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musewrite Prompt Set 16
4/9/12 20:52Trap
She was a slayer. More than that, she was the slayer. She remembered a life when the words “only girl” meant something. Regrets, decisions made in a time of war and living with them were a whole other waxy ball that didn’t matter anymore. She couldn’t undo anything and no amount of want or should was going to change that.
She had other things to be concerned with, things closer to home, heart and her. Buffy had accepted that she wasn’t ever going to have a normal life. There hadn’t been a big realization, no moment with swelling music, excellent lighting and sweeping camera angels. It was a point a that had been hammered into her blow by blow since she was sixteen.
Except
Except she’d had a normal life, hadn’t she? Okay, sure it was just her body and eventually she’d been corrupted to the dark side, lured by cookies and pink streaks in her hair, but she’d had a normal life for a few months. It was enough to deliver a staggering blow to the acceptance she was supposed to have grasped and send her plummeting back into ‘what if?’
What if she could do normal? What if she could slay at night be a suburban single during the day? What if?
She plunged the stake into the heart of the zombire she’d been fighting while musing and walked away. What if was a trap and traps got people killed. She was better off embracing her acceptance and leaving what if for the girls who didn’t know there were monsters in the shadows. Her job always had been, and always would be, making sure those girls stayed oblivious.
Anything else was a trap.
She was a slayer. More than that, she was the slayer. She remembered a life when the words “only girl” meant something. Regrets, decisions made in a time of war and living with them were a whole other waxy ball that didn’t matter anymore. She couldn’t undo anything and no amount of want or should was going to change that.
She had other things to be concerned with, things closer to home, heart and her. Buffy had accepted that she wasn’t ever going to have a normal life. There hadn’t been a big realization, no moment with swelling music, excellent lighting and sweeping camera angels. It was a point a that had been hammered into her blow by blow since she was sixteen.
Except
Except she’d had a normal life, hadn’t she? Okay, sure it was just her body and eventually she’d been corrupted to the dark side, lured by cookies and pink streaks in her hair, but she’d had a normal life for a few months. It was enough to deliver a staggering blow to the acceptance she was supposed to have grasped and send her plummeting back into ‘what if?’
What if she could do normal? What if she could slay at night be a suburban single during the day? What if?
She plunged the stake into the heart of the zombire she’d been fighting while musing and walked away. What if was a trap and traps got people killed. She was better off embracing her acceptance and leaving what if for the girls who didn’t know there were monsters in the shadows. Her job always had been, and always would be, making sure those girls stayed oblivious.
Anything else was a trap.
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