Discussion
Title: Discussion
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 990
Disclaimer: I do not own Community or Buffy, or its characters,
Summary: A continuation of Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer. It's been a very long time, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing this series. Britta and Annie talk about Jeff.
Previous Chapters:
Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer
Different
Without A Second Thought
Scars
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The issue of the sudden disappearance of Jeff in her patrol rounds comes up one time.
It happens weeks after the “event” and for the most part, she’s over it. She no longer wakes in the middle of night dreaming of screams and blood. Her stomach no longer turns at the color red. She no longer feels like a black hole has been suddenly created in the place of her heart when she sees his apartment go up for sale.
He left town.
He’s obviously moved on, and she has too.
“Don’t you miss him? I mean, I know he was a ‘vampire’-but he was still your friend…” Britta asks her seriously one afternoon. It’s just them, in their apartment, sitting on the couch. Britta is drinking whiskey and catching up on homework, Annie is shining a blade and trying to ignore how much she wants to re-organize Britta’s notes. (Really, it’s just sloppy and there’s no excuses…Annie knows she has highlighters and folders.)
“No.”
“No?”
“No. I don’t miss him. “
“Liar.”
Annie looks up from her weapon and tries very, very hard to force her features into what she hopes is a formidable glare; but she knows the truth, she’s just looks like she’s pouting.
So much for harden warrior, she still looks like she should be planning tea parties rather than attack tactics, no matter how many times she practices in the bathroom mirror.
“He’s not human and…he killed Britta, he killed those men and drank their blood without even being sorry. I can’t just, forgive and forget that." She tries to explain, but she can feel her emotions bubbling, they threaten to overflow, even in her harsh words.
“He lost control, yes, but he did it to save you.” Britta tries to counter; it’s practically coded in her double helix to fight for the underdog. She believes everything in this world deserves rights, and chances, even the things that go bump in the night. She knows for the most part, the group thinks her mad or naive when she tries to get them to talk to the beast, monsters and vampires they fight; but for the most part the demon population isn’t what they used to be. Very few sustain on human happy meals, and there’s a minatory of those who want to do wrong.
-but Annie is the Vampire Slayer, and it’s more than a job. It’s her life. Things are different. The monsters are harder and meaner than normal. They are the baddies of the bad, they are the villains and when they are coming after her with the clear intent to kill her she really doesn’t have time to ask them about their childhood or talk out their daddy issues.
“I miss the man Jeff used to be, not the vampire version.” Annie admits.
“They don’t have to be separate.” Britta starts, but Annie cuts her off, too tired and emotionally drained to play nicely. She’s not a homework assignment.
“Yes, they do.” She snaps, gripping her blade with more force than she needs. “They need to be because they are. There is Jeff the man, with a soul and then there’s the monster that inhabit his body who pretends to be the man we used to know.”
Britta doesn't know how this stupid little question has turned into such a fight, but already she can feel herself grow angry. She stands up and Annie follows, and yeah it's probably a little bit more than stupid to poke an already irritated Slayer with a weapon in her hands, but Britta isn't thinking when she steps up and starts literally poking Annie.
“Annie that’s not true and you know it! He’s still Jeff. He still raves about sinks from Italy, drives a car that’s far out of his pay grade and eats fruit loops with Abed and Troy. He’s still the man who tries to protect this group, he’s still the man who loves yo-"
Britta never gets to finish her words, because Annie drop kicks her to the floor, lands on top of her and presses a blade to her throat.
“He isn’t that man anymore. Just as I am not just Annie. We have changed, and you need to understand that, Britta.”
At this point, even with a blade pressed to her throat, Britta isn’t scared.
She’s absolutely paralyzed with sadness at the broken girl above her.
“Jeff Winger isn’t anything but a monster that rips out people’s throats and drinks their blood. He might have been fighting that change, but that night he failed. He turned and lost whatever last bit of humanity was left. I don’t care if it was for me, I can handle myself. He hurt me more than those men ever did. He crossed a line and lost himself. ”
There are tears running down Annie’s cheek, and her body trembles, but her blade in held straight as if gripped in unbreakable iron.
“We have to accept this. We have to accept he choose his nature over us. He is a demon without a soul and he will kill because he can. That in time he will want to destroy us too, and when he does, we have to be prepared to destroy him first. End of story. We have to accept this.”
Britta blinks away her own tears, and her voice cracks when she whispers, “Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?”
Annie sits up and off, taking her blade with her. The two women stare at each other, and as much as Britta wants to grab Annie and hold her in the hug she knows the younger girl needs, she knows that she can’t. Annie is different; she’s not the sweet innocent girl that once dreamed in lavender and glitter.
She’s a woman, hard as steel and tough as nails, and her dreams are filled with monsters, death and blood.
She doesn’t need a hug; she doesn’t need someone asking her questions, asking if she’s right or wrong.
She needs to be strong, smart and become more than what she is.
She needs to be more than Annie Edison.
Just as there needs to be separation between who Jeff is and the monster he became, there needs to be separation of Annie the girl, and Annie the Slayer. The Slayer has no time to deal with insecurities, the battlefield she fights on isn't going to allow it.
“Annie…I’m sorry.” Britta says it for a lot of reasons, and means it.
Annie just stalks out of the room and into her bedroom.
It is the last time Annie talks about Jeff Winger.
