BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | S4E1: The Freshman

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | S4E1: The Freshman
original-willowâ.
At the look of despair on his face, Willow couldnât help but let out a small laugh. âItâs not that bad, Jordan. You could learn things from them. Interesting things, at times, even though it admittedly often leans more towards the mundane. And, as I said, sometimes you get a lovely bottle of wine as a thank you for listening.â Still, she had to take pity on the man. He really did look miserable. âOpen it for me, and then tell me all about your exes. Iâm sure itâs quite a story.â
"If you got a lovely bottle of wine every time you listened then weâd have evolved to just be giant ears. At least in Glasgow,â he added, letting out a defeated sigh. He was glad for Willowâs eternal optimism though. Made him think that there was still hope for something better. âI donât think thereâs enough wine in this room for those stories,â he joked (well, maybe not) but he opened the bottle nonetheless, pouring them both a glass. âHereâs to you-,â he clinked his glass against Willowâs, taking a sip. Not better than a bag of blood but not worse than whatever was on tap at Franksâ. âDid I ever tell you about Sylvie?â A smile tugged on his lips- âHad a real glorious, soap-opera, slap.â
original-willowâ.
Willow loved being surrounded by humans, just taking in their auras, listening to their stories, learning about their little lives. It was around them that she could feel young again, a feeling that was harder and harder to capture. And then, there was the cheese. She truly did love cheese. âIf you listen to what people have to say, they tend to want to repay you. Itâs just that simple,â she told Jordan. âSmall talk can be nice.â She glanced down at the bottle in her hands. âWant to try it with me?â
Jordan made a face of despair--- imagine having to listen to what people had to say. Hadnât he been through enough? âI think Iâve had just about all I can take of small talk for at least another century, give or take. Whoâd have thought the biggest challenge of my life was going to be playing-,â he finger-quoted, âThe active member of the community.â Fucking awful. God, whenâd he become such a miserable bastard? Jordan offered her a smile, on the way to lightening up. âAlright, sounds good to me. Might make me more fun to be around. Did I mention to you yet that Havensdaleâs become a beacon for every ex Iâve ever had?â
âThereâs leftover cheese? Oh no, I really shouldnât? But if you insistâŠI suppose I could take a little bit, I guess. Fine, some Brie. Just to take it off your hands. And a bottle of wine? Really, youâre too sweet.â
Jordan made a swift turn away from the latest Havensdale parent who wanted to talk his ear off, throwing back the rest of his drink to cope. Right about now he really missed that human tolerance... Thankfully, he spotted Willow (who, naturally, was having no issues working this crowd) and made his escape. âHow is it youâre getting away with a goodie bag and Iâm barely making it through the small talk?â Obviously relieved to see her, he added- âHowâs the wine?â
cristinavampgirlcaleroâ.
Even Cristina was impressed she didnât tear any throats yet, she had killed for less. Maybe she started to gain a consciousness after all these years. Maybe she even felt something like a guilt for the innocents she torn into shreds. Maybe, maybe things were getting boring? âThey just lack manners.â She said her voice a low hiss. So what that she was known to be ruthless and unforgiving, she hadnât done anything wrong in this town and they had no right to come after her. She didnât even realize she was being scolded. Cristina didnât get scolded, she wasnât a child. And even her parents didnât dare to raise their voice against her. Sheâd absolutely destroy them if they dared. âThat was the original plan, but now iâm not so sure.â She laughed as he called Ed a bastard. She knew he was. She absolutely did.
âI know. Youâll be hard pressed to find yourself a polite hunter in this world, especially when theyâre just humans-with-a-hobby. They always think they can do whatever the hell they want without any consequences. Watch way too many of those supernatural shows on the telly,â he added with a sigh (oh god, he really did sound like a grandpa, didnât he?). Jordan had been on his best behaviour for years now but he offered her a little smirk, leaning in conspiratorially. âIf they try again, Iâll help you teach them some manners.â After all, not everything had to end in a bloodbath. He hoped. Some time after the 1920s, after meeting Eddieâs then-current lady of the hour (and still, shockingly enough, in their way) and her kids, Jordan had started to lecture. He could do stern, he could do âdisappointed dadâ. Cristina was dangerous but to Jordan, he saw a vamp that needed a reminder to take care of herself. He couldnât help it. Damn, heâd gone soft. âI like the ânot so sureâ part of that. Iâm still hoping he gets bored and fucks right off before itâs too late... How have you been anyway, Calero, hm?â
independent-ayeshaâ.
[ Were all of her various ex lovers going to be in this town?? That could be awkward.] Jordan? ⊠I suppose I shouldnât be too surprised to see you, Iâm sure weâre all here for the same reasons after all.Â
I- Yeah, itâs ah... Itâs me. Ha, you have no idea. If I had a dollar for every old--- Well, letâs just say Iâd have quite enough to get by. Right. Truthfully, Iâve actually lived here for a year and a half, almost. Ran away to get out of Eddieâs blast zone of general arsehole-ery. Hasnât worked out for me, obviously. Did he...? I mean, did you just pick up on the rumours or is this a âRSVPâ thing?
You look good.
misssylviedupontâ.
Indeed. The biggest tragedy since the loss of Queen Victoria herself. Or if the Eiffel Tower suddenly vanished. That might be more sad. [taking a glass] You enjoy spoiling me? You should have said so sooner. I would have been much more likely to spend time with you if I knew that. Santé mon ami.
