I have a drabble for the Sunday 100 even though it's Monday...Worst Day/Fear.
Riley from Into the Woods.
Riley didn’t want to want to be here, on this grimy mattress, holding this dirty, needy girl. But being here felt more real than just a few hours before when Buffy was making love to him. The vampire’s bites sent shivers of pleasure-pain through him. She needed him and he was using her, he didn’t feel like a soldier boy. Someone’s tool. Riley had the power, the control. If he wanted he could slide a stake through her, feel her body seize and explode, covering him in dust. He gripped her hair tighter.
“Harder.” A few minutes more and---
“Riley!”
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I got inspired after reading one too may drabbles that had to include "worst day" or "fear" in the actual story or the drabbles were schmoopy. It's fear! there's no schmoop in fear!
Conversation With the Monster
Part Two: The Monsters
The First manifested inside what used to be called the Initiative. Once, a madwoman tried to splice humans and demons into soldiers here. Like so many of them, the madwoman served the First.
“All of them, eventually, serve me,” the First thought, morphing into the image of the Slayer.
Adam was sitting on a rock, fist to forehead like the statue. The monster looked up, and saw his former enemy.
“You are not Buffy Summers,” it said, matter-of-factly.
“No,” said the First. “I’m much, much more.”
Adam regarded the First for a moment.
“I am not alive.”
“You never were.”
Adam seemed to consider that for a second. He rose to his feet, and extended his arms in front of him. The laser sights behind his eyes gleamed red as he analyzed his hands.
“Wasn’t I?” asked Adam. “There was flesh here once. Bits of bone linked by wire and metal. Blood ran through my veins. Blood and electricity. Radioactive trace elements. I had a heart, of sorts. A soul.”
“No,” said the First, in a surprisingly gentle voice. “Never that.”
Adam was silent again for a moment.
“I was alive, though. And I served a purpose.”
The First had to concede the point. It was the very reason that it had summoned this strange shade back from Hell.
“And what was your purpose, Adam? What role in the world did you fulfill in your brief, violent life?”
Adam trained his eye sights on the first. He knew that this was not his body, that he was incorporeal, a mere reflection of his former self, but his sense responded much the same as they did in life. “A matter of perception,” he thought. Already, he realized he could see things differently. His comprehension of his senses was… different. Bigger.
“I was very small,” said Adam, his voice almost weak with the realization.
“I was created… my mother created me to destroy, and first, I thought that was my role, but that seemed… inefficient. I drew the dark things to me, the vampires and demons. I pitted the Slayer against her allies, and drove the soldiers to distraction and weakness. I sought to make them all stronger, to instigate war and cull the weak. To remake the world into my image—no humans, no demons. All of them linked through cybernetics and computer chips. Man, magic and monster, at peace in a world of order.”
The First furrowed Buffy’s brow at that. It didn’t know what it expected from this conversation, just that Adam knew something it would need to understand. Like so many who’d served it, Adam had once tried to remake the world in his own image. And failed.
The First needed to understand why it failed.
Adam looked up at the image of his enemy before him—the woman who’d killed him.
“You need to understand,” said Adam. “I was defeated, but ultimately, I succeeded.”
(poking Victor in the ass with a fork)
MORE, please.
VICTOR!!! DO NOT STOP THERE! YOU GIVE GOOD ADAM.
Pardon the asscaps.
What Deb and Deena said.
Please.
Deb, thanks for the LJ information--I didn't realize there was one just for the Drabble.
Yes, please sir. I'd like some more.
Hey! It's Beverly Twist! Victor, give the woman some AdamFirstGruel!
