the killer in me

there is always a crack in the glass

Mythology: N/A
Location: The Queens Chamber
Who: Buffy Summers, The Shard

She stood over the ruins of the city with the wind whipping through her hair. Buffy took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, imagining a gust of wind to push her over the edge. It was times like this that brought her back to a night and a battle so many years ago. A battle that surrendered her to heaven and an end to the world she knew.

After moments on contemplation Buffy moved from her perch and headed towards the open window of her bedroom. There was something about the cool night air in a ruined city. It smelled like stillness, death, sorrow; things Buffy had been familiar with since she turned fifteen and a man told her she had a destiny.

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In a moment of weakness, or perhaps it was strength, she moved to her dresser. The faces of her friends, lovers, family stared back at her. Tiny reflective surfaces showed through a picture of her and the scooby's. A bitter smile slid onto her lips and she reached up to trace her sister's face.

When her fingertip slipped to the edge of the dirty beveled mirror behind the picture she felt a icy-hot feeling run down her arm, sucking her into a blissful ignorance.

The only thought that cross Buffy's mind as she was pulled behind the mirror was ... heaven. It was a stark, cold, reality to open her eyes and find herself not bathed in the white warm glow she could barely grasp now. Instead she found herself on a cold stone floor.
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Mirror, mirror on the wall, where the heck am I now? behindaglass

Mythology:N/A
Location: The Queens Chamber
Who: Sookie Stackhouse, Theshard

“Pam,” Sookie interrupted impatiently, grasping the phone tighter. “Pam,” she tried again, frustration wrapping around her southern accent as she again repeated the woman’s name.
Leaning against the door jam, this young fairy hit the back of her head against the wooden wedge; a dull thud answered each calculated movement.

"No, Pam, I ... ", the blonde began only to be cut off just as she had before.

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Just as she was reaching forward, the car moved, causing her fingertips to brush the mirror.
Before she could blink her eyes, her body relaxed into a blissful weightless state, she was pulled behind the mirror.

All the nerve-endings on her arm fired giving her an icy warm tingling on all of her skin. Sookie Stackhouse had never felt quite this good, it was so blissfully sensual and yet innocent she craved more. By the time she blinked the third time, her body lay in a heap on the cool castle floor.