A losing Battle
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,481
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 1
Prolouge:
Faith POV
Cancer.
Six letters, separately meaning nothing, add them together and what
do you get? A slow painful death. Sure, people survive sometimes, you
see the stories on Lifetime TV and read them in `chicken soup for the
soul', but many don't. I wont.
My life started out pretty decently, or at least I though it was
descent. I mean, my mom was a drunk but at least I had a roof over my
head and the occasional morsel of food in my belly, that should count
for something right? Wasn't till I met Ms. Priss that I knew any
better, that I realized there were actually people out there who
lived the perfect "leave it to beaver" life. Yeah, B had her share
of problems, divorced parent's, getting kicked out of school, losing
her vamp lover, nothing compared to mine though.
Most people never know what it's like to be hungry; they skip lunch
and say they're starving. Being hungry hurts, as I've known for a
while. Yesterday I would have given anything to feel hungry again, to
feel anything but extreme nausea and pain. Today, I exist in mind, in
memories, I have no stomach to feed, no thirst to quench, no body to
satiate. The journey is over for me, but let me start from the
beginning.
TBC
Faith POV
Cancer.
Six letters, separately meaning nothing, add them together and what
do you get? A slow painful death. Sure, people survive sometimes, you
see the stories on Lifetime TV and read them in `chicken soup for the
soul', but many don't. I wont.
My life started out pretty decently, or at least I though it was
descent. I mean, my mom was a drunk but at least I had a roof over my
head and the occasional morsel of food in my belly, that should count
for something right? Wasn't till I met Ms. Priss that I knew any
better, that I realized there were actually people out there who
lived the perfect "leave it to beaver" life. Yeah, B had her share
of problems, divorced parent's, getting kicked out of school, losing
her vamp lover, nothing compared to mine though.
Most people never know what it's like to be hungry; they skip lunch
and say they're starving. Being hungry hurts, as I've known for a
while. Yesterday I would have given anything to feel hungry again, to
feel anything but extreme nausea and pain. Today, I exist in mind, in
memories, I have no stomach to feed, no thirst to quench, no body to
satiate. The journey is over for me, but let me start from the
beginning.
TBC