once upon a time (buffy)
Once upon a time, everything was jake.
You knew who you were. You know what you were. You knew you were gonna find yourself a nice fella and settle down just like Mama always wanted.
Except then Daddy ran off with some girl you coulda been in diapers with.
Except then Mama was dead, something in her brain went wrong but thel medico wasn't sure what. Which you might think would make him look a little ashamed when he asked for the money, but you'd be wrong, wouldn't you? 'Cuz he didn't even knock a little off for all the work he didn't do to save Mama.
And, well, long story short, one day everything wasn't quite so jake anymore.
But you got lucky. Sorta.
Well, put it this way -- you coulda done a whole lot worse.
Least everyone here knows what you are. Plenty out there in Mouth alone would sell you for it. Well, maybe lots in Mouth know what you are, in which case they'd just kill you.
Big G -- he hates it when you call him that, which is the main reason you do, unless it's to call him Big Daddy G, which he hates even more and makes you laugh even more when you see his face -- says that there was a Council once. Back when England was still something to be afraid of. Back before the Emperor. And oh, you'd better believe he wiped the Council out. Even if they were all a bunch of useless stuffed shirts with more book-smarts than real-smarts, they were still a bunch of English stuffed shirts whose purpose was to get rid of vampires. And no way was the Vamperor gonna let that stand.
So now it's just Big Daddy G, librarian-cum-pimp.
(No pun intended. Well, no, let's be honest now, Betty, pun totalutely intended.)
There might be more. You don't really know.
Weird to think of, a time when no one knew about any of this, a time when no one knew about the girls like you.
Well, no one still knows about you, but you know that's for the best.
jossverse100 prompt "life".
You knew who you were. You know what you were. You knew you were gonna find yourself a nice fella and settle down just like Mama always wanted.
Except then Daddy ran off with some girl you coulda been in diapers with.
Except then Mama was dead, something in her brain went wrong but thel medico wasn't sure what. Which you might think would make him look a little ashamed when he asked for the money, but you'd be wrong, wouldn't you? 'Cuz he didn't even knock a little off for all the work he didn't do to save Mama.
And, well, long story short, one day everything wasn't quite so jake anymore.
But you got lucky. Sorta.
Well, put it this way -- you coulda done a whole lot worse.
Least everyone here knows what you are. Plenty out there in Mouth alone would sell you for it. Well, maybe lots in Mouth know what you are, in which case they'd just kill you.
Big G -- he hates it when you call him that, which is the main reason you do, unless it's to call him Big Daddy G, which he hates even more and makes you laugh even more when you see his face -- says that there was a Council once. Back when England was still something to be afraid of. Back before the Emperor. And oh, you'd better believe he wiped the Council out. Even if they were all a bunch of useless stuffed shirts with more book-smarts than real-smarts, they were still a bunch of English stuffed shirts whose purpose was to get rid of vampires. And no way was the Vamperor gonna let that stand.
So now it's just Big Daddy G, librarian-cum-pimp.
(No pun intended. Well, no, let's be honest now, Betty, pun totalutely intended.)
There might be more. You don't really know.
Weird to think of, a time when no one knew about any of this, a time when no one knew about the girls like you.
Well, no one still knows about you, but you know that's for the best.
jossverse100 prompt "life".