I don't own Buffy or any related characters. Life just sucks like that.
Life Isn't A Fairytale
It was meant to be a sobering speech, one of caution delivered from the wise to the ignorant. The monsters were real.
It was a strange speech full of bits of religion and what he'd thought of as fantasy. It was delivered in an accent that was just as strange to him as the speech was. A cold water onto feverish skin speech. One that could dash a forlorn hope. The monsters are real and unlike stories, the monsters do win.
Monsters are real, but at least so were the heroes. There couldn't be a Darth Vader without an Obi-Wan Kenobi. This world's Obi-Wan was a pretty young blond thing, either gifted or cursed with the ability and destiny to fight the monsters. And like most heroes she was meant to stand alone.
According to the story she was supposed to. But he had never put any great trust in stories. Wasn't the trend to go against convention now?
The world had never been a paradise. He could believe that. The world hadn't been perfect, it had been hell, a home for demons. He could believe that too. That scary and evil things wanted the world back, that's harder for him to understand. Hadn't they seen it?
The speech was meant to change what he knew. He'd learnt some things about souls, vampires and demons, more than he ever thought he'd need to. He was convinced they existed now. He was now meant to be convinced that bad things can and did happen and that there was no white knight to save him. That life wasn't a fairy tale.
He didn't need a speech. He'd never thought it was.