Different (1/1)
Title: Different
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 929
Disclaimer: I do not own Community or Buffy, or its characters,
Summary: A continuation of Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer. Thanks to all that read and for chellek helping me with ideas!
A/N: There will be more of this series, since there seems to be a demand for it. More little interlocking one-shots. Hope you enjoy.
Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer
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Annie is told she isn't like other slayers, the ones before her. She doesn't know what to make of this, just how exactly is she remarkably different from any of the long list of young girls before her? Is it bad or good that she's different? Is it her age? Her skill, or past addiction to drugs?
Duncan blinks rapidly at her when she asks what he means, "I just meant...you see..."
He fumbles for his words, it takes him a moment to actually get his real message across.
"I was just commenting on your research skills, really."
"My research skills?" Annie now feels silly for worrying, for asking. She's different because she's more nerdy than any Slayer before her, great. Smacked with destiny to fight evil, given inhuman strength, and what does Annie do? She studies.
Duncan fidgets a bit in place, not looking up to her, but she can tell by his eyes that his concentration isn't going to the book in his hand either. "Tina...the slayer before you, she didn't...she didn't like research at all. Used to say it was boring and books smelled funny." He chuckles a little bit, awkwardly at his private joke. It's even more private joke now, because Tina, the slayer before her is dead.
Annie suddenly doesn't want to know more, about what makes her different from the other slayers.
-because she knows there aren't enough differences. Not as many as there should be. Not nearly enough to ensure her future isn't going to end in the same exact way.
She knows enough about her Slayer ancestors to know they all die young, and it isn't ever slow.
She once tried to read the Slayer diaries. Thinking that it would help prepare her for future battles, help her get in the right mind frame for what she would have to do every day for the rest of her life, but in the end she couldn't even get half way. To this day, it is the only book she's ever opened and not finished.
Maybe because it was less of a diary and more like a list of the dead.
There's a brief introduction, the girl's name and age that she was called, and sometimes the village she was born. After that, it's a day by day description of what she fought, killed and banished. Nothing about the girl, nothing about what she feels, what she thinks.
Some of the girls, they don't even last a week. Some are killed the next day after they are called.
It makes Annie want to drop down to her knees and weep.
-because she was called later than most. She was just nearly an adult, a year outside of being old enough to drink, she was still growing. Still trying to figure out how to live.
Then Tina's neck gets snapped and suddenly she's the chosen one.
The Chosen one, the girl destined to fight evil.
Except, she lost the right to be a girl didn't she? That book, the slayer diaries, they don't show the struggles of a girl, it's a book about a weapon. A weapon that changes names and faces, but is consistent in only one thing. Death.
Abruptly, there's a spine tickling feeling, and it knocks her from her thoughts.
There's still one person, who sees her. Who she is and not what she became.
She walks out of the Study Group room, and out into the campus, where under a nestle of trees she spots him. He's talking, to an older man, he says goodbye and walks up to her.
"What was that about?"
He gives a tired sigh, taking out his phone and texting. "That, it turns out, is an actual Greendale Night School teacher."
"I thought Greendale didn't have a real night school."
"The whole conspiracy of having a night school actually became real when the Dean realized most of his students don't really like the sun, or as he states, ' our friendly-allergic-to-the-sun buddies'."
Greendale it turns out, actually had a large population of vamps, that no one really noticed.
"So you're continuing to becoming a lawyer? What, being a bloodsucker just wasn't enough?"
"It's my actual vampiric tendencies is what will give me extra credit points." He jokes, putting his phone in his back pocket. "Are you about to patrol? It's a bit early."
Annie tries not to think about what Duncan said, or the thoughts it pulled up, but even with all the training and fighting. She's still Annie Edison, and he's still Jeff Winger. He knows she's upset without her saying a word.
"What's wrong? Duncan being a creep, by watching too closely?"
"No." She doesn't like that Jeff takes jabs at Duncan constantly, yes he's not the best Watcher ever, and yes sometimes he's creepy, but he's the only one she has.
"Then what?"
For a moment she wants to tell him, about how she feels like she's just a weapon, how she fears that this endless battle will consume her. How scared she is.
-but he's no longer just Jeff Winger, same as she's no longer just Annie Edison.
She's the slayer, and he's a vampire. Titles tacked onto their names without permission.
"It's nothing."
She doesn't tell him, she doesn't share, because she doesn't want to remind him or herself, of what they are. She'd rather play pretend, if only for a moment and only with him.
She looks him the eyes, the clear blue eyes that have yet to betray the monster that lurks behind them and waits for his response.
"Okay."
He likes to pretend too.
