Dream 1 a_slayers_world
The walls were cavin' in as I ran and ran as fast as I could down the long corridor. Faster and faster, the walls were wicked close. Down, down, down.
And all of a sudden, they stopped. I was standin' in front of a tall iron gate in the middle of a rainy night. I opened the gate and stepped into the Sunnydale Cemetary.
"Daddy?" I called out, but no one answered. I continued walkin', searching hard for him in the darkest rain. "Daddy?!" I heard voices, hushed whispers comin' from the mausoleum ahead of me. I opened the door just a crack and listened closely.
"Faith's a disaster, I can't believe I wasted all that time using that filthy brat." I peeked in further to see who was talkin. The Mayor. My Father. The man I trusted. The man who promised me the world and everything in it. That man who used me. That man who put my life in jeopardy time and time again for his ascension.
"Sir, you've done a great job using Faith to get to the slayer. But what if she finds out?" A random vamp asked the back-stabbing bastard.
"No worries. I've got a plan." The two turned to walk towards the door and I backed up until I fell into a hole in the ground. I landed on my back with a painful thud and saw I was trapped in a coffin, well beneath the ground. I tried to stand up, but the pain in my back refused to let me move.
"Help! Somebody!" All of a sudden, there was a figure standin' six feet above me, starin' straight down at me. It was him. That snake, that no good son of a bitch!
"Aww, big, bad Faithy, crying? What's the matter, princess? Have you fallen and you can't get up?" He was holding a shovel in his hands.
"Why are you doing this to me?" One more time I tried to get back on my feet, only to fail and snap something else in my fragile back.
"Because I knew you'd fall for it. I knew you'd think that someone could actually love a trashy whore like yourself. If you ask me, I think you deserve it. I think deserved to have been stabbed by Buffy."
Stabbed? I don't remember being stabbed. I looked down and, to my horror, saw blood gushing out from my mid-section. Oh my God, he's right! He laughed and started shoveling dirt into the coffin I was paralyzed in.
"No!" I wailed. "Please, no!"
"That's right," he said. "Keep screaming. Keep thinking that someone's actually going to want to save you. Keep screaming til you die!" He continued to bury me while I screamed a the top of my frikkin' lungs. Until I could no longer breathe.
And all of a sudden, they stopped. I was standin' in front of a tall iron gate in the middle of a rainy night. I opened the gate and stepped into the Sunnydale Cemetary.
"Daddy?" I called out, but no one answered. I continued walkin', searching hard for him in the darkest rain. "Daddy?!" I heard voices, hushed whispers comin' from the mausoleum ahead of me. I opened the door just a crack and listened closely.
"Faith's a disaster, I can't believe I wasted all that time using that filthy brat." I peeked in further to see who was talkin. The Mayor. My Father. The man I trusted. The man who promised me the world and everything in it. That man who used me. That man who put my life in jeopardy time and time again for his ascension.
"Sir, you've done a great job using Faith to get to the slayer. But what if she finds out?" A random vamp asked the back-stabbing bastard.
"No worries. I've got a plan." The two turned to walk towards the door and I backed up until I fell into a hole in the ground. I landed on my back with a painful thud and saw I was trapped in a coffin, well beneath the ground. I tried to stand up, but the pain in my back refused to let me move.
"Help! Somebody!" All of a sudden, there was a figure standin' six feet above me, starin' straight down at me. It was him. That snake, that no good son of a bitch!
"Aww, big, bad Faithy, crying? What's the matter, princess? Have you fallen and you can't get up?" He was holding a shovel in his hands.
"Why are you doing this to me?" One more time I tried to get back on my feet, only to fail and snap something else in my fragile back.
"Because I knew you'd fall for it. I knew you'd think that someone could actually love a trashy whore like yourself. If you ask me, I think you deserve it. I think deserved to have been stabbed by Buffy."
Stabbed? I don't remember being stabbed. I looked down and, to my horror, saw blood gushing out from my mid-section. Oh my God, he's right! He laughed and started shoveling dirt into the coffin I was paralyzed in.
"No!" I wailed. "Please, no!"
"That's right," he said. "Keep screaming. Keep thinking that someone's actually going to want to save you. Keep screaming til you die!" He continued to bury me while I screamed a the top of my frikkin' lungs. Until I could no longer breathe.