Fic: NeverBuffyMore
Title: NeverBuffyMore
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairings and Characters: The Main Characters and Ships of "Once More With Feeling" (episode 6x07)
Rating: G
Word Count: approx. 699
Summary: “Once More With Feeling,” as told in the style of Poe’s “The Raven," one stanza per song. (Plus bonus haikus, because I REALLY couldn’t resist.)
A/N: So I’ve been working on this poem (off and on) for over seven years, which I note mostly because I think it’s funny that it took the less time for the entire show to air as it took me to turn the plot of a single episode (albeit an utterly brilliant single episode, imo) into a relatively short poem. Whatever, it is DONE. And if only because it amused me, I think it was totally worth every second I have spent on it when I began writing on October 29, 2006.
Once upon a midnight, slaying, while she wandered, mind a-fraying
O’er her recent tearing through her graven earthly ceiling
Suddenly her voice came singing, through her throat a tune came ringing
As of someone hoping, clinging, avoiding all issues with dealing
Going through the motions, winging, trying to remember dealing
Afraid, she cried, of never feeling
Ah, confused, the Scoobies pondered, which big bad this time had wandered
To their frightful town: demons, witches, Faith done healing?
Anya then suggested bunny, this the Scoobies found quite funny
Any new idea so sunny- sunny rabbits seemed appealing
Nothing they couldn’t face together, though death may be unappealing
She’d faced it twice, last time with feeling
Two escaped the meeting, laughing, pair of witches, fingers flashing
With bright fireworks they sent their rainbow magicks reeling
Tara professed her elation, she made plain her adoration
Under Willow’s spell- salvation! Salvation, and love a-wheeling
Through her very heart a-wheeling
O, to know so charmed a feeling
Ere the dawn, the very next, a second pair woke rather vexed-
Anya’s kinda hairy toes had left a certain someone squealing
“Hey,” she cried, in her retort, “who leans on Buffy for support?
And his attention span is short- in short, what‘s Beady Eyes concealing?”
He wondered if she’d stay stalwart, if vengeance still she was concealing
Thanked God they’d never share this feeling
Buffy journeyed to Spike’s crypt, asked him to solve their tuneful script
A score that within minutes had left vampire to Slayer kneeling
He begged she let him R.I.P., leave him alone and let him be
Unless she’d love him, let him be, he wasn’t there to hear her spieling
Her secret, shameful, selfish spieling
He couldn’t stand this restless feeling
Far away and feeling reckless, Dawn unearthed her newest necklace
Wondered if her friends and family even cared that she was stealing
Then occurred theft unforeseen, for demon Sweet had wished a queen
Though of a tender age- fifteen- he kidnapped her, planned no repealing
He learned her sister was the Slayer; he knew there would be no repealing
He knew she’d dance- he had a feeling
Giles came in, right on cue, prepared to act as Watchers do
Moving fast to train his Slayer, he craved cups of hot Darjeeling
She would not hear the tune he hummed, his desperate plea for hero numbed
Though leaving her would leave him bummed, he set a plan to speed her healing
As Tara found her memory plumbed, removed by Will to speed her healing
They had to leave; they loathed the feeling
Spike soon arrived, henchman in tow, who relayed Sweet’s demand: a show
To save Dawn, Sweet would make the Slayer dance in flames ‘til skin was peeling
Buffy asked for help but friends declined, so she set out alone, maligned
They’d hoped a will to fight she’d find, if on her own she was sent reeling
Yet fast the Scoobies changed their mind, they couldn’t leave their best friend reeling
They walked through fire; she walked, unfeeling
To fight Sweet, she launched into song, but lyrics revealed what friends got wrong
So, helplessly, the Scoobies learned what secrets Buffy’d been concealing
In death the Slayer found a chance, for she’d seen heaven- just one glance
They’d brought her back and broke her trance, she couldn’t return, and now revealing
She ignited, she’d burn, while lost in dance, no will to live was she revealing
‘Til Spike grabbed her- stopped her- he knew that feeling
The vampire shared a secret, too: that to live is merely to bear through
That feeling would return with time, though living might seem unappealing
With Sweet’s song sung, he’d disappear; the gang’s new victory just a thin veneer
Each still afraid, with others near, to wonder in what finale the story’s sealing
Buffy hoped her emotions would reappear, her lips and Spike’s in kisses sealing
Once more, she’ll live- perhaps with feeling
BONUS HAIKUS
I.
Hotdog-eating won’t
Cause me ongoing woe; they
Got the mustard out
II.
Today is the worst
There hadn’t been a hydrant
When I parked my car
III.
Little pale monster
Who is it that you follow
Singing out “Grr Argh?”
