Masks
3 drabbles about the topic Masks / Costumes
Game Mask
He had seen Drusilla wearing the face of the demon, as well as many
others. His mother, Angelus, Darla, assorted minions and fledglings. He
knew he could look like them, too, and had explored with his fingertips
every inch of his own face – except, it wasn’t really his anymore.
Curious, he asked Angelus to draw him. Draw it. When he finally saw, he
couldn’t help thinking it was nothing but a mask, even when he was told
the bumps and ridges were his true face, now, and the human features
only an artifice to gain the trust of his prey.
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Crushed
Make-up ‘borrowed’ from Buffy runs down the sink, her mask dissolving
with water and soap. And with the older look, Dawn’s tears are also
washed off.
He didn’t even notice. Of course he didn’t. Between ogling her sister
and pretending not to like that bimbo who cares for nothing besides her
good looks, how would he have noticed the one girl ready to worship
him, laugh at all his jokes, hold his hand and do whatever it is
boyfriends and girlfriends do exactly?
But one day, Xander is going to regret not having ever noticed her. She knows he will.
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Killer
She said she wanted the old Spike back. A few words, and all he had tried to become was shattered. Meaningless.
Dutifully, he retrieved the leather part of his Big Bad attire, and
tried, as he slipped the duster on, to find again the demon who had
once owned it. The vampire’s true face came forth practically without
conscious effort during the fight. Another piece of his costume.
Cigarettes, and the transformation was perfect.
Did it mean the old Spike was back, as she believed? Not really. But she didn’t care, one way or the other, he knew that now.
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