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whattingawhat) wrote2009-01-30 02:26 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2009-01-30 02:26 pm
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Follows Part I, Part II, and Part III and Part VI
. "What the fuck have you done lately?"
| Wanted
Buffy was in the bath tub until the water went cold. She scrubbed her skin pink and clean then her hair until it smelled like vanilla instead of blood and ash. She submerged herself underneath the water one more time then slipped out of the bath. She wrapped her body in a white towel and stared at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look like herself, skin bruised and stretched too tight over her face. The vampire bite was still livid against her skin, barely healed. She hadn’t been alive long enough for her healing to kick in. She looked down at her left wrist to see the same sort of bite, neat and deep. Absently she wondered if it would scar. Not that it would matter. Her neck is already scarred and she can buy a bracelet to cover the bite on her wrist.
She combed through her hair, drying it with a hair dryer. She skipped makeup because she’d have to pile it on to cover the bruises of varying shades scattered across her face. There was a black eye and a dark one along her jaw. Once her hair was dry, she took the curling iron and meticulously did her hair in loose, bouncy curls.
The only thing left to do was get dressed. She put on a pair of black jeans and a soft, white, long-sleeved tee shirt along with a big, silver cross before padding into the living room. She smiled slightly at Danny then looked to Willow.
“That little bitch still has my scythe.”
And by killing her, she’s just made her stronger.
. "What the fuck have you done lately?"
| Wanted
Buffy was in the bath tub until the water went cold. She scrubbed her skin pink and clean then her hair until it smelled like vanilla instead of blood and ash. She submerged herself underneath the water one more time then slipped out of the bath. She wrapped her body in a white towel and stared at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look like herself, skin bruised and stretched too tight over her face. The vampire bite was still livid against her skin, barely healed. She hadn’t been alive long enough for her healing to kick in. She looked down at her left wrist to see the same sort of bite, neat and deep. Absently she wondered if it would scar. Not that it would matter. Her neck is already scarred and she can buy a bracelet to cover the bite on her wrist.
She combed through her hair, drying it with a hair dryer. She skipped makeup because she’d have to pile it on to cover the bruises of varying shades scattered across her face. There was a black eye and a dark one along her jaw. Once her hair was dry, she took the curling iron and meticulously did her hair in loose, bouncy curls.
The only thing left to do was get dressed. She put on a pair of black jeans and a soft, white, long-sleeved tee shirt along with a big, silver cross before padding into the living room. She smiled slightly at Danny then looked to Willow.
“That little bitch still has my scythe.”
And by killing her, she’s just made her stronger.