It's In The Eyes
Lunch was fun. It always was, even if it was just something to take her mind off … well, everything. Glory, her mother's sickness, the unending stream of demons and vampires all thinking they could take her on…
She had left the restaurant a little earlier than usual. She had had a twinge.
She sometimes got twinges. They usually meant nothing, but sometimes…
A memory flashed through her mind. Faith. The senator. If she'd reacted, Faith would most probably be with them today, instead of…
Jail.
Sometimes they were worth checking out. And besides, lunch had taken nearly three hours.
The key entered the lock, and twisted around, giving a tiny clicking sound as the door swung open.
She knew something was wrong.
She knew it the moment she stepped into the house.
She knew it perhaps even before she stepped into the house.
There was something dark, something damp hanging over the house.
She stepped in cautiously, and as she did, the stench hit her.
That stench.
The stench she knew all too well, one she'd become incredibly accustomed to in her five long years of slaying whatever hell decided to spit up at her.
The stench of death.
She set down her bag, not bothering to close the door behind her.
She walked slowly down the hall, stopping at the door of the lounge-room.
The couch was facing away from her. She could see a few tufts of her mother's hair sticking up.
She didn't bother to call out. Instead, she made her way across the room, and turned to face her mother.
her eyes her eyes oh god what's wrong with her eyes they're different, she's different, what's wrong what's wrong what on earth is wrong oh god ohgod oh god oh god ohgodohgodhereyeshereyesherEYES
A single tear made it's way down her shell-shocked face. Five minutes ago, she hadn't a care in the world, and now…
"Mommy?"