Well, we can agree to disagree on what qualifies but I get what you mean. That would definitely be more sad though, youâre correct. [ laughs ] I didnât want you to be too keen about me, you know? I was a bit of a rogue back then. Youâd only be more infuriated if you knew I should have been coming around with gifts nevermind just the gift of- [ he gestured to himself ] me. Just kidding. Iâll admit, the wine and talking to you might be the only good thing about this whole thing.
misssylviedupontâ.
Well, of course I do. I wouldnât want anyone to be drinking subpar champagne on such a lovely night. Oh, Mr. Rickman, be careful. Youâre going to spoil me if you keep bringing me such nice little treats.
That would be the finest of tragedies, youâre right. No one here will ever know about all the good work you do and that is just heartbreaking. [ He was only teasing, of course. ] Well, I might just like to spoil you. Besides, who knows whatâd happen to you if you had to drink any of this off brand sh- stuff. [ Jordan poured two generous glasses, handing one to her. ] SantĂ©.
           So this is Havensdale. Huh, I guess I can see the appeal, itâs quaint, I guess I was just expecting somethingâŠ.more.
      The overly extensive woods arenât flashy enough for you? Just wait until you see what they come up with for the bake sa--- ... I- Ayesha?
a jordan + his kids moodboard >>> chris, alex & corey andrews (and the many other vampires heâs become a reluctant DadTM to, you know who you are)
cristinavampgirlcaleroâ;
Cristina shrugged. Not very pleased with why the argument started. Humans should stop living in the past and focus on the present. Itâs not like she still sobbed over things that happened fifthy years ago. âIâm fine, they didnât snap my neck.â She grinded her teeth. âThis time at least.â She couldnât help but feel annoyed, like a puddle of lava was bubbling inside of her and she was incapable of stopping it from overflowing. But she took a deep breath. She was older now and emotions didnât cause as much trouble as when she was first transformed. She could stay here with a cool head if she tried. But god would it hurt to kill one pathetic little human.Â
Jordan was impressed that she hadnât torn any throats out yet. That was growth. Although, if he listened very carefully heâd probably hear her teeth grind. âThey are an absolute nuisance, arenât they? People. Iâve always said so. Saying that, better to leave them be or get a few fair hits in than the alternative.â It was a lighthearted lecture and really he was just stalling before asking what he really wanted to know. All these old new faces in town- in Havensdale, where it all started- usually meant one thing. If Cristina was interested in his damned makerâs war... âI mean, youâve not hauled yourself all the way out here because you heard about big, bad âoriginal vampire and coâsâ plans for world domination, right? Because I can tell you right now, Eddieâs an absolute bastard. Not worth the time, definitely not worth the energy.â
HENRY GOLDING in Crazy Rich Asians (2018)
Fuck you
âThank you for being gentle.â
Cristina said as she rubbed over her chin. At least they didnât snap her neck this time. That was a bitch to heal. She hated the feeling of her body popping back to place. It hurts like a bitch too especially with the healing factor sheâd been granted as a vampire. âNow fuck you and run.â
It was like no matter where Jordan went, there was another unruly kid he felt responsible for. He had his own boys who were trapped between a rock and an evil place, little demons like Annelise running around and now there was Cristina Calero. Another vampire with a murky past. He held back a long suffering sigh, there by her side in the blink of a human eye but her assailant had, at least, been smart enough to run. âStaying out of trouble, I see.â Then, after a pause, âAre you okay, Cristina?â
Yeah- Yup, I- Yes, thatâs the ones. Corey, Alex and Chris actually. Mhm... PTA, you say? Thatâs ah, something Iâll sure think about. I- Oh, excuse me. I just saw someone I should really catch up with. Work stuff. Thanks, thank you---
[ With that, he finally managed to make his escape towards you--- ] Would you mind acting like I just came over here to ask you a very important question? I absolutely do not want to go back to that âPTAâ conversation.
misssylviedupont.
Well, this certainly is lovely. The champagne is a touch sweet, but I really shouldnât be complaining. Wait, you have something on your face. Right by your chin. Right thereâŠ
Look at you with everyoneâs well-being in mind, Miss Dupont. Havensdaleâs lucked into something with you around I think. [ grins ] Iâm still sure youâd love to be complaining though. [ holds a bottle up ] Something from the cellar if youâre interested.
Five Times Kissed ( Jordan & Edward )
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He was dying, that much was clear. Squeezed tightly into his palm were his best friend's dog tags: Jordan Rickman. Both didn't have anyone else. They'd left behind no one, given their lives over to some bloody mess and for what? He couldn't remember at this point which was almost nice. Huh, so this is how it ends? Take away all the blood and screaming and it was almost peaceful.
Almost.
At least his wounds didn't hurt as much now which, in hindsight, wasn't a good sign. This whole dying thing was taking its sweet time... Or had he lost his touch with reality, with time? The screams had quietened at least. He'd fought the good fight â a bitter smile may have tried to cross his lips. All he'd ever been good for, good at had been fighting. Bloody knuckles and a lost soul; this is all it had amounted to.
Maybe he should have stayed home, not broken his mother's heart.
His vision was blurred, he couldn't make out the shape but the blonde hair (longer, then) curtained his face and the last thing he heard was in a language he didn't know, yet.
In a way, Edward had given him the kiss of life. Or was it the bite?
ya know how jordan has 100000 love interests??? so i was thinking....it can only make sense...to change him to the most handsome man~