The REAL Buffy
Author's Note: A one shot on Rashel. It takes place way before The Chosen, sorta during the peak of her career, as in when Vampire's started to fear her. Again just on her thoughts and feelings.
Disclaimer/Dedication: I own nobody. Dedicated too: Lucifer's Pazzesco Angel: Lol, go you. Thanks! Incarnated-soul: My fave reviewer :) Hahaha, I don't think I've gone bigheaded with my writing. Well I hope not but thanks! I do have a few ideas for a story actually, but nothing solid yet. We shall see. What characters would you be interested in reading a fic of btw? Sorry about that, I was doing it in presence tense then went back and changed it all. Enchantednight84: Thank you. I'll see what I can do, for now hope you like his soulmates. That's a good idea actually... :) Jocelyn Angel: I know, but I can't write long oneshots, it's hard for me, because I'll end up babbling. Nobody likes them, which is weird. I thought they were cool.
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I crouch on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the silent city beneath me. My scarf flutters in the wind, and I wince at the wounds on my face that prickle with pain. They call me Rashel 'The Cat' Jordon now, because after killing my victims, I leave claw marks on their face. It's my trade mark. This kitten has claws... Meow.
You won't get away with this, kitty. Stab.
Yes, I regret it now and then. It's not usual for a fifteen year old to run around and kill people. But that was the thing; they weren't exactly people were they? They deserved everything they got. The parasites. It was their fault. Their eyes would mock me before I would end their horrible existence. They didn't think I would have the guts to do it. But I did. Oh, I did. When it came to the exact moment in time, where I had no choice and my bittersweet anger was bubbling. I did. If I didn't, I would end up dead. Only one could win that night. The good side – Me.
This kitten has claws...
Want to know a secret? Something we'll keep between just you and me. The faces of my victims haunt me. You see, when it comes down to it, I'm just a teenager, your average American girl. The vampire hunting is another side of me, a side I hate. A side that overpowers me because all I can think of is revenge. Yeah, revenge can cloud my better judgment at times...After all, I am only human.
I don't lament over their fates all the time. Most of the times, I know they deserve it. I can be cold. I'm sorry. I should have cried that day it happened... Rain lightly falls from the sky. If I was to have an outer body experience right now this is what I would see - A figure huddling in their clothes, only a sharp face peering from a mass of black cloth. Face resting on the knees as cat green eyes stared off into the distance. I don't like it when I think like this, these thoughts lead to other thoughts...
Doesn't it ever get lonely? Shut up.
Yes, it gets terribly lonely. There are a few people who understand, but only to certain amount. I have never told anyone everything. I wish there was someone I could talk to, truly talk to. Someone I could tell my secrets and problems without being seen bizarre or schizophrenic. No matter how many foster homes I had been in, I always felt alone. I never seemed to be there, I was always partially in my own world trying to figure out the past.
So there you have it! Yeah yeah...
Rashel 'The Cat' Jordon, the tough vampire hunter, the real Buffy is just needs someone who'll understand... I don't sound so tough now, do I?
Only human... Oh, I see...
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