More Elvis drabbles
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garnigalI told you there were more. However, I think this is enough. There's... seven behind the cut. There were 13 more song titles that jumped out at me, but at some point I should work. Or Nano. Something less angsty, anyway.
Cross-posted to oos
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Buffy - Adam and Evil
She kept fighting him and losing. It was starting to mess with her mind.
He was an uncontrollable sociopath. He killed without cause, without warning, without hesitation. His purpose was evil.
His creation...
He’d been born human. He’d been loyal and true and patriotic. He’d been Riley, or something... someone so similar as to be indistinguishable.
He’d been manipulated and used and abused. By other humans.
He had inhuman bits, inhuman parts, inhumanity forced into him. No one else hesitated in their desire to take him out.
But she was starting to wonder – what if she was supposed to lose?
Willow - And the Grass Won’t Pay No Mind
It was quiet.
She’d never thought of the cemetery as quiet before, but then, she’d never been here in daylight before.
She’d never been here alone before.
It was peaceful.
In her experience, the cemetery was anything but peaceful, despite it’s restful name. Of course, she generally came looking for a fight.
She’d never come looking for the past.
It was serene.
The quiet, peaceful, serenity made her want to scream. Made her want to throw things, hurt things, kill things. Destroy the world. Forget her pain.
She sat still and pulled at the grass, staring up at the sky.
Xander - Help Me Make it Through the Night
How to get from oblivious to obsessive in one (several) short step:
Meet (fall at her feet) hot girl.
Follow (follow, not stalk) hot girl.
Hear things (eavesdroppers never hear anything good) that make no sense.
Ignore screaming sense of self-preservation and follow (still not stalking) hot girl.
See things (blinders are definitely off) that make no sense.
Believe (six impossible things before breakfast) the unbelievable.
Kill thing (formerly known as best friend).
Take deep breath. Another. Okay. Adjust worldview.
And that’s how you end up clutching a stake in a dark graveyard, praying to make it through the night.
Giles – You’ll Never Walk Alone
She walked through the doors, impossibly young, incredibly blunt, innocent.
Alone.
His heart broke.
He’d been warned about this; about becoming emotionally attached, that it must be avoided at all cost. He’d always assumed it was because some Watcher somewhere had engaged in a little... impropriety. He’d always been disgusted by the thought.
One girl in all the world took on a new meaning. Even as he recited the words, a part of his brain shuddered at the thought of what faced her. What she’d already faced.
Alone.
She never heard him, but he swore she’d never walk alone again.
Giles – I Slipped I Stumbled I Fell
“You okay?”
“Fine.” A cool cloth; he bit back a grateful sigh.
“You look kind of white. It’s not a good colour on you.”
“It’s a touch of a headache.” The nausea was rising; no sleep for 24 hours. Again.
The lights were killing him, the noise of her searching through his cupboard would drive him to suicide. The little white pills she held out to him weren’t going to cut it.
“Giles, what happened?”
“I slipped, I stumbled, I fell.” I hit my head on a grave marker.
“You should have let me tell you your shoes were untied.”
And two Faith drabbles, especially for married_n_mich
Faith – Only the Strong Survive
She was proud.
She might not measure up to Little Miss Sunshine State’s version of accomplishment, but it was impressive for her.
She’d never expected to leave Boston. She’d get kicked out of school or get knocked up and have to drop out. She’d get trapped in a dead end job to keep food on the table, fall into booze or drugs. She expected to turn into her mother.
And here she was. On the other side of the country, with enough strength and power to get what she needed. With enough youth and hotness to get what she wanted.
Faith – Meanest Girl in Town
Nothing could touch her, nothing could hurt her.
She didn’t mind getting bruised, didn’t mind getting cut. It couldn’t really break her.
She was cold.
But he... he was warm. Soft. Gentle eyes, floppy hair, compassion dripping from every pore. Along with the lust, of course.
She could feel the ice melting, his warmth seeping into her. So she ignored the eyes, the hair, the compassion. Focused on the lust.
