Drabblage: Holiday Memories, Part 2

[beer_good_foamy]

I promised four more – here's five more! This is a little bit dark. Rated R for cruelty and violence to minors.

Five Holidays Faith Won't Forget (*)

Christmas, 1987: Faith

Of course she didn't believe Santa existed, she was a big girl now. But Faith had heard Santa didn't care if you believed in him or not, and after all, she had been good...

Mom was asleep in that snory mumbly way, even though Faith knew it wasn't even dinnertime yet. She knew better than to try and wake her up; there were no bottles of grown-up juice left. Instead, Faith made herself some PB&J sammiches and sat down watching TV (muted) as she waited.

But no one came, this or any year. Apparently, Santa really didn't care.


Thanksgiving, 1998: Dawn

Dear diary,

Man, I'm full. Mom makes the best turkey ever.

Really wish Faith woulda come, tho. She's so cool, nothing like yffub who's always going on about rules and responsibilities and school nights. I heard Mom ask her when she stopped by to pick up yffub the other night, but she just got all tough and said she didn't really do thanksgiving. Huh. OK, so the whole 'giving thanks' bit is kinda lame (yes, Mom, of course m'I lufknaht s'yffub kcab, but no way I'm telling her that) but still... hello, free turkey, what's gonna be wrong with that?


Christmas, 1998: Faith

"Hey, squirt, that ain't gonna work. Snow's too loose."

Faith shook her head as the 12-year-old tried to build her first ever snowman. What was the big deal? Nothing magical about snow, Boston streets were full of it. Pretty, sure, but damn cold. Why the hell would anyone willingly choose this over a warm living room and...

Then a snowball hit her in the face. As Dawn laughed her ass off, Faith couldn't help but grin. "Oh, you are so dead, kid." When they came in for cocoa, they were both soaked in melting snow, freezing but laughing.


Easter, 2000: Dawn

She opened the door and there was Faith, back from the dead, and then Faith's fist -

Woke up in the bedroom, terrified, Mom unconscious on the floor. "See how much good a family does ya?" Faith leaning over her, cold psycho rage in her eyes. "C'mon Dawnie, you're what, 13? About time we took care of that pesky cherry, dontchathink?" Knife at the waistband of Dawn's pants, icy sharp as it pricked her belly. "Think mom's gonna cry when she wakes up and finds you naked and bleeding... or yell at you for giving it up so easy?"

Then Buffy -


Christmas, 2001: Faith

As the Christmas mail was handed out, prisoner 430019 expected the same as last year: zilch. Angel wasn't big on gifts, everyone else wanted to forget she existed.

The envelope she got looked official, name carefully written in block letters. Inside was a letter from a 16-year-old who still dotted her I:s with hearts. It was a fairytale, complete with drawings; a girl created from nothing, complete with false memories for her and everyone else. And the last page: IT NEVER HAPPENED, FAITH. MERRY XMAS.

She knew that was a lie. But little by little, she could believe it wasn't.



Yeah, I've written something similar before. But what can I say, I need to make Faith suffer for some reason.

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*eeeeek!*

Yeah, I hate to say this, but I can totally see Willow doing this. The good ones always go spectacularly bad.

*smacks Willow*