Title: Until Now
Author: Charisma Brendon
Rating: PG-13 – (Oh, I'm sorry "K+") for a couple of bad words. Nothing major here.
Spoilers: There's nothing here that anyone reading this shouldn't have seen before anyway. (In other words, this is set in the second season.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the song. Oh, there's no song? Right.
A.N. - I know this has most likely been done but I guess I wanted to write my own. I was reading through The Watcher's Guide. On page five, there was a quote:
Buffy: "You named your stake?"
Kendra: (embarrassed) "Yes."
Buffy: "Remind me to get you a stuffed animal."
(-Becoming Part 1)
A.N. 2 - I'm still doing Lipgloss and Letdown. This is just a one-shot fic that I thought I'd get out to clear the crap out of my writing system. ;p
Note: Unbeta'd. Liz is goooooone, Sarah isn't on right now, and Jenn doesn't seem to have a messaging service and it didn't seem that important.
Something about a quiet night disturbed her. She thought that maybe, it was because, by now, she'd noticed that the worst things happened after a period of quietness. But then, the worst has already happened and the shit just kept hitting the fan.
It was almost hard to believe that this time yesterday, she was worried about grades, Snyder, Angelus and that damn "creamy rinse" shampoo that she just had to buy. - That was something she should have learned her lesson with. - And now...
Now she was wondering how everything could fall apart in such a short amount of time. Her mom found out about the whole Slayer thing (and sufficiently freaked out - telling her to get out and never come back) and Angelus tried to suck the world into Hell. Who does that? Honestly. To top the whole thing off, Buffymade an alliance with Spike. How do you like them sour apples?
I shouldn't be here.
That was really the only distinguishable thought running through her muddled mind. And, to be honest, she didn't care.
She didn't care that the night is so silent and unaware.
She didn't care that soon, she'd be leaving and not coming back.
She didn't care that her coat was way too heavy for the stifling Californian weather.
Right now, she didn't even care about the hash words she had exchanged with her mother.
No, I have something much more important right now.
Unconsciously, her hand tightened around the package she was carrying.
Bleh. For such a small town, it really takes a long-ass time to get around. What's that about?
No, no, no. Now really was not the time for sucky, unfunny jokes. She had a mission here.
City Morgue.
Deep breaths, in and out.
What should she say?
"Sorry I couldn't stop him? That he, once again, was responsible for the death of a friend?"
Sure, she knew that he didn't physically do it himself, but that doesn't change anything.
Should she apologize for slipping and falling into a trap meant for her friends so easily? It wouldn't be the first time it happened.
I guess all that's left now is...
"Goodbye." She covered her mouth to smother the sob threatening to come out.
As soon as she gained control over her emotions, she reached into the bag and pulled out her last gift for Kendra.
"I promised to get you something to replace your stake. So, meet Mr. Theodore Bear." She placed the small stuffed bear beside Kendra's hand.
With a soft sigh, she turned away and walked away, feeling lower than she had in a while.
