Die Die, My Darling
by Hose Jockey 20
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no money. All hail Joss and his band of
mutants. “Die Die, My Darling” was originally written by Glenn Danzig and recorded by the
Misfits, and was covered by Metallica.
Spoilers: Yeah, right.
Notes: Okay, I know I’m retired from fanfic writing, but I decided to come out
of retirement temporarily. Hell, if Michael Jordan can do it, then I sure as hell can do
it. I’ve been concentrating on other works lately, but when I heard this song on
Metallica’s “Garage, Inc.” I knew that I could write a songfic about it. It kinda fit Faith
and Buffy’s relationship perfectly. (Not to mention some other relationships... *sigh*) So
I wrote something kinda short. And like before, //stuff// denotes lyrics.
Thanks: All the people who read my stuff and gave feedback. You know who you are.
Dedication: *shrugs* Hell if I know. I just write em.
//Die die die my darling Don't utter a single word Die die die my darling Just shut your pretty eyes I’ll be seein you again I’ll be seein you in hell//
Dammit, why does she keep on tormenting me like this? thought Faith to herself. We’re both slayers, so why don't I do something about it?
She was sitting in her apartment, where just five minutes before, she’d laid her soul bare for Buffy. She’d spilled everything, from apologies to the fact that she was hopelessly in love with the blonde. And Buffy just shrugged it all off, telling Faith that no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't love her. Ever.
So now Faith was locked in her own mind, slowly losing what little sanity she had in the first place. And she was plotting to do something drastic.
She got up and grabbed the ever-famous knife, the same one that Buffy had stabbed her with. Faith stalked out the front door, vowing never to return. Her heart pulsed, her mind crumbled. The walls of her sanity were vanishing, leaving virtually no difference between fantasy and reality.
She strutted down Main Street, towards the blonde’s house. To put an end to her pain, once and for all.
//Don't cry to me, oh, baby Your future’s in an oblong box Don’t cry to me, oh, baby You shoulda seen it comin, oh Don’t cry to me, oh, baby Had to know it was in your cards//
She kicked down the door to Buffy’s house, and immediately alerted the other slayer to trouble. She came jumping down the stairs, only to find a rapidly deteriorating younger Slayer.
“What the hell do you want?” asked Buffy.
“I-I... I have lost the will to live. I see holes like eyes.”
“Wha-”
Faith cut off the blonde by jumping on top of her, and slamming the knife into her chest. Once, twice, three times, the brunette stabbed Buffy with the same knife that was once covered in her blood. Buffy’s life liquid littered the ground like paper cups after a football game. Finally, the fight left her, and her body went slack. Faith felt for a pulse; there was none.
Faith had nearly done what she had set out to do.
“One more thing to do,” she muttered to herself, withdrawing the knife from Buffy’s dead body. “Just one more thing.”
She lifted the blade of her knife to her Adam’s apple.
“I never stopped loving you,” she whispered, then rammed the knife home.