______________To Be Continued__________________
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 990
Disclaimer: I do not own Community or Buffy, or its characters,
Summary: A continuation of Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer. It's been a very long time, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing this series. Britta and Annie talk about Jeff.
Previous Chapters:
Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer
Different
Without A Second Thought
Scars
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The issue of the sudden disappearance of Jeff in her patrol rounds comes up one time.
It happens weeks after the “event” and for the most part, she’s over it. She no longer wakes in the middle of night dreaming of screams and blood. Her stomach no longer turns at the color red. She no longer feels like a black hole has been suddenly created in the place of her heart when she sees his apartment go up for sale.
He left town.
He’s obviously moved on, and she has too.
“Don’t you miss him? I mean, I know he was a ‘vampire’-but he was still your friend…” Britta asks her seriously one afternoon. It’s just them, in their apartment, sitting on the couch. Britta is drinking whiskey and catching up on homework, Annie is shining a blade and trying to ignore how much she wants to re-organize Britta’s notes. (Really, it’s just sloppy and there’s no excuses…Annie knows she has highlighters and folders.)
“No.”
“No?”
“No. I don’t miss him. “
“Liar.”
Annie looks up from her weapon and tries very, very hard to force her features into what she hopes is a formidable glare; but she knows the truth, she’s just looks like she’s pouting.
So much for harden warrior, she still looks like she should be planning tea parties rather than attack tactics, no matter how many times she practices in the bathroom mirror.
“He’s not human and…he killed Britta, he killed those men and drank their blood without even being sorry. I can’t just, forgive and forget that." She tries to explain, but she can feel her emotions bubbling, they threaten to overflow, even in her harsh words.
“He lost control, yes, but he did it to save you.” Britta tries to counter; it’s practically coded in her double helix to fight for the underdog. She believes everything in this world deserves rights, and chances, even the things that go bump in the night. She knows for the most part, the group thinks her mad or naive when she tries to get them to talk to the beast, monsters and vampires they fight; but for the most part the demon population isn’t what they used to be. Very few sustain on human happy meals, and there’s a minatory of those who want to do wrong.
-but Annie is the Vampire Slayer, and it’s more than a job. It’s her life. Things are different. The monsters are harder and meaner than normal. They are the baddies of the bad, they are the villains and when they are coming after her with the clear intent to kill her she really doesn’t have time to ask them about their childhood or talk out their daddy issues.
“I miss the man Jeff used to be, not the vampire version.” Annie admits.
“They don’t have to be separate.” Britta starts, but Annie cuts her off, too tired and emotionally drained to play nicely. She’s not a homework assignment.
“Yes, they do.” She snaps, gripping her blade with more force than she needs. “They need to be because they are. There is Jeff the man, with a soul and then there’s the monster that inhabit his body who pretends to be the man we used to know.”
Britta doesn't know how this stupid little question has turned into such a fight, but already she can feel herself grow angry. She stands up and Annie follows, and yeah it's probably a little bit more than stupid to poke an already irritated Slayer with a weapon in her hands, but Britta isn't thinking when she steps up and starts literally poking Annie.
“Annie that’s not true and you know it! He’s still Jeff. He still raves about sinks from Italy, drives a car that’s far out of his pay grade and eats fruit loops with Abed and Troy. He’s still the man who tries to protect this group, he’s still the man who loves yo-"
Britta never gets to finish her words, because Annie drop kicks her to the floor, lands on top of her and presses a blade to her throat.
“He isn’t that man anymore. Just as I am not just Annie. We have changed, and you need to understand that, Britta.”
At this point, even with a blade pressed to her throat, Britta isn’t scared.
She’s absolutely paralyzed with sadness at the broken girl above her.
“Jeff Winger isn’t anything but a monster that rips out people’s throats and drinks their blood. He might have been fighting that change, but that night he failed. He turned and lost whatever last bit of humanity was left. I don’t care if it was for me, I can handle myself. He hurt me more than those men ever did. He crossed a line and lost himself. ”
There are tears running down Annie’s cheek, and her body trembles, but her blade in held straight as if gripped in unbreakable iron.
“We have to accept this. We have to accept he choose his nature over us. He is a demon without a soul and he will kill because he can. That in time he will want to destroy us too, and when he does, we have to be prepared to destroy him first. End of story. We have to accept this.”
Britta blinks away her own tears, and her voice cracks when she whispers, “Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?”
Annie sits up and off, taking her blade with her. The two women stare at each other, and as much as Britta wants to grab Annie and hold her in the hug she knows the younger girl needs, she knows that she can’t. Annie is different; she’s not the sweet innocent girl that once dreamed in lavender and glitter.
She’s a woman, hard as steel and tough as nails, and her dreams are filled with monsters, death and blood.
She doesn’t need a hug; she doesn’t need someone asking her questions, asking if she’s right or wrong.
She needs to be strong, smart and become more than what she is.
She needs to be more than Annie Edison.
Just as there needs to be separation between who Jeff is and the monster he became, there needs to be separation of Annie the girl, and Annie the Slayer. The Slayer has no time to deal with insecurities, the battlefield she fights on isn't going to allow it.
“Annie…I’m sorry.” Britta says it for a lot of reasons, and means it.
Annie just stalks out of the room and into her bedroom.
It is the last time Annie talks about Jeff Winger.
______________To Be Continued__________________