(AUTHOR'S NOTE: lyrics in this chapter taken from 4 Non Blondes' 1993 album Bigger Better Faster.)
25 years and my life is still
trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination...
Tru woke up with lingering feelings of regret, anger, disappointment, but most of all, a great happiness welling inside of her.
She and Faith slept together, and there was no need to even bring it into a sexual context.
That's all they did.
Sleep.
She sat up fully, realizing that the three worst possible feelings to wake up to were because Faith was no longer keeping her body warm beside her.
She felt as though she didn't have a moment to spare, like the slayer was going to leave town at any instant and leave Tru wanting to slap herself. She got dressed as fast as she could, putting on her makeup so quickly that she didn't realize how much she did look like Faith.
She glided out of the doorway, making sure to lock it, and ran down the flights of stairs, skipping two at a time and not feeling the urge to wait for the slow elevator.As soon as she exited the main entrance, however, she was torn again.
Left... or right? Left or... aw screw it.
At that she just crossed the street and turned left. She walked past a magazine vendor, where a semi-cute, semi-angry looking blonde stood, reading the latest issue of some tabloid.
Before she could pass the stand, the short blonde girl had lunged out in front of her with a disbelieving stare.
Tru raised an eyebrow and muttered a simple "Err, excuse me." To the girl... who shook her head and punched her, sending her flying back into a pile of wood crates.
"Ow... ow... and fucking ow."
"How on EARTH did I know you'd be here?." The blonde said.
"Um, and you are?"
The girl scoffed, placing her hands on her hips and smirking at Tru.
"Buffy, ya know, the one who's life you destroyed? Yep, that's me."
And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out what's in my head
And I'm, I am feeling a little peculiar
So I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on?
Tru got up slowly, dusting her now torn leather pants off.
"Fuck, I just got these, too..." She slapped her hand over her mouth. "God, I even sound like Faith..." she said in shock.
"Ha ha... maybe it's cause you are, Faithy."
Tru suddenly felt a huge anger welling up inside of her, just like the one she felt this morning.
"F-Faithy? Nobody calls her that but me!" Tru then swung her clenched fist forward, closing her eyes. To her surprise, it connected, and sent the blonde flying backwards.
"What the...?" Tru, completely baffled, looked over to see an identical hand covering her right.
Faith's beautiful, magnificent hand... she sighed to herself.
"Heyyy, it's the Buffster! Long time no see, babe."
Buffy stood up, her eyes wide and her jaw almost scraping on the concrete below.
"Oh! Yeah, silly me, this is my bestest buddy Tru, here. Tru , B, B, Tru."
Buffy just stared more, as Faith wrapped her ams around Tru's waist, whispering hushed questions into her ear as the morgue worker smiled.
"Hey, you okay? Did she hurt you?" were some of the questions she asked.
Buffy stole the anger Tru had.
And Buffy mad = really bad.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE #2: Ya know, I'm really starting to like this teaser business. Seeya in a couple of days. Runs off, singing and prancing and spinning and dancing (Woah, I could be the next Doctor Seuss!)
25 years and my life is still
trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination...
Tru woke up with lingering feelings of regret, anger, disappointment, but most of all, a great happiness welling inside of her.
She and Faith slept together, and there was no need to even bring it into a sexual context.
That's all they did.
Sleep.
She sat up fully, realizing that the three worst possible feelings to wake up to were because Faith was no longer keeping her body warm beside her.
She felt as though she didn't have a moment to spare, like the slayer was going to leave town at any instant and leave Tru wanting to slap herself. She got dressed as fast as she could, putting on her makeup so quickly that she didn't realize how much she did look like Faith.
She glided out of the doorway, making sure to lock it, and ran down the flights of stairs, skipping two at a time and not feeling the urge to wait for the slow elevator.As soon as she exited the main entrance, however, she was torn again.
Left... or right? Left or... aw screw it.
At that she just crossed the street and turned left. She walked past a magazine vendor, where a semi-cute, semi-angry looking blonde stood, reading the latest issue of some tabloid.
Before she could pass the stand, the short blonde girl had lunged out in front of her with a disbelieving stare.
Tru raised an eyebrow and muttered a simple "Err, excuse me." To the girl... who shook her head and punched her, sending her flying back into a pile of wood crates.
"Ow... ow... and fucking ow."
"How on EARTH did I know you'd be here?." The blonde said.
"Um, and you are?"
The girl scoffed, placing her hands on her hips and smirking at Tru.
"Buffy, ya know, the one who's life you destroyed? Yep, that's me."
And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out what's in my head
And I'm, I am feeling a little peculiar
So I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on?
Tru got up slowly, dusting her now torn leather pants off.
"Fuck, I just got these, too..." She slapped her hand over her mouth. "God, I even sound like Faith..." she said in shock.
"Ha ha... maybe it's cause you are, Faithy."
Tru suddenly felt a huge anger welling up inside of her, just like the one she felt this morning.
"F-Faithy? Nobody calls her that but me!" Tru then swung her clenched fist forward, closing her eyes. To her surprise, it connected, and sent the blonde flying backwards.
"What the...?" Tru, completely baffled, looked over to see an identical hand covering her right.
Faith's beautiful, magnificent hand... she sighed to herself.
"Heyyy, it's the Buffster! Long time no see, babe."
Buffy stood up, her eyes wide and her jaw almost scraping on the concrete below.
"Oh! Yeah, silly me, this is my bestest buddy Tru, here. Tru , B, B, Tru."
Buffy just stared more, as Faith wrapped her ams around Tru's waist, whispering hushed questions into her ear as the morgue worker smiled.
"Hey, you okay? Did she hurt you?" were some of the questions she asked.
Buffy stole the anger Tru had.
And Buffy mad = really bad.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE #2: Ya know, I'm really starting to like this teaser business. Seeya in a couple of days. Runs off, singing and prancing and spinning and dancing (Woah, I could be the next Doctor Seuss!)