Angel
Disclaimers: No, I own nothing. Well, actually I own Angelica but I am not making money off her. So if anyone wants to use her they can. (Want, Take, Have.)
Summary: Buffy's daughter's POV after Buffy's death. She makes a phone call.
My Mom said I was her everything. I will always believe it.
What I could never believe is that she was my mom. I mean, if Auntie Dawn had never told me about following the nurse till she tagged me I would of thought she found me in a garbage can. Why, we didn't look alike was just one of one of my worries.
I always wondered why she wouldn't let anyone call me Angel. It is the normal nickname for Angelica. But she just about killed anyone who called me that in front of her. When she was alive, anyway. Now after she's gone I know why we didn't look alike and why I never was Angel. It's my father's name.
That's all I have of him, a name and a silly card. It's for his work.
Maybe the card isn't so stupid. It does have a phone number. So now it's a smart, non-silly card.
Should I call him? What would I say? "Hi, it's Angelica Summers, your daughter. Oh, and Buffy, my mom, is dead. How have you been the past fourteen years?" He'd hang up, or worst talk to me.
But I can't stop myself you see; I'm already dialing the phone number. If I'm smart I should hang up now. That would be a good thing if I could stop.
"Hello?" A husky male voice asks.
What should I say? I take a deep breath and begin.
"Angel, it's Angel."