Post by Goddessa39 on Jan 1, 2005 14:27:25 GMT -5
Slayer Sister
Post-'The Gift'
Dawn's POV poem after Buffy's death.
www.fanfiction.net/s/1952064/1/
Little Sister
Buffy left a poem behind for her sister. Kinda BA-ish.
www.fanfiction.net/s/1950992/1/
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What If, I Wonder
Poem. Buffy or Angel think back on the past. Short. BA for me, but can be anything really.
www.fanfiction.net/s/1954874/1/
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3/24/05
Title: Long Day on the Road
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fics.
Pairings: B/A. None. Etc.
Rated: PG ish.
Crossovers: Many.
Summary: Drabbles as Buffy goes from cannon to cannon. AU ‘Lady Vengeance.’<br>
Genres: Angst. Humor. AU. Etc.
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Post-Chosen Fearless
She didn’t think she would ruin two shirts in the same week by two different demons. She cleaned herself up after outing on a new shirt and going shopping. Two malls, 3 shopping centers, and 4 different alley blocks of stands later, she was finally refreshed. But the demon had still ruined one of her favorite shirts.
As she was going through the park in New York, she heard some noise and went to investigate. It turned out that a woman five men were drugging a blonde girl like herself and taking her away. A boy about the same age, not quite 18, was on the ground. She could hear the heartbeat, but knew he was out cold.
After following the black van (how cliché) she eventually got the information that they were going to take the girl to Rainhill. Next thing you know, the girl is going crazy in a girly outfit that the slayer just knew she would never be caught dead in, and her boyfriend is trying to find out what’s wrong. 3 days after that, the government is out looking for her, and the Council is trying to catch her tail.
Whoever said that fearlessness was the way to go had it al wrong, and the new slayer next to her new as well. “So Gaia, when do you think they’ll track us down?” She asked. Miss Moore shrugged, the laptop already on her lap.
“I don’t know Annel. When do you think we’ll want them too?”<br>
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Pre-Buffy’s rebirth HP
She rapped on the door and a sound that echoed could be heard. Whatever was there was like a cave. Scratch that, it was a cave. In fact, it was a number of tumulus caves.’<br>
She looked around at all the gold and glory and things from the past. After about an hour, she got bored and decided to play. Dress up was one of her favorites even after all the years. It held so many memories…
She decided to go with one of the centuries in the past where she slept. Methos had told her that he had stores things like clothing and music from the centuries that she slept in her vault here. She had thanked him but now wondered about the goblin things. She knew they weren’t evil. The magic underneath their grasps holding the whole place together was felt like an ancient’s quickening.
She tried a dress on with an eerie look to an old one she wore when she was about 2000 or so. She didn’t remember much about her life before insanity except for a sound and some dreams of the fountain of youth and some running on the lawn.
Her and Anleum had always raced with some of the other children there. But that was long ago. She tried clothes on from a past she didn’t experience and wondered when one of the goblin guys would come rescue her. She was due Dumbledore a visit every hundred years or so. He was one of the many (mean greats) grand child after all. And she still believed that he looked like Methos’s oldest son even after all of these years…<br>
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Right after her dive in ‘The Gift.’ SGC
When she fell through the portal, she didn’t know where she would end up. But she recognized the army signs and knew the government were working there like you knew when you had a bug bite. And she wasn’t in denial.
Her leg was broken and she was weak. Her chest heaved and her heart still beat despite the fact that she was nearly bloodless and should definitely had just died. She thought she would, for once in her god-forsaken life, get to rest in peace or get to hell and not have to think of it anymore.
But this wasn’t the case as a familiar demon stepped through the portal as well, but she didn’t have the energy or strength to groan. She saw the familiar man in the back and gave he last breath to let the small smile and giggle of the girl she hadn’t been in millions of years out. But he never saw that in her. He brought it out in his daughters though.
With that the slayer finally died. There was no trace of lightning or quickening anymore. It faded into existence as her soul left this plane with one last prayer for her Angel. She went away as her old friend, the last of the Apocalypse, brought her body to Ireland where it was to be buried. He didn’t tell her friends in Sunnydale that it was a double but he went to that funeral as well and was there when thousands of demons showed up in the distance to praise the final death of the one who had killed all that stood before her except the one thing that snapped her sister’s neck.
In hell, that was one of two sounds that she heard. But she went to heaven where she belonged. An Angel cried.
