Met Nater: You'd Think I'd Learned By Now
by Firecracker
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Does anyone else wonder why the hell I keep writing
this too? *cause I really do. But I just get the urge, every three
months or so. =P If you're really unlucky, it'll happen more often.
Comfortable. Known. Exciting, still.
I'm in one of those clubs you don't think really exist outside of movies, one of those where there's no neon sign, just a steel door and a big intimidating doorman who's name is Rick and really is a harmless pussycat. I'm all dressed up, I bet Buffy wouldn't have recognized me if I told her who I was. I mean, me, here, in this filthy place, with the scum she despised.
But I like it here. Say what you want, but at least they don't judge. Most of them couldn't care less about me being the key, and those who do... Well, they don't know it anyways. I like it here, in Faith's kind of club, full of smoke, booze and a beat that you feel vibrating through your body. Make-up to get pale, make-up to contrast, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, eyeshadow, I look like something a slayer would kill.
Everyone are usually treating me like a kid, but here, no questions are asked. I can dance and drink the night away, and no one asks me if I'm old enough. I've seen Faith here sometimes, but if she's ever seen me, she's never come over, or said anything to me on the rare occasions we meet.
Maybe she's too busy being dangerous, sexy, dark and secretive when she's here, too caught up in the moment, to notice me. Or maybe Darla just holds her attention, as usual. The crowd here likes Faith, I think. Maybe she used to come here, before. Even if they seem kind of scared of her now.
Wouldn't you be, with Darla sticking to her like they should have been one?
A vampire, following a slayer, or maybe a slayer and a vampire as a team, their dynamic seems just screwed, except for that their both dark and misplaced, unappreciated.
But, I'm not supposed to care. I'm supposed to go to school and be normal. But I'd rather be here, dancing, letting the hands of strangers roam my body, just following the beat. I'd rather just be Nightwish, a nickname that sort of stuck after some joke.
I bet you Buffy never did this. She might have, she did hang with Faith for a while, but I guess she's too good for this. I don't know, but Cordy mumbled something about an alley and "wouldn't you have liked to know" once.
Oh come on, it's not like I claim to know everything she did all life. I'm lost, beyond, far under the surface, lost in space, in the great unknown. I'm so aware of where I am, but I don't know where that is, and there's something right in front of me that I just don't understand.
Fuck... cold hands at my waist, and you'd really think I'd learned by know.