Turned warm to hot. Turned soft to hard. Made his eyes roll back in his head, plastered his hair to his scalp.
Tried to choke the compassion out of him.
Cross-posted to oos
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Buffy - Adam and Evil
She kept fighting him and losing. It was starting to mess with her mind.
He was an uncontrollable sociopath. He killed without cause, without warning, without hesitation. His purpose was evil.
His creation...
He’d been born human. He’d been loyal and true and patriotic. He’d been Riley, or something... someone so similar as to be indistinguishable.
He’d been manipulated and used and abused. By other humans.
He had inhuman bits, inhuman parts, inhumanity forced into him. No one else hesitated in their desire to take him out.
But she was starting to wonder – what if she was supposed to lose?
Willow - And the Grass Won’t Pay No Mind
It was quiet.
She’d never thought of the cemetery as quiet before, but then, she’d never been here in daylight before.
She’d never been here alone before.
It was peaceful.
In her experience, the cemetery was anything but peaceful, despite it’s restful name. Of course, she generally came looking for a fight.
She’d never come looking for the past.
It was serene.
The quiet, peaceful, serenity made her want to scream. Made her want to throw things, hurt things, kill things. Destroy the world. Forget her pain.
She sat still and pulled at the grass, staring up at the sky.
Xander - Help Me Make it Through the Night
How to get from oblivious to obsessive in one (several) short step:
Meet (fall at her feet) hot girl.
Follow (follow, not stalk) hot girl.
Hear things (eavesdroppers never hear anything good) that make no sense.
Ignore screaming sense of self-preservation and follow (still not stalking) hot girl.
See things (blinders are definitely off) that make no sense.
Believe (six impossible things before breakfast) the unbelievable.
Kill thing (formerly known as best friend).
Take deep breath. Another. Okay. Adjust worldview.
And that’s how you end up clutching a stake in a dark graveyard, praying to make it through the night.
Giles – You’ll Never Walk Alone
She walked through the doors, impossibly young, incredibly blunt, innocent.
Alone.
His heart broke.
He’d been warned about this; about becoming emotionally attached, that it must be avoided at all cost. He’d always assumed it was because some Watcher somewhere had engaged in a little... impropriety. He’d always been disgusted by the thought.
One girl in all the world took on a new meaning. Even as he recited the words, a part of his brain shuddered at the thought of what faced her. What she’d already faced.
Alone.
She never heard him, but he swore she’d never walk alone again.
Giles – I Slipped I Stumbled I Fell
“You okay?”
“Fine.” A cool cloth; he bit back a grateful sigh.
“You look kind of white. It’s not a good colour on you.”
“It’s a touch of a headache.” The nausea was rising; no sleep for 24 hours. Again.
The lights were killing him, the noise of her searching through his cupboard would drive him to suicide. The little white pills she held out to him weren’t going to cut it.
“Giles, what happened?”
“I slipped, I stumbled, I fell.” I hit my head on a grave marker.
“You should have let me tell you your shoes were untied.”
And two Faith drabbles, especially for married_n_mich
Faith – Only the Strong Survive
She was proud.
She might not measure up to Little Miss Sunshine State’s version of accomplishment, but it was impressive for her.
She’d never expected to leave Boston. She’d get kicked out of school or get knocked up and have to drop out. She’d get trapped in a dead end job to keep food on the table, fall into booze or drugs. She expected to turn into her mother.
And here she was. On the other side of the country, with enough strength and power to get what she needed. With enough youth and hotness to get what she wanted.
Faith – Meanest Girl in Town
Nothing could touch her, nothing could hurt her.
She didn’t mind getting bruised, didn’t mind getting cut. It couldn’t really break her.
She was cold.
But he... he was warm. Soft. Gentle eyes, floppy hair, compassion dripping from every pore. Along with the lust, of course.
She could feel the ice melting, his warmth seeping into her. So she ignored the eyes, the hair, the compassion. Focused on the lust.
Turned warm to hot. Turned soft to hard. Made his eyes roll back in his head, plastered his hair to his scalp.
Tried to choke the compassion out of him.
