Buffy/Trigun - Twilight (1/5)
Title: Twilight
Fandom: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Trigun animeverse
Disclaimer: They belong to Yasuhiro Nightow and Joss Whedon
Rating: PG-13
Original Publication: FF.net, November 2002 - February 2003
Summary: Something is killing the colonists in cold storage. And if Rem can't figure out what it is, the crew of Project SEEDS may be its next victims.
Note: The prequel to 'Night.' In a lot of ways, I like this piece more. I think the writing's tighter, I got to fool around a lot more with backstory (what did everyone do on that ship anyway?) and I learned to really like Rem. I also fooled around a bit more on the chapter breakdowns: less parts and they each get a title now. I'm still a little ambivalent on the climax - it has more than a touch of deus ex machnia to it - but overall, I've always been pleased with how it turned out.
Night:
Found here.
TWILIGHT
PROLOGUE: WHAT YOU ARE, WHAT'S TO COME
The First faces the edge of the cliff, tense and wary even at rest. The barest hint of danger, of wickedness and the First will attack.
She walks towards her across the desert plain, feet shuffling against grit and dirt, letting the First know she approaches. She comes within a dozen feet and stops, takes a breath. A look back to where she came from, as though to confirm her presence here. Sand as far as the eye can see and on the far horizon, dusty mountains without snow. Two suns hang low in the sky above her. That should be wrong but she cannot shake the feeling that it was always thus.
She thinks, There are no flowers here.
The First turns, eyes black as night piercing her to her very soul.
what is it you wish daughter The First’s lips do not move but she can hear the words all the same. She steps closer.
“It’s time.”
The First nods and crouches, scooping up wet clay in one rough, browned hand. yes it is are you ready
Sudden fear and she fights the urge to flee as the First moves towards her in a strange, loping gait. “No. Does it matter?”
no
The First takes clay on two fingers and begins painting the raven-haired woman’s face, yellow, brittle nails leaving feathered scratches on her cheek. The First’s touch is cool, yet it burns against her flesh. It is the most delicate of pleasures, the greatest of pains. It is life and death made one.
She wishes to scream, to escape, to deny but instead she leans further into the First’s hand, eyes closed in ecstasy...
***
Within her cryopod, Rem muttered and shifted but did not wake. Yet even within that deep, unnatural sleep, she knew that nothing would ever be the same.
END PROLOGUE
Fandom: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Trigun animeverse
Disclaimer: They belong to Yasuhiro Nightow and Joss Whedon
Rating: PG-13
Original Publication: FF.net, November 2002 - February 2003
Summary: Something is killing the colonists in cold storage. And if Rem can't figure out what it is, the crew of Project SEEDS may be its next victims.
Note: The prequel to 'Night.' In a lot of ways, I like this piece more. I think the writing's tighter, I got to fool around a lot more with backstory (what did everyone do on that ship anyway?) and I learned to really like Rem. I also fooled around a bit more on the chapter breakdowns: less parts and they each get a title now. I'm still a little ambivalent on the climax - it has more than a touch of deus ex machnia to it - but overall, I've always been pleased with how it turned out.
Night:
Found here.
TWILIGHT
PROLOGUE: WHAT YOU ARE, WHAT'S TO COME
The First faces the edge of the cliff, tense and wary even at rest. The barest hint of danger, of wickedness and the First will attack.
She walks towards her across the desert plain, feet shuffling against grit and dirt, letting the First know she approaches. She comes within a dozen feet and stops, takes a breath. A look back to where she came from, as though to confirm her presence here. Sand as far as the eye can see and on the far horizon, dusty mountains without snow. Two suns hang low in the sky above her. That should be wrong but she cannot shake the feeling that it was always thus.
She thinks, There are no flowers here.
The First turns, eyes black as night piercing her to her very soul.
what is it you wish daughter The First’s lips do not move but she can hear the words all the same. She steps closer.
“It’s time.”
The First nods and crouches, scooping up wet clay in one rough, browned hand. yes it is are you ready
Sudden fear and she fights the urge to flee as the First moves towards her in a strange, loping gait. “No. Does it matter?”
no
The First takes clay on two fingers and begins painting the raven-haired woman’s face, yellow, brittle nails leaving feathered scratches on her cheek. The First’s touch is cool, yet it burns against her flesh. It is the most delicate of pleasures, the greatest of pains. It is life and death made one.
She wishes to scream, to escape, to deny but instead she leans further into the First’s hand, eyes closed in ecstasy...
***
Within her cryopod, Rem muttered and shifted but did not wake. Yet even within that deep, unnatural sleep, she knew that nothing would ever be the same.
END PROLOGUE