13/08/2012
I wrote this while pretending to tidy my bedroom, so I'm not sure how good it is. I don't know whether to leave this as a one shot or do another part, possibly from Giles perspective? If anyone's actually reading this could you let me know what you think?
Waiting for Buffy
I look at the TV blankly; waiting for my daughter to come home so I can go to bed safe in the knowledge that for tonight at least she is safe, tonight she is alive.
I flinch as a horror film comes on, something to do with zombies. I hope that isn't what she is faced with tonight. Trying not to dwell on it I move into the kitchen to make myself coffee; pulling up a chair I sit by the window prepared for a long wait. Yet happy to wait so long as my baby girl comes home.
It's strange to think that I will probably out live my daughter. When she first ran away Willow had let slip how short her life would be, I had been all ready to, once again, shout at Mr Giles about it, but when I mentioned it the mask had slipped, just a little, showing how much her truly cared about my daughter and how her death would destroy him too. Still for a while with the thought of her death driving me insane I had tried to stop her slaying, it was only after she nearly died at my own hands that I came to the realization that there was nothing I could do to stop her, evil was around and she could no more ignore it than I could stop worrying about her. It was then that I simply started to cherish every second I had with her and try to support her all I can.
My thoughts were interrupted as a vampire ran down our street, and I paused in indecision, I had plenty of weapons and had even trained a little, a very little, with Mr Giles. But my lessons had been about self-defence and running away; my weapons about the same, though of course if I wanted to I could use some of my Daughters.
As I stood there unsure of what to do I saw Buffy running at top speed (which is quite impressive) after the vampire, hot on his tail. Sighing I sat back down Buffy was chasing after what I, even in my secure house, had been afraid off. Settling down I imagined how the fight would play out between Buffy and the Vampire.
Buffy. My daughter the superhero.
