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whattingawhat) wrote2008-07-26 12:02 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-07-26 12:02 pm
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I don't believe in prophecies [So don't waste any tears]
I don't believe in panic
I don't believe in fear
I don't believe in prophecies
so don't waste any tears
Sort of a part 2 to this
Her flowers are dead and she’s biting back tears. Her mouth tastes bitter, sour and dry. The sun overhead is blistering. Renee’s body is still lying across the corner of the garden but no one is moving her.
“Don’t touch the body. Don’t disturb the crime scene.”
Giles is absorbed in the books he has scattered across the surface of the table and Danny is setting up crime scene tape.
“You can’t do anything about this one, Boyfriend. Vampire and he’s dust now.”
Danny doesn’t even look up. He just keeps stringing crime scene tape out. Dawn steps across the tape and Danny steers her out of the way back over to where Spike is waiting out in the glaring sun.
“We have to do something, Giles. My garden is dead.”
“There’s nothing to be done, Buffy. It’s the natural order of things. We upset the balance. This is merely the world’s way of setting that balance back.” Giles doesn’t look up from his books as he says this and Buffy slams her hands down on the table in front of him. He doesn’t flinch, merely continues with his research.
“There has to be something we can do!” she screams at the top of her voice.
Angel steps out from the shadows. He has his hands shoved in his pockets and he’s looking at her from beneath his lashes. “One girl in every generation.”
“That’s the way it used to be,” Buffy reminds him.
“No, Buffy. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. The world isn’t going to stop until that’s the way it is.”
“I don’t believe that. I don’t believe in stupid, old, men who decided that girls should die so they could sleep safe in their beds!”
“Safe as houses,” Angel says quietly.
“What does that even mean? Like houses are safe. They fall and they crumble. They let in demons and vampires and people die of brain tumors in houses!” She’s walking toward him now and she realizes he’s so blindingly pale she can scarcely look at him.
Angel shrugs, both shoulders rising in a movement that only he could make graceful. “You can’t save them all, Buffy. You’ll damn the world.”
“And what if I’m tired of saving the world? What if I think the world has damned itself and it deserves to go to Hell while a bunch of little girls deserve to live?” She’s screaming at him and there are tears tracking down her cheeks.
He shakes his head, reaches out to smooth the tears off her skin. “Buffy, you’re the hero in this story. You’re always going to pick the world because that’s who you are. You’re incapable of picking anything or anyone else.”
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” she screams as her hands go over her ears.
The sky starts to darken and out of the corner of her eye she can see it coming. There isn’t time to think, there isn’t time to make a choice. She can only react with her heart and her soul. It’s coming; it’s closer; it’s creeping toward them and she runs. She runs toward them, hitting Danny full force in the shoulder. His weight hits Dawn, like dominos falling, falling, forever falling but they’re out of the way. They’re in the sun and she’s standing between the garden and the darkness.
Right where she belongs
I don't believe in fear
I don't believe in prophecies
so don't waste any tears
Sort of a part 2 to this
Her flowers are dead and she’s biting back tears. Her mouth tastes bitter, sour and dry. The sun overhead is blistering. Renee’s body is still lying across the corner of the garden but no one is moving her.
“Don’t touch the body. Don’t disturb the crime scene.”
Giles is absorbed in the books he has scattered across the surface of the table and Danny is setting up crime scene tape.
“You can’t do anything about this one, Boyfriend. Vampire and he’s dust now.”
Danny doesn’t even look up. He just keeps stringing crime scene tape out. Dawn steps across the tape and Danny steers her out of the way back over to where Spike is waiting out in the glaring sun.
“We have to do something, Giles. My garden is dead.”
“There’s nothing to be done, Buffy. It’s the natural order of things. We upset the balance. This is merely the world’s way of setting that balance back.” Giles doesn’t look up from his books as he says this and Buffy slams her hands down on the table in front of him. He doesn’t flinch, merely continues with his research.
“There has to be something we can do!” she screams at the top of her voice.
Angel steps out from the shadows. He has his hands shoved in his pockets and he’s looking at her from beneath his lashes. “One girl in every generation.”
“That’s the way it used to be,” Buffy reminds him.
“No, Buffy. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. The world isn’t going to stop until that’s the way it is.”
“I don’t believe that. I don’t believe in stupid, old, men who decided that girls should die so they could sleep safe in their beds!”
“Safe as houses,” Angel says quietly.
“What does that even mean? Like houses are safe. They fall and they crumble. They let in demons and vampires and people die of brain tumors in houses!” She’s walking toward him now and she realizes he’s so blindingly pale she can scarcely look at him.
Angel shrugs, both shoulders rising in a movement that only he could make graceful. “You can’t save them all, Buffy. You’ll damn the world.”
“And what if I’m tired of saving the world? What if I think the world has damned itself and it deserves to go to Hell while a bunch of little girls deserve to live?” She’s screaming at him and there are tears tracking down her cheeks.
He shakes his head, reaches out to smooth the tears off her skin. “Buffy, you’re the hero in this story. You’re always going to pick the world because that’s who you are. You’re incapable of picking anything or anyone else.”
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” she screams as her hands go over her ears.
The sky starts to darken and out of the corner of her eye she can see it coming. There isn’t time to think, there isn’t time to make a choice. She can only react with her heart and her soul. It’s coming; it’s closer; it’s creeping toward them and she runs. She runs toward them, hitting Danny full force in the shoulder. His weight hits Dawn, like dominos falling, falling, forever falling but they’re out of the way. They’re in the sun and she’s standing between the garden and the darkness.
Right where she belongs