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[Jul. 24th, 2004|11:36 pm] |
Buffy stomps around her apartment angrily, the vial Ethan gave her clenched in her fist. The now useless vial, since it seemed someone had tipped the other Buffy off about her plans.
She gives a growl of frustration. It's not about not being able to take the Slayer. Of course she can. She's got Slayer strength plus vampire strength, the other Buffy just has Slayer strength. She doesn't need to make Buffy weak to have a chance at fighting her. It's about the mind games. It's about playing with Buffy's head. It's about control. It's about making Buffy helpless, and making sure she knows that she's completely and totally helpless.
Because she is. There's nothing she doesn't know about the other, less interesting version of herself, because that's what she used to be. She knows exactly what the other Buffy is most afraid of, because it's what she used to be afraid of. She knows what she hates, she knows what she loves, she knows what she fears, hell, she even knows her shoe size.
Buffy takes a break from stomping around to check her email. What a coincidence. Weapons. That's easy. And it's the same thing for her as it is for the other Buffy. Which she'll be sure to point out when she finally gets around to looking at it.
'Cuz she won't want to. This one won't be to her taste. Creampuff the Vampire Slayer likes to think she's above it all. She doesn't like to face the fact that she's just a killer. Asking about weapons? Sure to put her in a funk that'll last a few days. Which, hey, is a fun thought.
But then, something else catches her attention. Something that, in a way, just hammers the point home.
DVDs. Which, okay, don't seem like such a big deal. But oh, god. This is priceless. The other her, the boring her, she's... oh, this is priceless.
She orders them, of course. Using a credit card from someone she killed a few days ago, a rich businessman she grabbed off of Wall Street. And in a few days, Buffy will find them on her doorstep: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Complete Seasons 1-6.
Buffy Summers' weapon of choice?
Me, she types, with a smirk. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2004|12:47 am] |
She smirks.
You really don't get what it means to be a bad guy, do you?
Jealousy is when you want something, but you can't have it, and oh, god forbid you actually take it, right? You stupid mortals, all of you, bound by your morals and rules and laws and your stupid, crippling fear.
When I want something? I take it. And then it's mine. Want. Take. Have. Simple enough. It's something Faith taught me, or tried to teach me. It took a little while for the lesson to sink in, but now it has, and no amount of preaching is gonna make me go back.
Nothing makes me jealous. I don't get jealous, because I don't need to get jealous. There's nothing in the world that I want that I couldn't take, and there's nothing in the world that I can't take that I would want. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2004|07:34 pm] |
Buffy is as good as her word. As soon as the sun is down, she leaves the high-rise apartment she's taken over -- it's huge, and on the top floor of a building in the heart of the Financial District. The windows are covered with heavy velvet curtains during the day, and there's a garden out on the balcony, full of night-blooming flowers that she knows Drusilla would like.
She heads for Ethan's shop. |
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[Jul. 12th, 2004|11:47 pm] |
So, I think I'm gonna have to check out this other Buffy a little more.
'Cuz suddenly, I feel like torturing her. The question is, how? I mean, like, emotionally, or physically? *tilts her head, considering*
Maybe one first. Than the other.
Ethan, how late is your shop open? 'Cuz I've got something in mind, and I'm gonna need info on the ingredients, and the whole breaking-and-entering gig is just such a hassle. Plus, I'd have to figure out what I want, and how to make it, and it'd just be much easier if I had someone cooperating.
Anyone else interested in tormenting a self-righteous hero type? 'Cuz I'm sure I could figure ways to do this out, but it'd just be so much easier if I had a human involved. Someone who'd, you know, be able to get into her house without an invitation, or do stuff in the daylight. Ethan's more for general mayhem than malicious stuff directed at one person in particular, which, hey, I guess if that's your thing, Buffy's is not to judge, but me, I'm lookin' for something more... structured. And taking this bimbo down a few pegs? Could be just the ticket. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2004|02:08 pm] |
I'm Buffy. I was a Vampire Slayer. Then came Drusilla. Now, only half of the former job title is true. Guess which half?
There are a few people out there who have, in the past called me crazy. But they don't again, 'cuz after they call me that, I rip their tongues out!
Apparently, the me who exists in this world isn't a vampire. Also, she's really boring. Why hasn't anyone killed her yet? *sighs* I guess if you want something done right, you've gotta do it yourself.
This world sucks. Guess I'm just gonna have to make it more interesting. |
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