To Love Is To Bury: Kill Bill Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: To Love Is to Bury
Fandom: Kill Bill
Pairing: Bill/Budd
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied incest, references to violence, very mild language considering this is a Tarantino character.
Author’s Note: Written for slashthedrabble prompt #251: Empty
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
To Love Is To Bury
To love is to bury.
All of us have an empty grave waiting.
Me, Elle, Beatrix Kiddo.
To love Bill, to be loved by Bill is to be buried in that grave.
Did I ever tell you about Bill and me? We had the same father, different mothers. By the time I was born he was already an assassin. He said I love my baby brother, I’ll bring him into my world, and I’ll make him like me. Love leaves you no choice. I committed my first murder when I was still a baby faced virgin. I liked it too, why wouldn’t I? I’d been looking forward to it like Christmas since I was five years old.
I worshipped Bill, that’s the sort of love he needs. My brother will tell you I’m the only man he’s ever loved, which is bullshit. Bill’s had more mentors and father figures than I can count, but that’s not love to Bill. To love Bill is to be owned, to be one of Bill’s girls.
I was one of Bill’s girls. I was Bill’s best girl.
When my brother says I’m the only man he’s ever loved he means I’m the only man who’s ever been one of his girls. The only one named by him, trained to kill at his will, the only one who made their worship manifest in a hundred hits.
That’s what it is to be loved by Bill, to give up yourself, to let yourself be made by Bill. Elle did it, Bea did it. I did it too.
Some of us will die today, some of us tomorrow. All of us will die.
To be loved by Bill or to love Bill is to dig your own grave.
There’s an empty grave waiting for each of us.
Title: To Love Is to Bury
Fandom: Kill Bill
Pairing: Bill/Budd
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied incest, references to violence, very mild language considering this is a Tarantino character.
Author’s Note: Written for slashthedrabble prompt #251: Empty
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
To Love Is To Bury
To love is to bury.
All of us have an empty grave waiting.
Me, Elle, Beatrix Kiddo.
To love Bill, to be loved by Bill is to be buried in that grave.
Did I ever tell you about Bill and me? We had the same father, different mothers. By the time I was born he was already an assassin. He said I love my baby brother, I’ll bring him into my world, and I’ll make him like me. Love leaves you no choice. I committed my first murder when I was still a baby faced virgin. I liked it too, why wouldn’t I? I’d been looking forward to it like Christmas since I was five years old.
I worshipped Bill, that’s the sort of love he needs. My brother will tell you I’m the only man he’s ever loved, which is bullshit. Bill’s had more mentors and father figures than I can count, but that’s not love to Bill. To love Bill is to be owned, to be one of Bill’s girls.
I was one of Bill’s girls. I was Bill’s best girl.
When my brother says I’m the only man he’s ever loved he means I’m the only man who’s ever been one of his girls. The only one named by him, trained to kill at his will, the only one who made their worship manifest in a hundred hits.
That’s what it is to be loved by Bill, to give up yourself, to let yourself be made by Bill. Elle did it, Bea did it. I did it too.
Some of us will die today, some of us tomorrow. All of us will die.
To be loved by Bill or to love Bill is to dig your own grave.
There’s an empty grave waiting for each of us.