Author: Avaritia_90
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 929
Disclaimer: I do not own Community or Buffy, or its characters,
Summary: A continuation of Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer. Thanks to all that read and for chellek helping me with ideas!
A/N: There will be more of this series, since there seems to be a demand for it. More little interlocking one-shots. Hope you enjoy.
Annie Edison The Vampire Slayer
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Annie is told she isn't like other slayers, the ones before her. She doesn't know what to make of this, just how exactly is she remarkably different from any of the long list of young girls before her? Is it bad or good that she's different? Is it her age? Her skill, or past addiction to drugs?
Duncan blinks rapidly at her when she asks what he means, "I just meant...you see..."
He fumbles for his words, it takes him a moment to actually get his real message across.
"I was just commenting on your research skills, really."
"My research skills?" Annie now feels silly for worrying, for asking. She's different because she's more nerdy than any Slayer before her, great. Smacked with destiny to fight evil, given inhuman strength, and what does Annie do? She studies.
Duncan fidgets a bit in place, not looking up to her, but she can tell by his eyes that his concentration isn't going to the book in his hand either. "Tina...the slayer before you, she didn't...she didn't like research at all. Used to say it was boring and books smelled funny." He chuckles a little bit, awkwardly at his private joke. It's even more private joke now, because Tina, the slayer before her is dead.
Annie suddenly doesn't want to know more, about what makes her different from the other slayers.
-because she knows there aren't enough differences. Not as many as there should be. Not nearly enough to ensure her future isn't going to end in the same exact way.
She knows enough about her Slayer ancestors to know they all die young, and it isn't ever slow.
She once tried to read the Slayer diaries. Thinking that it would help prepare her for future battles, help her get in the right mind frame for what she would have to do every day for the rest of her life, but in the end she couldn't even get half way. To this day, it is the only book she's ever opened and not finished.
Maybe because it was less of a diary and more like a list of the dead.
There's a brief introduction, the girl's name and age that she was called, and sometimes the village she was born. After that, it's a day by day description of what she fought, killed and banished. Nothing about the girl, nothing about what she feels, what she thinks.
Some of the girls, they don't even last a week. Some are killed the next day after they are called.
It makes Annie want to drop down to her knees and weep.
-because she was called later than most. She was just nearly an adult, a year outside of being old enough to drink, she was still growing. Still trying to figure out how to live.
Then Tina's neck gets snapped and suddenly she's the chosen one.
The Chosen one, the girl destined to fight evil.
Except, she lost the right to be a girl didn't she? That book, the slayer diaries, they don't show the struggles of a girl, it's a book about a weapon. A weapon that changes names and faces, but is consistent in only one thing. Death.
Abruptly, there's a spine tickling feeling, and it knocks her from her thoughts.
There's still one person, who sees her. Who she is and not what she became.
She walks out of the Study Group room, and out into the campus, where under a nestle of trees she spots him. He's talking, to an older man, he says goodbye and walks up to her.
"What was that about?"
He gives a tired sigh, taking out his phone and texting. "That, it turns out, is an actual Greendale Night School teacher."
"I thought Greendale didn't have a real night school."
"The whole conspiracy of having a night school actually became real when the Dean realized most of his students don't really like the sun, or as he states, ' our friendly-allergic-to-the-sun buddies'."
Greendale it turns out, actually had a large population of vamps, that no one really noticed.
"So you're continuing to becoming a lawyer? What, being a bloodsucker just wasn't enough?"
"It's my actual vampiric tendencies is what will give me extra credit points." He jokes, putting his phone in his back pocket. "Are you about to patrol? It's a bit early."
Annie tries not to think about what Duncan said, or the thoughts it pulled up, but even with all the training and fighting. She's still Annie Edison, and he's still Jeff Winger. He knows she's upset without her saying a word.
"What's wrong? Duncan being a creep, by watching too closely?"
"No." She doesn't like that Jeff takes jabs at Duncan constantly, yes he's not the best Watcher ever, and yes sometimes he's creepy, but he's the only one she has.
"Then what?"
For a moment she wants to tell him, about how she feels like she's just a weapon, how she fears that this endless battle will consume her. How scared she is.
-but he's no longer just Jeff Winger, same as she's no longer just Annie Edison.
She's the slayer, and he's a vampire. Titles tacked onto their names without permission.
"It's nothing."
She doesn't tell him, she doesn't share, because she doesn't want to remind him or herself, of what they are. She'd rather play pretend, if only for a moment and only with him.
She looks him the eyes, the clear blue eyes that have yet to betray the monster that lurks behind them and waits for his response.
"Okay."
He likes to pretend too.