Fics for 2009 # 003 ~ The Real Cabaret
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TITLE: The Real Cabaret
AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer S3;
LENGTH: 100;
RATING: PG-13 (for language);
CHARACTER(s): Faith Lehane;
'SHIP(s): none;
SUMMARY: Faith philosophises, season three-stylee;
A/N: This was originally written for the open_on_sunday prompt, 'Candy', back in November 2009; and was, I think, only the second drabble I'd posted at that time. I remember saying that at one time I'd not foreseen ever being able to write anything that wouldn't make War and Peace look like an office memo. Seems an age...
My notes say I was on a coach back to Perth from Glasgow and wrote this in just over an NFL hour. It was inspired by a quote from Ute Lemper, used in a documentary about Weimar Berlin, about the almost suicidal gay culture that existed in Berlin as the dawn of Nazi Germany approached; which also was the story of the movie musical, Cabaret, of course.
It was like candy; a sweet sugary high; a cold, refreshing soda.
Like the man said, “dance like a butterfly.”
Fight, fuck, kill.
Sting like a bee; fuck'em, or kill'em. Strike before they do.
Her watcher's death taught her that; her most valuable lesson learnt.
Beat the Hell out of them; never let them sting you.
She'd forgot that; let that scooby gang crap suck her right in.
Nearly got her ass killed.
Kill'em; fuck'em. Party 'til dawn; leav'em gasping.
She was down with that.
Five by Five.
It was a dance on a volcano; she was already burning.
kerk_hiraeth