[Challenge #341] BtVS / Buffy — Destiny
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anythingdrabbleTitle: Destiny
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Buffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S7, during ep. 7x20 “Touched”
Summary: Buffy is lying in bed alone, in a stranger’s house, after being kicked out of her own.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #341 - Often
Crossposted:100words, drabble_zone, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against… yadda yadda yadda.
How often have I heard this speech since I’ve been called? Frankly, more than I care to count. Its pompous tone especially has always grated me. What this speech omits, however, is how every new Slayer inevitably inherits the burden carried by the ones who came—and died—before her.
It’s a burden made of tears, blood, loss, sacrifices. And loneliness. I’d never truly felt the weight of that until I was forced to seek shelter in a stranger’s house. Cold and alone. The Slayer’s destiny.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Buffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S7, during ep. 7x20 “Touched”
Summary: Buffy is lying in bed alone, in a stranger’s house, after being kicked out of her own.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #341 - Often
Crossposted:
100words, drabble_zone, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark —
In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against… yadda yadda yadda.
How often have I heard this speech since I’ve been called? Frankly, more than I care to count. Its pompous tone especially has always grated me. What this speech omits, however, is how every new Slayer inevitably inherits the burden carried by the ones who came—and died—before her.
It’s a burden made of tears, blood, loss, sacrifices. And loneliness. I’d never truly felt the weight of that until I was forced to seek shelter in a stranger’s house. Cold and alone. The Slayer’s destiny.
