The Brink Of Your Mind

The Brink Of Your Mind
A/N: This is a dark fic, dealing with rape, violence and pain. If you don’t want to read it, then don’t. you have been warned. Oh, and the song belong to Disturbed.

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//I stand on the brink of your mind
Living inside a nightmare
From which I will never awaken\\

//Stand on the edge of your mind
Giving you a matter of moments
From which I would never awaken\\



Flash

“No!” the small voice screamed out as the owner ran underneath the dining room table, attempting to get away from the dark figure chasing her.

Buffy stood froze, as if in a block of ice, watching the terror shrouding the dark haired childs face. She could feel the fear, coating the air in a thin sheen, almost choking her as she watched the doorway become dark, with the bulk of a huge man.

“Faaaaaith?” his drunken voice sing songed across the room, causing the child to huddle further underneath the table, as far away from him as she could get.

He strod over to her hiding place, dropping to his hands and knees and grinning sickly at her.

“Come to ‘Daddy’ faith..” a scream pierced the night as he reached out to her.

Flash

The vision in front of her changed. Stood in the same spot, still finding it difficult to breathe, she watched in open mouthed wonder at the picture before her.

The child, having grown in years, brinking on puberty, sat slumped at the exact same table from years ago. School books opened out in front of her, as if she were studying, but she was picking her nails with the corner of a ruler.

She tilted her head to the side slightly, stopping her movement as she heard footsteps trundling through the front door. Quickly dropping the ruler to the wooden surface, she leaned forward, putting her forehead in her hand as she picked up a pen.

The door slammed open to reveal the same man, but this time, his frame more slouched, his belly hanging over his belt slightly as he leaned heavily against the door frame.

“What do you want?” her voice spoke across the room as she wrote something down on a pad. He bletched, laughing at his own crudety before replying to her.

“What ya doing faithy?” he slurred to her, causing her to look up quickly at him, a flash of fear ringing through her eyes, but the rest of her mask sitting firmly in place over her features.

“School work. I need to get it finished.” Turning back to her books, she closed her eyes tightly, and buffy could hear the murmer she was uttering underneath her breath: ‘please, not tonight. Please just go away. Please, not tonight. Please just go away’

over and over again, the mantra was softly spoken, her entire body clentching tightly as he started to weave his way across the room to her.

He grabbed the back of her chair, grabbing onto a few locks of her hair and leaning down to smell them, completely ignoring her flinching, and her words. Or maybe he was too drunk to notice.

“Are you gonna fight me faith?” he spoke softly into her ear.

She pushed him off her and stared hard at him. Meeting his drunken yet stealy gaze, and in that instant, buffy saw when she gave up. The fight slowly draining out of her as she stood and closed her text book, throwing her pen down next to her ruler.

She walked out of the room, not looking back at him as he started to follow, and buffy felt like screaming at the sounds of their footsteps on the stairs.

Flash

She seemed to be dragged through time as the shades and hues of the room changed before her again, the school books dissapearing from the table, and a pair of muddy sneakers laying strewn under neath one of the chairs appearing.

Buffy could hear shouting and thuds coming through the closed dining room door, and it took almost inhuman effort to turn her head towards the sounds. Willing for the see through mud that seemed to be holding her to the spot, to fall away, and let her do something about the pain she saw in faith’s eyes.

“Fucking bitch!” the door was suddenly smashed against the wall, caused by the body that crashed into it. buffy watched as the body attempted to lift herself from the floor, her arms giving out and she landed face down again.

The man who had previously been in the other visions stormed through the door, making a bee line for faith and smashing into her ribs with the toe of his boot. The crack of bone rang out across the room as he stood over her body, his breath coming out heavily.

Buffy felt ill at the fact that this was arousing him.

Faith coughed, rolling over and facing buffy, spitting blood out of her mouth and on to the floor. She clutched her side and she slowly pushed herself up into sitting, trying to ignore the dizzy spell that washed over her.

“Get up bitch!” his voice rasped out as he stood over her, fists clenched, waiting for her to regain her footing before punching her square in the face, watching in satisfaction as her head flew back wards, causing her knees to go and for her to land on her ass.

She collasped onto the floor, her breathing laboured as she wrapped her arms around her chest, hoping to ease the pain of her broken ribs. There was blood running down her face from her nose, her lip swollen up into twice it’s normal size. And buffy could see a bloody set of teeth marks on the top of her breast.

Small rivers of blood ran out of the small indentations in her skin and buffy could already see an angry purple bruise errupting over her flesh. She could feel the sour taste of bile rising in the back of her throat as she looked on in utter horror, at the girl laying broken on the floor before her.

The man standing over her, slowly started to pull his pants zipper down.

Flash

The images faded before her eyes, bringin her back to the bare room she had started in, and she looked around, noticing no one around, and not hearing anyone near.

In the space of twenty minutes, she had spanned 10 years of faith’s life. From being a 6 year old to a sixteen year old. Blinking took almost monumental effort, and she felt her eyes watering, as they hadn’t been wetten in quiet awhile.

Faith walked slowly into the room, her face the hard mask that had held her emotions inside for seeminly the last four or five years. Without wondering why, she knew that faith was eighteen right now.

