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The Violence of Existing
By : Maren
Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy
Views: 3498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1Disclaimer: I do not own AtS or BtVS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Email: marenfic@yahoo.com
Feedback: Please!!!A/N: Italics
generally indicate direct thoughts of characters. The first set of italics in this chapter
represents a dream.**********
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It was dark, but the
dark wasn’t scary—it was welcoming. It
allowed her a certain anonymity, provided her with a small measure of comfort
that was otherwise missing in her life (Life? Is that what this was?)She swam through the
darkness, not needing to breathe, not needing to see. She allowed herself to feel the tactile
stimulation of the thick darkness washing across her skin and it was a balm for
her weary soul.Suddenly, a bright,
unrelenting light appeared in front of her in the distance. She tried to turn, tried to avoid it, but the
light was a beacon and her soul was drawn to it as though it were home. It took all of her strength, all of her
determination, to stop at the threshold between light and dark, balancing just
behind the curtain of darkness as though she were looking through a thin veil
of clear, clean water to the side of light.The woman in front of
her was familiar. Blonde. Hazel-green eyes. Tanned skin and short flowery skirt.“Buffy,” she said to
the woman basking in the light.“Slayer,” Buffy
replied, her voice tinged with a sadness and longing that the Slayer couldn’t
quite understand.The Slayer waited in
silence. She hadn’t wanted to come.“It’s your turn now,”
Buffy said, her eyes boring into the Slayer’s.“I know,” the Slayer
answered.Buffy reached out one
of her manicured hands to touch the barrier that separated her light from the
dark that still encased the Slayer. She
let the darkness flow over her hand for a moment before snatching it back to
her side, quickly as though the darkness had burned.“I had to touch the
darkness to survive,” Buffy said, mournfully.“I am the darkness,”
said the Slayer.“Someday, you will
have to be the one to reach out,” Buffy informed her.“Touch the light? I wouldn’t know how,” the Slayer said
dismissively.“If you forget me,
you’ll never find the light, you’ll never find the balance,” Buffy warned.And then the barrier was
receding, Buffy was fading into the distance, and the calming darkness
surrounded her once again. No more
light.It was a relief.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The slayer slowly opened her eyes to see a light only a
little less brilliant, a little less blinding than that in her dream. She was lying on her back and she quickly
discovered that she was being held there with restraints around her wrists,
waist, ankleskles. She slowly turned her
head to the side, partly to see what she could of her surroundings, and partly
to avoid the glaring overhead lights.She was in a stark white room. It reminded her of the Initiative containment
cells, but from what she could see there wasn’t a glass wall.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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