Stolen Innocence
Part Eight
Posted: May 14, 2004
Disclaimer: see first part
Summery: not enough time right now....
Challenge: GidgetGirl Challenge. See first part
Author's notes: Uh oh, running out of both typed stuff AND time...oh well. Real short chapter. And people are probably gonna hate me for this chapter. Wrote this part late one night, when I went to type it up....I wasn't happy with it. But it all works out for the best in the end. You'll see why I had to do this eventually.
Reader Responses:
Willow Fireheart: Well, glad your work's done...mine's not! I forgot my thirty note cards, well, 30 are due, I only have 17 done...forgot them at home...I hat late grades! Yup, Australia. I have a strange obsession with Australia, maybe that's because Steve Irwin lives there, with his wife, Terry, originally from the States, and their daughter Bindi, and they now have a son....don't know his name...
Bluie: thanks for reviewing. Html is icky! That's all I have to say!
Gidget: thanks for your review! I'm glad you like the pace!
STORY STARTS HERE
She slowly woke up in a hard bed. Before opening her eyes, she played a quick game with herself, guessing who was up before her. Angel, he didn't sleep much, since he was fangy. Buffy and Dawn loved sleep, and she couldn't understand why. After the first rays of the sun peeked over the city, calling for her to go out and play in the moon's tears, she just couldn't sleep. But maybe they couldn't hear the call.
Some of the others got up early, but they didn't go out and play. Many of the other slayers slept late like Buffy and Dawn though. The few that did get up early went and worked out in the room Angel had made for them. They didn't trust Angel, and she didn't understand why. She really liked him. He was nice to her.
Wait, she didn't hear the sun calling to her, it's fingers dancing over her face through the window. She couldn't hear the birdies calling to one another, rejoicing in the new day.
She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide open, searching. What she saw struck a sour note on her little heartstrings.
"No." she breathed, gasping shallowly, shaking her head. "No. No, no, no!" the tears came to her eyes unbidden as she stared at the four, bare, white concrete walls. The tiny cot moved and squeaked as she wiggled, threatening to collapse as it had for as long as she could remember.
"Angel? Dawn? Buffy?" she dared to whisper, but she knew they weren't there, and this wasn't a dream. She had seen Angel fall, trying to protect her. She had seen Buffy shot, right in front of her eyes. Her visions had come true, and that was when she knew the others would too.
"Good to see you awake, Miss Summers. You gave us quite a scare." She scrambled backwards, until she was pressed against the wall, her thin cotton nightgown letting the cold from the wall seep into her skin. Though she didn't recognize the voice, it filled her with terror.
"Y-Your not here." She dared to contradict.
"You know as well as I do the punishment for such behavior, Miss Summers." The disembodied voice said.
"N-No! Please! Anything but that!"
"Come now, what would your sister say about such a display of cowardice?" tears filled her eyes and overflowed quickly. She had learned long ago to cry without making a sound. They only punished you more if you made noise.
The voice didn't speak for a long time. She was alone once more in the 10 by 10 room, with nothing but a cold cot and lumpy pillow for company.
PAGE BREAK
She tried not to fidget, but she was hungry and she desperately had to go to the bathroom.
The door glided open, and she scrambled to stand up beside the cot. The man walked in, holding a leash and harness. She held up her arms obediently, so he could silently fasten the straps around her thin frame.
She hadn't told Buffy the whole truth, and now she hated herself for it. Hope had run away last year. But she had gone with her. After two months in solitary confinement, with two meals a day, and three bathroom trips, she was befriending dust mites. Lots of therapy, mostly painful, later, she learned to not talk to dust mites, nor mention them around people.
It was after that that she had first heard the sun calling her, and understood the bird's joy at the rise of a new day. But she didn't tell anyone. If she did, she'd have to go through more therapy.
But this time, when she was all alone for hours at a time, she would close her eyes and remember Angel. She really liked him, and she knew that after the ascension, whether she died or not, Angel and Buffy would be together, because he'd be human.
What she saw were like visions, but they weren't; they were awake dreams. She dreamed of living with Buffy and Angel in a real house, not a hotel, or the compound that looked like a house where she had grown up, but a real one, with a puppy and a kitty, though in her dream, Angel didn't like kitties very much. She wasn't sure what a puppy or a kitty was, but some of the other kids, who had come when they were older, they had described them, and all she really knew was she wanted one.
Occasionally, she'd have flashes of a man and a woman. She guessed these were her mommy and daddy, but it was all blurry. Mostly it was a voice she heard, singing a lullaby. Buffy hadn't known it, once she had asked, but Angel had. She could tell by the look on his face. She had bugged him until he sang it for her. While he was singing he was so sad and dark, she hadn't asked him to sing it again.