Her body was a hard, muscled knot. Coiled and ready for fighting, and her hair was slightly longer, falling past her shoulders in waves, she had her arms folded across her chest, her eyes drawn to the floor in front of her, lost in her own thoughts.

She flinched slightly as she heard the front door bang open, but she carried on into the open kitchen, leaning back on one of the counters, her eyes still leveled against the floor.

“Faith!” the man burst through the door frame, seemingly annoyed and more so at her lack of reaction to his meer presence. “You were supposed to go down onto denver and sixth at four to meet with a client.” He folded his arms across his chest as he stood in the middle of the room, and stared at her.

She turned her head slightly towards him, raising her hand to her lips and absentmindedly running her finger tips over them.

“I got side tracked.” She said, her voice seemingly vacant.

“Oh. Did you meet someone new?”

“You could say that.” She slowly pushed herself away from the counter and walked over to stand in front of him, unconciously standing in exactly the same, open legged stance as he was.

“How much?” she shook her head, preparing herself for the sting of his slap at her confession that she didn’t get any money for whatever ‘meeting’ she had been too.

His cheeks became flushed as he stared at her, his right hand coming up quickly and swinging his open palm towards her face. But before his hand connected with her flesh, her hand snapped up and grabbed his wrist in a vice like grip. She watched in almost unadultred pleasure as a confussed look came across his face.

He yanked his arm back and almost fell forwards into her as he found he couldn’t break her grip. His eyes suddenly became washed in slight fear as he turned them to her snarling and almost animalistic face.

“I don’t think, I’m gonna be following your orders anymore dad.” She hissed at him, tightening her grip around his wrist and smiling mirthlessly as he gasped slightly.

“The minute you let go of me faith, I’ll make you feel pain you’ve never even heard of before.” He snarled back at her, ignoring the pain in his wrist for now, the numbness in his fingers from the blood flow being cut off.

“I will die,” she looked into his eyes, yanking him closer to her face as she gripped his arm tighter, hearing the sickening thunk of his wrist snapping, reveling in the feel of his once whole bone being split in two under the palm of her hand. “Before I let you touch me, ever again.”

Twisting his wrist, she watched as the pain screamed across his face and made him sink to his knees, tears leaking out from his eyes, as he looked up at the dark, unrecognisable person in front of him. The person he created.

Buffy watched in rapt awe as faith slowly raised her fist , pointing it downwards, towards his painfilled and broken face. Time seemed to slow down, as her fist came down towards his head..

Flash

The white flash of a few moments ago faded, bringing her into a gray room, the dinning area of her viewing dissapearing, the people from the visions being absent.

Looking around her, now being able to move freely, instead as if paralised, she noticed a tall looking man sat in a chair to one side of the room. His hand and forearm resting on the table next to him, smoke curling upwards and over his face as he breathed out the toxic fumes.

She folded her arms over her chest as she slowly walked over to him. His black suit stood out against the gray surroundings of the room, the cleanly pressed lines tenting the crease down the center of his pants leg slightly. His shirt was also black, without a collar and buttoned to the very top.

“And you are?” the smoke suddenly cleared as he breathed out harshly and peered through the remaineders of it at her. A slightly smile caught the edges of his mouth as he saw who it was.

“I take it the journey’s ended then?” a confused look swam across her face as she contemplated him. Yes, what she’d just witnessed was a journey in itself. She had basically seen the darkest moments of someone’s life within a short length of time.

The life of a girl named faith.

“Apparently. But the questions that I’m willing to cause death to find out are: who the hell are you, and why the fuck did you do this?” her voice wavered harshly to him, causing a smirk to fully lift his mouth.

“I go by many names. Just call me Luc.” He smirked at her again, taking in another lungful of smoke and half blowing it out before he spoke to her again. “As for the journey, well you needed to see why she is, the way she is now.”

She lifted her eyebrows slightly, wondering why she should suddenly be so concerned with a strangers life, dispite how much she wanted to lift that haunted look from her eyes. She tried to bury the slightly twinge of longing to see the girl smile, to witness the effect it had over her features.

“Why?”

“Because, you’ll know how to deal properly. Besides, if she carrys on the way she’s going, she’ll end up with me. And I can’t have that. She comes downstairs with me, I’ll be over thrown.” Buffy raises an eyebrow, suddenly catching on to his name Luc. Lucifer. He smiled at her and nodded his head, as if he knew this would be when she worked it out. “It’s time for you to go little one.”

He stabbed out his smoke on the table, standing from his chair and shooting his cuffs, before looking at her again. He tried to smile reassuringly at her, as he reached out his hand and touched the center of her forehead with the tip of his finger.

She fell, backwards, expecting to hit the floor but seemingly falling right through it. being pulled back through time and space, feeling as if her entire being was being pulled apart within her.

Suddenly, her traveling stopped with the sickening crack of her body connecting with something solid behind her.

Flash

“Buffy?” she shook her head out, looking around at her friends and smiling slightly.

“Sorry guys. Must have spaced for a while there.” Willow smiled at her as she snuggled into oz’ side, and xander flopped uncerimoniously onto the sofa that was next to the wall.

Cordelia followed him, albe it much more gracefully as she spoke to them, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Check out disco dave and his slut-o-ramma.”


End?