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairings and Characters: The Main Characters and Ships of "Once More With Feeling" (episode 6x07)
Rating: G
Word Count: approx. 699
Summary: “Once More With Feeling,” as told in the style of Poe’s “The Raven," one stanza per song. (Plus bonus haikus, because I REALLY couldn’t resist.)
A/N: So I’ve been working on this poem (off and on) for over seven years, which I note mostly because I think it’s funny that it took the less time for the entire show to air as it took me to turn the plot of a single episode (albeit an utterly brilliant single episode, imo) into a relatively short poem. Whatever, it is DONE. And if only because it amused me, I think it was totally worth every second I have spent on it when I began writing on October 29, 2006.
Once upon a midnight, slaying, while she wandered, mind a-fraying
O’er her recent tearing through her graven earthly ceiling
Suddenly her voice came singing, through her throat a tune came ringing
As of someone hoping, clinging, avoiding all issues with dealing
Going through the motions, winging, trying to remember dealing
Afraid, she cried, of never feeling
Ah, confused, the Scoobies pondered, which big bad this time had wandered
To their frightful town: demons, witches, Faith done healing?
Anya then suggested bunny, this the Scoobies found quite funny
Any new idea so sunny- sunny rabbits seemed appealing
Nothing they couldn’t face together, though death may be unappealing
She’d faced it twice, last time with feeling
Two escaped the meeting, laughing, pair of witches, fingers flashing
With bright fireworks they sent their rainbow magicks reeling
Tara professed her elation, she made plain her adoration
Under Willow’s spell- salvation! Salvation, and love a-wheeling
Through her very heart a-wheeling
O, to know so charmed a feeling
Ere the dawn, the very next, a second pair woke rather vexed-
Anya’s kinda hairy toes had left a certain someone squealing
“Hey,” she cried, in her retort, “who leans on Buffy for support?
And his attention span is short- in short, what‘s Beady Eyes concealing?”
He wondered if she’d stay stalwart, if vengeance still she was concealing
Thanked God they’d never share this feeling
Buffy journeyed to Spike’s crypt, asked him to solve their tuneful script
A score that within minutes had left vampire to Slayer kneeling
He begged she let him R.I.P., leave him alone and let him be
Unless she’d love him, let him be, he wasn’t there to hear her spieling
Her secret, shameful, selfish spieling
He couldn’t stand this restless feeling
Far away and feeling reckless, Dawn unearthed her newest necklace
Wondered if her friends and family even cared that she was stealing
Then occurred theft unforeseen, for demon Sweet had wished a queen
Though of a tender age- fifteen- he kidnapped her, planned no repealing
He learned her sister was the Slayer; he knew there would be no repealing
He knew she’d dance- he had a feeling
Giles came in, right on cue, prepared to act as Watchers do
Moving fast to train his Slayer, he craved cups of hot Darjeeling
She would not hear the tune he hummed, his desperate plea for hero numbed
Though leaving her would leave him bummed, he set a plan to speed her healing
As Tara found her memory plumbed, removed by Will to speed her healing
They had to leave; they loathed the feeling
Spike soon arrived, henchman in tow, who relayed Sweet’s demand: a show
To save Dawn, Sweet would make the Slayer dance in flames ‘til skin was peeling
Buffy asked for help but friends declined, so she set out alone, maligned
They’d hoped a will to fight she’d find, if on her own she was sent reeling
Yet fast the Scoobies changed their mind, they couldn’t leave their best friend reeling
They walked through fire; she walked, unfeeling
To fight Sweet, she launched into song, but lyrics revealed what friends got wrong
So, helplessly, the Scoobies learned what secrets Buffy’d been concealing
In death the Slayer found a chance, for she’d seen heaven- just one glance
They’d brought her back and broke her trance, she couldn’t return, and now revealing
She ignited, she’d burn, while lost in dance, no will to live was she revealing
‘Til Spike grabbed her- stopped her- he knew that feeling
The vampire shared a secret, too: that to live is merely to bear through
That feeling would return with time, though living might seem unappealing
With Sweet’s song sung, he’d disappear; the gang’s new victory just a thin veneer
Each still afraid, with others near, to wonder in what finale the story’s sealing
Buffy hoped her emotions would reappear, her lips and Spike’s in kisses sealing
Once more, she’ll live- perhaps with feeling
BONUS HAIKUS
I.
Hotdog-eating won’t
Cause me ongoing woe; they
Got the mustard out
II.
Today is the worst
There hadn’t been a hydrant
When I parked my car
III.
Little pale monster
Who is it that you follow
Singing out “Grr Argh?”