Mom
I strode through the graveyard, remembering the frayed fragments of my life. I was just a normal kid. I loved handing out with my brothers and friends. Then came the shocking news.
I was adopted. Twelve years ago my mom got herself pregnant. She couldn't take care of me, so she set me up for adoption.
I set off to find my mom. She lived in an apartment in Los Angeles. L.A. seemed so far away from my home in West Virginia.
I started living with her. Mom seemed strange, especially around me, but I figured she was just nervous.
Then came the fateful day when I was late coming home. It was dark and I didn't know the area. I felt the creepy feeling of an ice cold hand grabbing my arm and pulling me into an alley. I tried to scream but couldn't with the stranger's hand clutching my throat.
Suddenly my captor gave a shrill cry and released its hold on me. I realized numbly that my kidnapper was a she.
Mom stood with the moonlight shining on her face. She had rescued me.
"Don't touch my son", she growled. She pulled something sharp out of her back pocket. Then; almost as if she had been doing it her whole life (maybe she had), my mother threw the weapon at her target. Soon all that remained of our enemy was a pile of dirt where she had stood.
"Mom", I chocked, "What…"
"She was a vampire," my mom said. "I killed her."
Barely a week later, Mom was found dead. She had suffered from blood loss and had a strange bite mark on her neck.
Now here I am, at a graveyard, watching a vampire rise from his grave. I slip a stake from my pocket. It was the same one my mom had used. I take a deep breath. I am ready. I plunge.
This is for you, Mom.
A/N: This is my second story and my first Buffy fic. I wrote it for a school project last Halloween. It seemed longer on paper. Can anyone guess who the mom is? I'll give you a hint- the last name starts with L. I'd like to dedicate this to one of my best friends, Wally. It's his thirteenth birthday today. Happy birthday, Wally!