You see, I'm a *mature* crazy person
My old follow-up sorta-meta-fanfic to this one.
Thanks to Liyirna the beta!
читать дальшеSo, I'm in love with the Slayer, right? How sick is that? And yet.
I mean, the girl's hot. Plus, spry, and, you know... hot.
Saved the world, too. I helped her once. Maybe I shouldn't have. I mean, that's where it started. That's why Dru left me. That's why I kept returning to Sunnydale and that's how I got the bloody chip in my head. Lots of funky stuff have happened since then and because of that. Me falling in love with the Slayer, for one thing. Me falling in with the Scooby gang, for another one. Did I mention the girl's hot? We have a history, me and her. And there was this heat between us. For me anyway. Always had a thing for slayers. They are cool. Challenge and all that. Even match. Never know if you're getting alive out of it. And I still don't know if I could have had her. For mortal enemies there was surprisingly little actual quality violence between us. I mean, sure she beat the crap out of me plenty of times after the bleeding chip got stuck up my brain, before that - not so much. The first one was good. I could have had her then. She was too young, too fresh, too inexperienced. Sorta glad I didn't. Or am I? Anyway. After that - a punch here, a kick there, nothing special. And then, oh yeah baby, that second time. Unforgettable. Exhilarating. All out. I lost though, but hey. It's not always about winning or losing. Sometimes it's just about the dance. And then yours deadly gets neutered. Uh, the misery. So I sorta kept ending up helping the Scoobies out. Not because I was so keen on it of course. Needed the money. And the release. And the girl's all, like, walking around, looking hot. Slaying left and right. And hot, too. I'm leaving the smart and the funny out coz that'd just sound so college-boy. But, yeah, the chick's all that, whole bloody package. Madness was pretty much bound to ensue. And ensue it did. So yeah, I helped them, and protected the nibblet and all that jazz.
And then she dies on me. She freaking dies on me. I guess that's when I knew - I mean, really knew - how much I cared for her, that I really loved her. How I missed her. How I kept having dreams about her. Nightmares, rather. It was unbearable. Red's brought her back with some kind of magic. But she came back wrong. Different, anyhow. You can see why, of course. What with the being torn out of heaven and all. And I wanted her to feel better. Tried to help. But she wouldn't let me. She is all about the normal, she doesn't understand that she's not normal. She's the Slayer, how does that make a gal normal? Tried to explain it to her, but she wouldn't take it. Girl's in total denial. I mean, c'mon! Who does she run to if things go sour? But no, can't let herself live the way she wants. Always needs to look back at her sodding Scoobies. Bloody stupid is what it is. And then she kissed me! She. Kissed. Me. Ran off at once, true, but! Moment of truth, you know? It was the truth day, after all. So she certainly did get my hopes up. And not only hopes. But the girl's mad, ain't she? All that running away doesn't change a bloody thing. And yet. I'd had a taste, I knew it could happen, I wanted her more than ever. So I make with the nice. Or pathetic, I should say. And, guess what? It worked! It worked alright, long enough for the smoochies to commence again but not long enough to scare the denial away for good. And again with the crawling, and the following, and the begging. Should get a bloody medal for that. And then it turns out I can hit her. Don't ask me how it went from begging to hitting. Love's a violent thing with us non-humans. Coz, hell yeah, she's no bloody human either. Knew she had that little demon in her somewhere. So we have this fight, right. Verbal, and physical. Said some nasty bits to her, I did. And, shockingly, that worked like a charm. Should have beat her up months ago. That girl's seriously twisted. Anyway, so she suddenly jumps, like, all over me, and next thing i know we're shagging like rabbits in this rathole of a place. She surprised me a great deal that night. She let the demon out, finally, and man, did it feel good, to finally have her, after all this time. And you'll never guess what happens next. That's right she runs off again. And then runs right back in a few hours' time. There was some wriggling after that too, figuratively speaking, but in the end - heh. But it's not all fluffy bunnies and rose petals, no sir. I mean, the sex was great, alright? Raw is the word, I guess. But she would say stuff. Nothing too pleasant for a man's ear. Talk about letting the demon out. No kidding. Kept coming back for more though. Or I did, and she wouldn't say no. How much more proof does one need, really? And it was going ok, more or less. Until she goes nuts over the soldier boy again, and dumps me. For real. Like gets a grip on herself or whatever, and just won't have none of me any more. The pain. Man, it was like that time when she died. But worse. Because there she was, all the time, within reach, but unreachable. I tried to, like, get on her nerves, at first, but couldn't. I hated hurting her, although exactly that made her come to me in the first place. She's been through so much, I just couldn't. It's twisted, man. And she wouldn't come to me. I thought she would, when the crazy would wear off, but she didn't. Took it into her head that she didn't want me. I know she does. And she knows. But she decided not to. How does that work? You don't just wake up one day and go, "Nope, I think that'd be all, thank you". Doesn't work that way. I thought we needed to talk, I thought I'd make it clear to her. I've tried. Like, really tried to explain. She wouldn't listen. Things got a little bit out of control. Suddenly, she is all about evil, and soulless, and thing. Hello? Saved your bloody ass how many times? Fought on your bloody side how many days? I'm not a thing. And I'm not evil. Not any more. Might be soulless, yeah. But that's fixable, ain't it?
