Scars (1/1)
Title: Scars (1/1)
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 701
Disclaimer: I do not own Community or Buffy, or its characters,
Summary: A continuation of Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer. Thanks to chellek to helping me keep on track and wanting to continuing the story. Make sure to read Without A Second Thought before reading this!
Previous One-shots:
Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer
Different
Without A Second Thought
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Britta has scars.
She isn't shamed by them, they are after all what shaped her to be who she is. That's the point of scars really, at least in Britta's mind. They are lessons etched across your body.
She has scrapes across her knees and elbows, from her wild child days.
Her hands and arms, from helping those who couldn't help themselves.
She has etches of nail on her back from past lovers, and mental ones for the ones she truly cared for who like the one who didn't, ended up running away.
Those are type of scars that she likes to point out, that make her want to tell the story behind them. Wants to relive the moment.
Lately, however her scars are neon signs of impending danger. Succeeding in only reminding her how breakable she really is. She isn't Annie, she isn't the slayer.
And sometimes, she thanks in the God she doesn't really believe in, that she isn't.
Annie might never physically be scarred, but Britta has seen a cold, dark look in her friend's eyes that speaks of the mental ones that she alone deals with.
Annie had that look more and more, ever since she came to the library covered in blood and shaking. Warning them all that Jeff was no longer to be trusted. She had replayed the events of the night, of Jeff's attacks. What broke Britta's heart the most, was how calm Annie told them.
There were no tears. No shaky voice. Nothing but General Annie and her command of avoidance of the vampire known as Jeffrey Winger.
Not that it stopped her from tracking him down and demanding answers. Or tried to.
When she finds him, half starved and drunk, all the angry questions that had been rolling around her mind for days suddenly vanish. She bites her tongue and knows that as bad as her scars are. As deep and long her scars both mentally and physically might be, at least they have healed.
At least her wounds have healed, for Jeff, she's not sure they ever will. Not without Annie.
"I fucked up." He admits, head in hands. Britta can see that there is still blood caked on his jeans and shirt. He refuses to met her eyes. "There's no going back from this, I'm not sorry and she knows it."
"Don't say that. It's not over." Britta pulls on his arm, digging her heels into the dirt to lift him, but Jeff isn't moving an inch. She still holds his arm anyways.
"It was over the moment I became a vampire Britta." He pulls his arm back and curls it around his middle. "I tried to pretend Britta, I really did, I thought it wouldn't matter, but it does. To her. To me." his voice cracks, and Britta's heart follows suit. "I can't continue like this, I can't sleep, I can't keep blood down." He gives a bitter laugh, "-remember that time when I said disappointing her was like choking Ariel with bike chains?"
Britta nods.
"Yeah well, it turns out it's more like choking myself with bike chains."
Britta kneels down, ignoring the scent of death that lingers around her friend.
"Stop being melodramatic."
Jeff scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Screw you. I'm dying."
"You're already dead." she points out with a pained-smirk. She tries to break the tension, the fear and the pure what-the-fuck of the moment. It fails. She's Britta, not him. Her witty banter only makes things worse, not better.
"That's the problem. That will always be the problem."
"You're an idiot. You're still Jeff to us, to her. If you just make the effort, show her-"
"How do you propose I do that? There isn't a twelve step program to teach you how to repress your demonic urges. I'm pretty sure Hallmark hasn't come out with line of 'Sorry I killed a bunch of people and drank their blood' -cards yet. Face it Britta, you can't save me. So stop trying." Jeff snaps, forcing himself to stand and stumble away from her. She lets him go, because he's right.
Britta can't save him, but she can. It's just a matter of making her realize she can.
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Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 701
Disclaimer: I do not own Community or Buffy, or its characters,
Summary: A continuation of Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer. Thanks to chellek to helping me keep on track and wanting to continuing the story. Make sure to read Without A Second Thought before reading this!
Previous One-shots:
Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer
Different
Without A Second Thought
_________________________________________________________________________________
Britta has scars.
She isn't shamed by them, they are after all what shaped her to be who she is. That's the point of scars really, at least in Britta's mind. They are lessons etched across your body.
She has scrapes across her knees and elbows, from her wild child days.
Her hands and arms, from helping those who couldn't help themselves.
She has etches of nail on her back from past lovers, and mental ones for the ones she truly cared for who like the one who didn't, ended up running away.
Those are type of scars that she likes to point out, that make her want to tell the story behind them. Wants to relive the moment.
Lately, however her scars are neon signs of impending danger. Succeeding in only reminding her how breakable she really is. She isn't Annie, she isn't the slayer.
And sometimes, she thanks in the God she doesn't really believe in, that she isn't.
Annie might never physically be scarred, but Britta has seen a cold, dark look in her friend's eyes that speaks of the mental ones that she alone deals with.
Annie had that look more and more, ever since she came to the library covered in blood and shaking. Warning them all that Jeff was no longer to be trusted. She had replayed the events of the night, of Jeff's attacks. What broke Britta's heart the most, was how calm Annie told them.
There were no tears. No shaky voice. Nothing but General Annie and her command of avoidance of the vampire known as Jeffrey Winger.
Not that it stopped her from tracking him down and demanding answers. Or tried to.
When she finds him, half starved and drunk, all the angry questions that had been rolling around her mind for days suddenly vanish. She bites her tongue and knows that as bad as her scars are. As deep and long her scars both mentally and physically might be, at least they have healed.
At least her wounds have healed, for Jeff, she's not sure they ever will. Not without Annie.
"I fucked up." He admits, head in hands. Britta can see that there is still blood caked on his jeans and shirt. He refuses to met her eyes. "There's no going back from this, I'm not sorry and she knows it."
"Don't say that. It's not over." Britta pulls on his arm, digging her heels into the dirt to lift him, but Jeff isn't moving an inch. She still holds his arm anyways.
"It was over the moment I became a vampire Britta." He pulls his arm back and curls it around his middle. "I tried to pretend Britta, I really did, I thought it wouldn't matter, but it does. To her. To me." his voice cracks, and Britta's heart follows suit. "I can't continue like this, I can't sleep, I can't keep blood down." He gives a bitter laugh, "-remember that time when I said disappointing her was like choking Ariel with bike chains?"
Britta nods.
"Yeah well, it turns out it's more like choking myself with bike chains."
Britta kneels down, ignoring the scent of death that lingers around her friend.
"Stop being melodramatic."
Jeff scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Screw you. I'm dying."
"You're already dead." she points out with a pained-smirk. She tries to break the tension, the fear and the pure what-the-fuck of the moment. It fails. She's Britta, not him. Her witty banter only makes things worse, not better.
"That's the problem. That will always be the problem."
"You're an idiot. You're still Jeff to us, to her. If you just make the effort, show her-"
"How do you propose I do that? There isn't a twelve step program to teach you how to repress your demonic urges. I'm pretty sure Hallmark hasn't come out with line of 'Sorry I killed a bunch of people and drank their blood' -cards yet. Face it Britta, you can't save me. So stop trying." Jeff snaps, forcing himself to stand and stumble away from her. She lets him go, because he's right.
Britta can't save him, but she can. It's just a matter of making her realize she can.
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