She walked obediently on the leash, as the man walked her to the bathroom. If she didn't fight then maybe they would let her out sooner. But she knew it wasn't going to happen. It was coming soon, everyone knew that. She could feel the tenseness in the air, even though it was dull and stale. It plagued her nightmares. She was a tool for the other side, and if Buffy was still alive, then she would be fighting against her, but most importantly Angel. They would never forgive her. He would never forgive her if Buffy had died.
She finished going to the bathroom, and washed her hands quickly. The man tugged on the leash hard, and she fell off the stool. She landed hard, jarring her knees and wrists. She could see where the bruises would form in a few short hours. A single tear fell down her cheek, but she stood back up quickly drying her hands, and turning off the faucet.
They didn't talk on the return trip either. He was a new guy, or he hadn't worked with the little kids before. It never crossed her mind that she wasn't on the island of Okinawa any more. Once they got back to her room, he unlocked the door, and let her in. He followed, locking the door behind him.
She stood there as he took off the leash, like a statue.
'We're going to play a little game, ok?" he spoke for the first time, in a voice that scratched her ears. "Ok?" he shook her roughly, and she nodded quickly.
He kneeled beside her, and tugged down the underwear with the stars that Dawn had bought for her. And then he started touching her.
PAGE BREAK
He left, slamming the thick door, and she heard the lock lock. After she knew he was really gone, she pulled up her special underwear that no longer felt like she deserved them, and crawled onto the bed, folding herself into a tiny ball. She didn't understand what he had done, but it had started out feeling strange funny, and then he had hurt her.
She knew she had been bad, letting him touch her there. Jessica, the girl who had been put in charge of her when she had first come, watching her and taking care of her, had told her it was never ok for anyone to touch her there, and Buffy had told her about something called Good Touch, Bad Touch after she had gotten a bad rash. She knew that what had just happened was Bad Touch.
She drew her knees closer to her chest, tucking her head so her forehead touched her knees, trying to block out the white walls and cold floor. That's when she started to silently cry.
END OF CHAPTER
Ok, I will accept flames for this chapter, since I have a feeling people are gonna be pissed off. I'm not some freak, trust me! This just came out of no where, but it all comes out in the end, and it help Buffy and Angel wi.....I can't tell you that, not yet...You'll find out soon enough!
But of course, if you've read A Day With Daddy, then you can probably guess what I'm talking about! Don't tell the others, ok?
PLEASE REVIEW
Part Eight
Posted: May 14, 2004
Disclaimer: see first part
Summery: not enough time right now....
Challenge: GidgetGirl Challenge. See first part
Author's notes: Uh oh, running out of both typed stuff AND time...oh well. Real short chapter. And people are probably gonna hate me for this chapter. Wrote this part late one night, when I went to type it up....I wasn't happy with it. But it all works out for the best in the end. You'll see why I had to do this eventually.
Reader Responses:
Willow Fireheart: Well, glad your work's done...mine's not! I forgot my thirty note cards, well, 30 are due, I only have 17 done...forgot them at home...I hat late grades! Yup, Australia. I have a strange obsession with Australia, maybe that's because Steve Irwin lives there, with his wife, Terry, originally from the States, and their daughter Bindi, and they now have a son....don't know his name...
Bluie: thanks for reviewing. Html is icky! That's all I have to say!
Gidget: thanks for your review! I'm glad you like the pace!
STORY STARTS HERE
She slowly woke up in a hard bed. Before opening her eyes, she played a quick game with herself, guessing who was up before her. Angel, he didn't sleep much, since he was fangy. Buffy and Dawn loved sleep, and she couldn't understand why. After the first rays of the sun peeked over the city, calling for her to go out and play in the moon's tears, she just couldn't sleep. But maybe they couldn't hear the call.
Some of the others got up early, but they didn't go out and play. Many of the other slayers slept late like Buffy and Dawn though. The few that did get up early went and worked out in the room Angel had made for them. They didn't trust Angel, and she didn't understand why. She really liked him. He was nice to her.
Wait, she didn't hear the sun calling to her, it's fingers dancing over her face through the window. She couldn't hear the birdies calling to one another, rejoicing in the new day.
She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide open, searching. What she saw struck a sour note on her little heartstrings.
"No." she breathed, gasping shallowly, shaking her head. "No. No, no, no!" the tears came to her eyes unbidden as she stared at the four, bare, white concrete walls. The tiny cot moved and squeaked as she wiggled, threatening to collapse as it had for as long as she could remember.
"Angel? Dawn? Buffy?" she dared to whisper, but she knew they weren't there, and this wasn't a dream. She had seen Angel fall, trying to protect her. She had seen Buffy shot, right in front of her eyes. Her visions had come true, and that was when she knew the others would too.
