Who woulda thought..?
Ok, never thought I'd do this but it just happened. I wrote some drabbles. Yeah me, the chick who can't stick to a word-limit if the world depends on it. Oh well, miracles happen....
Anyway. They are all of the "What if..." kind. And maybe a bit morbid? Dunno, it was fun making the characters suffer ;-)
It was horrible, gruesome and completely unheard of. Drained humans, sure; that was part of daily life in Sunnydale. The choice of victims could be explained; a vampire who had a weird fetish for the old, the weak, the comatose, the newborn. One could dismiss that all of them had been tied up before they were killed. The duct-tape though, that couldn't be explained away as easily. Their very own chipped house-guest had agreed that vampires preferred to take their blood from living victims. So why would this one suffocate them beforehand by covering their mouths and noses with tape.
Buffy, Slayer. He didn't know whether to try and comfort her or to kill her for allowing for this to happen.
Never had he felt as helpless as while standing in the open doorway of Revello Drive earlier, beating the invisible barrier until his hands bleed - forced to the wrath of a god. Tired of waiting for her key, Glory had decided to teach the Slayer a lesson. And he had been there, outside, unable to help because an insecure little girl felt a chipped vampire in love with her was a greater threat than an un-chipped one who hated her.
Staring at the simple gravestone in front of her she tried to understand. She had been wrong.
"I Buffy Summers, Vampire Slayer - was wrong. Don't you just love to hear that? Complete and utterly wrong. And I killed you for it, for him. Murdered you because I believed - in souls and goodness and love and trust and forever. All the things you had already given up on. And now I'm a murderer - and alone. What does that make of me? Of you? I'm wrong, so I guess that means you were right.
You hear me Faith? You were right! I'm sorry."
Guilt was slowly killing him from the inside. It had been supposed to be harmless, bring some fun and music in their lives. It had cost them one of their own.
He had withdrawn from the others, unable to look into their trusting faces. Willow wanted to share her grief. Anya was trying to understand. Giles was still looking for ways to get her back. Tara was all that held Willow upright. Buffy? Buffy spend most of her time drunk at Spike's crypt. So much so that even the vampire had come to them for help.
He had destroyed them.
She would never forget his screams, their screams. Hers were horrible; but his, his were her own private hell. She had though she wanted revenge. Not like this though, never like this. The others had warned her about the magic, had said not to use it while upset. Emotions can influence your spells -Giles had told her that. She had though she knew better; had though herself so clever. She was in control, what could possible go wrong? Everything! Too much energy, voices in her head, the emotions, the hate.
And the wolves had burned, she could still hear their screams.
Ohh lookie, another one.
He had known she would hate him. Just hadn't expected it to last. Had thought she'd understand he'd had no choice.
But she wasn't the Slayer now, just a sister. Reality didn't matter while grieving. He'd known that once; had taken on three of the most dangerous vampires with nothing but a torch and a grieving heart. How could he expect forgiveness for destroying what was left of her family? How could he expect her to put the world first - again? No, he'd have to accept that in the eyes of his Slayer he was forever the monster - not the saviour.
And one more. Not really sure about this one but whatever.
The world was ending and he could only watch in horror. They had said he'd play a role in the last apocalypse. Proud to be given such an important job, he had assumed he was meant to fight. Never would he have expected this. It had never been about him. He should have been teaching the Destroyer. They had lost the second he sealed that deal years ago. A normal life, it had sounded like such a great idea. The key-player was unprepared! Now that normal life meant death - death and the end of the world. Wolfram and Hard you win.
If you can think of any similar situations or a "What if..." with consequences - I'm still in the mood....
Anyway. They are all of the "What if..." kind. And maybe a bit morbid? Dunno, it was fun making the characters suffer ;-)
It was horrible, gruesome and completely unheard of. Drained humans, sure; that was part of daily life in Sunnydale. The choice of victims could be explained; a vampire who had a weird fetish for the old, the weak, the comatose, the newborn. One could dismiss that all of them had been tied up before they were killed. The duct-tape though, that couldn't be explained away as easily. Their very own chipped house-guest had agreed that vampires preferred to take their blood from living victims. So why would this one suffocate them beforehand by covering their mouths and noses with tape.
Buffy, Slayer. He didn't know whether to try and comfort her or to kill her for allowing for this to happen.
Never had he felt as helpless as while standing in the open doorway of Revello Drive earlier, beating the invisible barrier until his hands bleed - forced to the wrath of a god. Tired of waiting for her key, Glory had decided to teach the Slayer a lesson. And he had been there, outside, unable to help because an insecure little girl felt a chipped vampire in love with her was a greater threat than an un-chipped one who hated her.
Staring at the simple gravestone in front of her she tried to understand. She had been wrong.
"I Buffy Summers, Vampire Slayer - was wrong. Don't you just love to hear that? Complete and utterly wrong. And I killed you for it, for him. Murdered you because I believed - in souls and goodness and love and trust and forever. All the things you had already given up on. And now I'm a murderer - and alone. What does that make of me? Of you? I'm wrong, so I guess that means you were right.
You hear me Faith? You were right! I'm sorry."
Guilt was slowly killing him from the inside. It had been supposed to be harmless, bring some fun and music in their lives. It had cost them one of their own.
He had withdrawn from the others, unable to look into their trusting faces. Willow wanted to share her grief. Anya was trying to understand. Giles was still looking for ways to get her back. Tara was all that held Willow upright. Buffy? Buffy spend most of her time drunk at Spike's crypt. So much so that even the vampire had come to them for help.
He had destroyed them.
She would never forget his screams, their screams. Hers were horrible; but his, his were her own private hell. She had though she wanted revenge. Not like this though, never like this. The others had warned her about the magic, had said not to use it while upset. Emotions can influence your spells -Giles had told her that. She had though she knew better; had though herself so clever. She was in control, what could possible go wrong? Everything! Too much energy, voices in her head, the emotions, the hate.
And the wolves had burned, she could still hear their screams.
Ohh lookie, another one.
He had known she would hate him. Just hadn't expected it to last. Had thought she'd understand he'd had no choice.
But she wasn't the Slayer now, just a sister. Reality didn't matter while grieving. He'd known that once; had taken on three of the most dangerous vampires with nothing but a torch and a grieving heart. How could he expect forgiveness for destroying what was left of her family? How could he expect her to put the world first - again? No, he'd have to accept that in the eyes of his Slayer he was forever the monster - not the saviour.
And one more. Not really sure about this one but whatever.
The world was ending and he could only watch in horror. They had said he'd play a role in the last apocalypse. Proud to be given such an important job, he had assumed he was meant to fight. Never would he have expected this. It had never been about him. He should have been teaching the Destroyer. They had lost the second he sealed that deal years ago. A normal life, it had sounded like such a great idea. The key-player was unprepared! Now that normal life meant death - death and the end of the world. Wolfram and Hard you win.
If you can think of any similar situations or a "What if..." with consequences - I'm still in the mood....