Thanks to Liyirna the beta!
читать дальшеSo, I'm in love with the Slayer, right? How sick is that? And yet.
I mean, the girl's hot. Plus, spry, and, you know... hot.
Saved the world, too. I helped her once. Maybe I shouldn't have. I mean, that's where it started. That's why Dru left me. That's why I kept returning to Sunnydale and that's how I got the bloody chip in my head. Lots of funky stuff have happened since then and because of that. Me falling in love with the Slayer, for one thing. Me falling in with the Scooby gang, for another one. Did I mention the girl's hot? We have a history, me and her. And there was this heat between us. For me anyway. Always had a thing for slayers. They are cool. Challenge and all that. Even match. Never know if you're getting alive out of it. And I still don't know if I could have had her. For mortal enemies there was surprisingly little actual quality violence between us. I mean, sure she beat the crap out of me plenty of times after the bleeding chip got stuck up my brain, before that - not so much. The first one was good. I could have had her then. She was too young, too fresh, too inexperienced. Sorta glad I didn't. Or am I? Anyway. After that - a punch here, a kick there, nothing special. And then, oh yeah baby, that second time. Unforgettable. Exhilarating. All out. I lost though, but hey. It's not always about winning or losing. Sometimes it's just about the dance. And then yours deadly gets neutered. Uh, the misery. So I sorta kept ending up helping the Scoobies out. Not because I was so keen on it of course. Needed the money. And the release. And the girl's all, like, walking around, looking hot. Slaying left and right. And hot, too. I'm leaving the smart and the funny out coz that'd just sound so college-boy. But, yeah, the chick's all that, whole bloody package. Madness was pretty much bound to ensue. And ensue it did. So yeah, I helped them, and protected the nibblet and all that jazz.
And then she dies on me. She freaking dies on me. I guess that's when I knew - I mean, really knew - how much I cared for her, that I really loved her. How I missed her. How I kept having dreams about her. Nightmares, rather. It was unbearable. Red's brought her back with some kind of magic. But she came back wrong. Different, anyhow. You can see why, of course. What with the being torn out of heaven and all. And I wanted her to feel better. Tried to help. But she wouldn't let me. She is all about the normal, she doesn't understand that she's not normal. She's the Slayer, how does that make a gal normal? Tried to explain it to her, but she wouldn't take it. Girl's in total denial. I mean, c'mon! Who does she run to if things go sour? But no, can't let herself live the way she wants. Always needs to look back at her sodding Scoobies. Bloody stupid is what it is. And then she kissed me! She. Kissed. Me. Ran off at once, true, but! Moment of truth, you know? It was the truth day, after all. So she certainly did get my hopes up. And not only hopes. But the girl's mad, ain't she? All that running away doesn't change a bloody thing. And yet. I'd had a taste, I knew it could happen, I wanted her more than ever. So I make with the nice. Or pathetic, I should say. And, guess what? It worked! It worked alright, long enough for the smoochies to commence again but not long enough to scare the denial away for good. And again with the crawling, and the following, and the begging. Should get a bloody medal for that. And then it turns out I can hit her. Don't ask me how it went from begging to hitting. Love's a violent thing with us non-humans. Coz, hell yeah, she's no bloody human either. Knew she had that little demon in her somewhere. So we have this fight, right. Verbal, and physical. Said some nasty bits to her, I did. And, shockingly, that worked like a charm. Should have beat her up months ago. That girl's seriously twisted. Anyway, so she suddenly jumps, like, all over me, and next thing i know we're shagging like rabbits in this rathole of a place. She surprised me a great deal that night. She let the demon out, finally, and man, did it feel good, to finally have her, after all this time. And you'll never guess what happens next. That's right she runs off again. And then runs right back in a few hours' time. There was some wriggling after that too, figuratively speaking, but in the end - heh. But it's not all fluffy bunnies and rose petals, no sir. I mean, the sex was great, alright? Raw is the word, I guess. But she would say stuff. Nothing too pleasant for a man's ear. Talk about letting the demon out. No kidding. Kept coming back for more though. Or I did, and she wouldn't say no. How much more proof does one need, really? And it was going ok, more or less. Until she goes nuts over the soldier boy again, and dumps me. For real. Like gets a grip on herself or whatever, and just won't have none of me any more. The pain. Man, it was like that time when she died. But worse. Because there she was, all the time, within reach, but unreachable. I tried to, like, get on her nerves, at first, but couldn't. I hated hurting her, although exactly that made her come to me in the first place. She's been through so much, I just couldn't. It's twisted, man. And she wouldn't come to me. I thought she would, when the crazy would wear off, but she didn't. Took it into her head that she didn't want me. I know she does. And she knows. But she decided not to. How does that work? You don't just wake up one day and go, "Nope, I think that'd be all, thank you". Doesn't work that way. I thought we needed to talk, I thought I'd make it clear to her. I've tried. Like, really tried to explain. She wouldn't listen. Things got a little bit out of control. Suddenly, she is all about evil, and soulless, and thing. Hello? Saved your bloody ass how many times? Fought on your bloody side how many days? I'm not a thing. And I'm not evil. Not any more. Might be soulless, yeah. But that's fixable, ain't it?
@темы: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, fanfiction
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