that, but I'll be damned if I wear it like I'm his lap dog or something.
I tie my hair into a pony tail, look around to see if I've forgotten something, then put the bag in a corner to be fetched surely later. Then I sit down on the sarcophagus and wait patiently until Willow and Oz come running into the crypt, telling me to come with them.