3 months later she was back to living and pretending to be normal when all she wanted to do was go to the desert and die…<br>
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Post-'The Gift'
Dawn's POV poem after Buffy's death.
www.fanfiction.net/s/1952064/1/
Little Sister
Buffy left a poem behind for her sister. Kinda BA-ish.
www.fanfiction.net/s/1950992/1/
.............................
What If, I Wonder
Poem. Buffy or Angel think back on the past. Short. BA for me, but can be anything really.
www.fanfiction.net/s/1954874/1/
.............................
3/24/05
Title: Long Day on the Road
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fics.
Pairings: B/A. None. Etc.
Rated: PG ish.
Crossovers: Many.
Summary: Drabbles as Buffy goes from cannon to cannon. AU ‘Lady Vengeance.’<br>
Genres: Angst. Humor. AU. Etc.
…………………………
Post-Chosen Fearless
She didn’t think she would ruin two shirts in the same week by two different demons. She cleaned herself up after outing on a new shirt and going shopping. Two malls, 3 shopping centers, and 4 different alley blocks of stands later, she was finally refreshed. But the demon had still ruined one of her favorite shirts.
As she was going through the park in New York, she heard some noise and went to investigate. It turned out that a woman five men were drugging a blonde girl like herself and taking her away. A boy about the same age, not quite 18, was on the ground. She could hear the heartbeat, but knew he was out cold.
After following the black van (how cliché) she eventually got the information that they were going to take the girl to Rainhill. Next thing you know, the girl is going crazy in a girly outfit that the slayer just knew she would never be caught dead in, and her boyfriend is trying to find out what’s wrong. 3 days after that, the government is out looking for her, and the Council is trying to catch her tail.
Whoever said that fearlessness was the way to go had it al wrong, and the new slayer next to her new as well. “So Gaia, when do you think they’ll track us down?” She asked. Miss Moore shrugged, the laptop already on her lap.
“I don’t know Annel. When do you think we’ll want them too?”<br>
……………………….
Pre-Buffy’s rebirth HP
She rapped on the door and a sound that echoed could be heard. Whatever was there was like a cave. Scratch that, it was a cave. In fact, it was a number of tumulus caves.’<br>
She looked around at all the gold and glory and things from the past. After about an hour, she got bored and decided to play. Dress up was one of her favorites even after all the years. It held so many memories…
She decided to go with one of the centuries in the past where she slept. Methos had told her that he had stores things like clothing and music from the centuries that she slept in her vault here. She had thanked him but now wondered about the goblin things. She knew they weren’t evil. The magic underneath their grasps holding the whole place together was felt like an ancient’s quickening.
She tried a dress on with an eerie look to an old one she wore when she was about 2000 or so. She didn’t remember much about her life before insanity except for a sound and some dreams of the fountain of youth and some running on the lawn.
Her and Anleum had always raced with some of the other children there. But that was long ago. She tried clothes on from a past she didn’t experience and wondered when one of the goblin guys would come rescue her. She was due Dumbledore a visit every hundred years or so. He was one of the many (mean greats) grand child after all. And she still believed that he looked like Methos’s oldest son even after all of these years…<br>
…………………………
Right after her dive in ‘The Gift.’ SGC
When she fell through the portal, she didn’t know where she would end up. But she recognized the army signs and knew the government were working there like you knew when you had a bug bite. And she wasn’t in denial.
Her leg was broken and she was weak. Her chest heaved and her heart still beat despite the fact that she was nearly bloodless and should definitely had just died. She thought she would, for once in her god-forsaken life, get to rest in peace or get to hell and not have to think of it anymore.
But this wasn’t the case as a familiar demon stepped through the portal as well, but she didn’t have the energy or strength to groan. She saw the familiar man in the back and gave he last breath to let the small smile and giggle of the girl she hadn’t been in millions of years out. But he never saw that in her. He brought it out in his daughters though.
With that the slayer finally died. There was no trace of lightning or quickening anymore. It faded into existence as her soul left this plane with one last prayer for her Angel. She went away as her old friend, the last of the Apocalypse, brought her body to Ireland where it was to be buried. He didn’t tell her friends in Sunnydale that it was a double but he went to that funeral as well and was there when thousands of demons showed up in the distance to praise the final death of the one who had killed all that stood before her except the one thing that snapped her sister’s neck.
In hell, that was one of two sounds that she heard. But she went to heaven where she belonged. An Angel cried.
3 months later she was back to living and pretending to be normal when all she wanted to do was go to the desert and die…<br>
……………………………………