[Theatrical Muse: Not the person I knew]
Talk about the time that you realised that someone close to you was not the person you thought you knew.
I thought he was dead.
Of course, technically, he still is. But also not, y’know. Undead. Infected. However y’want to call it.
Harth. My brother. If I started now on our childhood together, the stuff we did together, how I remember him, who he was, I’d never stop. I looked out for him. Took care of him. I loved him. I lived for him. Then he died. We were fifteen.
I sometimes wish I could say some toy about a part of me died as well, but that’s not me. I dealt with it. Not very well, sure. Did some stuff I probably ought’a regret. If y’know, I was inta the whole regret thing. But after four years, I was starting to get used to bein’ on my own. Movin’ on, gettin’ a job, all that toy. Then, I find out I’m the Slayer and two days after that I’m face to face with my dead twin brother. Big week, all told.
My brother, lookin’ exactly like he did when he died. And the things he said, the threats he made, the promises.
“Everyone you love will die screaming”
I kept telling myself that he was only sayin’ these things because he was infected: because he was a lurk. My brother, the Harth I grew up with, he would never say those things. Never take the delight I saw in his eyes when he hurt me.
Kept tellin’ myself it was the demon speaking. Hafta tell myself that. My brother never chose to become a vampire. Would never mean what that monster was saying with his mouth.
My brother is dead. He still is. I have to tell myself that, or I’ll go insane.
Muse: Melaka Fray
Fandom: Joss Whedon’s Fray
Word Count: 284
I thought he was dead.
Of course, technically, he still is. But also not, y’know. Undead. Infected. However y’want to call it.
Harth. My brother. If I started now on our childhood together, the stuff we did together, how I remember him, who he was, I’d never stop. I looked out for him. Took care of him. I loved him. I lived for him. Then he died. We were fifteen.
I sometimes wish I could say some toy about a part of me died as well, but that’s not me. I dealt with it. Not very well, sure. Did some stuff I probably ought’a regret. If y’know, I was inta the whole regret thing. But after four years, I was starting to get used to bein’ on my own. Movin’ on, gettin’ a job, all that toy. Then, I find out I’m the Slayer and two days after that I’m face to face with my dead twin brother. Big week, all told.
My brother, lookin’ exactly like he did when he died. And the things he said, the threats he made, the promises.
“Everyone you love will die screaming”
I kept telling myself that he was only sayin’ these things because he was infected: because he was a lurk. My brother, the Harth I grew up with, he would never say those things. Never take the delight I saw in his eyes when he hurt me.
Kept tellin’ myself it was the demon speaking. Hafta tell myself that. My brother never chose to become a vampire. Would never mean what that monster was saying with his mouth.
My brother is dead. He still is. I have to tell myself that, or I’ll go insane.
Muse: Melaka Fray
Fandom: Joss Whedon’s Fray
Word Count: 284