"Good to see you awake, Miss Summers. You gave us quite a scare." She scrambled backwards, until she was pressed against the wall, her thin cotton nightgown letting the cold from the wall seep into her skin. Though she didn't recognize the voice, it filled her with terror.
"Y-Your not here." She dared to contradict.
"You know as well as I do the punishment for such behavior, Miss Summers." The disembodied voice said.
"N-No! Please! Anything but that!"
"Come now, what would your sister say about such a display of cowardice?" tears filled her eyes and overflowed quickly. She had learned long ago to cry without making a sound. They only punished you more if you made noise.
The voice didn't speak for a long time. She was alone once more in the 10 by 10 room, with nothing but a cold cot and lumpy pillow for company.
PAGE BREAK
She tried not to fidget, but she was hungry and she desperately had to go to the bathroom.
The door glided open, and she scrambled to stand up beside the cot. The man walked in, holding a leash and harness. She held up her arms obediently, so he could silently fasten the straps around her thin frame.
She hadn't told Buffy the whole truth, and now she hated herself for it. Hope had run away last year. But she had gone with her. After two months in solitary confinement, with two meals a day, and three bathroom trips, she was befriending dust mites. Lots of therapy, mostly painful, later, she learned to not talk to dust mites, nor mention them around people.
It was after that that she had first heard the sun calling her, and understood the bird's joy at the rise of a new day. But she didn't tell anyone. If she did, she'd have to go through more therapy.
But this time, when she was all alone for hours at a time, she would close her eyes and remember Angel. She really liked him, and she knew that after the ascension, whether she died or not, Angel and Buffy would be together, because he'd be human.
What she saw were like visions, but they weren't; they were awake dreams. She dreamed of living with Buffy and Angel in a real house, not a hotel, or the compound that looked like a house where she had grown up, but a real one, with a puppy and a kitty, though in her dream, Angel didn't like kitties very much. She wasn't sure what a puppy or a kitty was, but some of the other kids, who had come when they were older, they had described them, and all she really knew was she wanted one.
Occasionally, she'd have flashes of a man and a woman. She guessed these were her mommy and daddy, but it was all blurry. Mostly it was a voice she heard, singing a lullaby. Buffy hadn't known it, once she had asked, but Angel had. She could tell by the look on his face. She had bugged him until he sang it for her. While he was singing he was so sad and dark, she hadn't asked him to sing it again.
She walked obediently on the leash, as the man walked her to the bathroom. If she didn't fight then maybe they would let her out sooner. But she knew it wasn't going to happen. It was coming soon, everyone knew that. She could feel the tenseness in the air, even though it was dull and stale. It plagued her nightmares. She was a tool for the other side, and if Buffy was still alive, then she would be fighting against her, but most importantly Angel. They would never forgive her. He would never forgive her if Buffy had died.
She finished going to the bathroom, and washed her hands quickly. The man tugged on the leash hard, and she fell off the stool. She landed hard, jarring her knees and wrists. She could see where the bruises would form in a few short hours. A single tear fell down her cheek, but she stood back up quickly drying her hands, and turning off the faucet.
They didn't talk on the return trip either. He was a new guy, or he hadn't worked with the little kids before. It never crossed her mind that she wasn't on the island of Okinawa any more. Once they got back to her room, he unlocked the door, and let her in. He followed, locking the door behind him.
She stood there as he took off the leash, like a statue.
'We're going to play a little game, ok?" he spoke for the first time, in a voice that scratched her ears. "Ok?" he shook her roughly, and she nodded quickly.
He kneeled beside her, and tugged down the underwear with the stars that Dawn had bought for her. And then he started touching her.
PAGE BREAK
He left, slamming the thick door, and she heard the lock lock. After she knew he was really gone, she pulled up her special underwear that no longer felt like she deserved them, and crawled onto the bed, folding herself into a tiny ball. She didn't understand what he had done, but it had started out feeling strange funny, and then he had hurt her.
She knew she had been bad, letting him touch her there. Jessica, the girl who had been put in charge of her when she had first come, watching her and taking care of her, had told her it was never ok for anyone to touch her there, and Buffy had told her about something called Good Touch, Bad Touch after she had gotten a bad rash. She knew that what had just happened was Bad Touch.
She drew her knees closer to her chest, tucking her head so her forehead touched her knees, trying to block out the white walls and cold floor. That's when she started to silently cry.
END OF CHAPTER
Ok, I will accept flames for this chapter, since I have a feeling people are gonna be pissed off. I'm not some freak, trust me! This just came out of no where, but it all comes out in the end, and it help Buffy and Angel wi.....I can't tell you that, not yet...You'll find out soon enough!
But of course, if you've read A Day With Daddy, then you can probably guess what I'm talking about! Don't tell the others, ok?
PLEASE REVIEW