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Bang Bang, My Baby

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Misc. Buffy-Ventures". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Buffy is going through her mother's papers and finds something that causes her to remember, and mourn.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Movies > Kill BillamusewithaviewFR1316382143,36227 Apr 0727 Apr 07Yes
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, all else is either Joss's or, um... Quentin's? The song was first performed by Cher, I think. The version in the Kill Bill movies was performed by Nancy Sinatra.


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I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight.
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Buffy dropped the papers down onto her lap, then let her head fall into her hands. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Wheezing, she fell back onto the bed, bouncing a little on the soft mattress.

Soon her gasps became chuckles: harsh giggles that sounded more like hysteria than true amusement. This went on for a good ten minutes, until she was finally able to sit up again.

Rubbing her stomach muscles absently, she looked at the thin sheets of processed tree-matter that had turned her world upside-down and shaken it like a Christmas snow-globe. A spot of salty wet grew on the white paper, running the dark ink a little, but not enough to completely mar the words that lay on the page.

'Adopted,' it read, in stark simplicity.

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Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
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The funny thing was, she remembered.

Now that she KNEW, she remembered. She'd probably always known.

Buffy snorted, just one more thing to chalk up to the monk's screwing with her memory. Before Dawn she could recall knowing that she'd been adopted, knowing that she had lived with someone else up until her fourth, maybe fifth birthday.

She remembered a gravelly voice reading her bedtime stories. She remembered a comfortable villa located in a place that was not America. She remembered a father who had always loved her. She remembered weapons and swords that her life now as the Slayer could recognize as beautiful.

Most of all she remembered the promise that someday, somehow, her mother would come for her. When she woke up, they would be together.

Her mother had been Sleeping Beauty, her father a Prince.

She remembered a beautiful blonde woman watching classic cartoons with her. She remembered the sadness that seemed to pour from the woman's blue eyes like water from a river.

But she did not remember goodbye.

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Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
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The graveyard was beautiful, different designs reminiscent of many countries and styles. The Slayer walked silently amidst tiny Japanese trees, and looked admiringly at flowers planted in artful arrangements. The soft sounds of water trickling from a fountain were punctuated by the chirping of the birds chirping happily from the trees, enjoying this beautiful spring day.

In the middle of all this natural splendor was a small stone with a few words inscribed.


BILL
Our Lover
Our Teacher
Our Father
Our Friend
Goodbye, Snake Charmer


Buffy sank down onto the grass beside the smooth stone. Not marble, NEVER marble, the rock that marked his death was as pitted and imperfect as the man had been in life.

"Daddy," the blonde murmured, stroking a gentle hand over the rough surface, "I missed you."

And Buffy the Vampire Slayer, last and longest-lived of her kind, mourned.

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Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
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End Fic

Author's Note: I watched both Kill Bill movies today and I must say, that little girl could TOTALLY be a young Buffy.

As per usual like it, love it, loathe it with the fiery intensity of a thousand hot suns? Please let me know.

Danke

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