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Chapter Two
I didn't quite understand what she meant. Why would she be afraid that my aunt was Jennifer Calendar? My aunt would never do anything to cause these people anger or sadness, so why did they look so upset at the sheer mention of her name. The pain I could sense in this room was making me horribly uncomfortable. I couldn't bear the silence.
"I'm sorry," I said confused, "I don't think I understand exactly what's going on here."
"No," Mr. Giles said finally, putting on his glasses, "I don't suppose you would now would you. You say that the only word that you've gotten from your aunt is this letter? Up until now that is."
Thinking back for a moment I suppose that was all that I'd received. All that I had from her for the past six months was a letter. It seemed strange know that he'd mentioned it. She used to write every month and at least e- mail me half a dozen times.
"Yes." I said plainly, "But why is that relevant."
When I said this, he looked down at his feet let out a sigh and looked back up at me with his eyes full of empathy.
"You see Rae," He started, "Your aunt was, well, she.she was-"
"A wonderful lady." Buffy interrupted, "Yep, we all thought she was a great gal. Always ready to help any way she could, looking out for us time and time again."
Why was she simply repeating things I already knew?
"She was practically like mother to me growing up. See my mother well, she, she was never around I guess and I was left to be raised by my grandparents. But since she had me so young, they always sort of resented me in a way. They said I was the reason my mother was gone and it was all me fault-" I stopped myself, realizing what I was getting into, "I apologize. I'm sure you don't want to hear this and I'm not sure that Jenny would want me to be telling you."
"No please, tell us." Giles said, "I'm sure she would've wanted us to know."
"Wait, what do you mean would've wanted?" I asked.
Then it just clicked. I could see her running through the halls of this school. Fear and anguish were her dominant feelings. A sharp pain in my neck caused me to cry out in pain.
"What's wrong with her Giles." I heard Buffy say.
Images of Angelus flashed before me. Some I could sense that he had a soul and with others he didn't.
"Rachel," I heard him call distantly, "Can you hear me? Say something."
Then it stopped. The visions. The pain. Everything. It stopped. There was a bright flash of light and it was over. I looked up to see Rupert staring down at me with a worried look on his face. Then he reached out his hand to help me up. I shook my head indicating I could get up on my own but found I needed his assistance after I stumbled and fell right back down.
He walked me over to the chair and sat me down making sure I was stable before joining Buffy on the opposite side. I knew know I'd have to explain myself, which is something I really don't enjoy doing ten minutes after meeting people.
"She's dead isn't she?" I said meekly. I looked up at the two of them and their expressions said it all. I could feel the burning tears swell up in my eyes. Shaking my head and rubbing my forehead I let the tears fall freely down my face. "I'm to late. It's my fault I-I should've been here, I could've stopped it. I could've stopped him."
"Hey," Buffy said empathetically, "You never could've known. There was nothing you, any of us for that matter, could've done."
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't just stand there and accept the fact that she was gone, gone and never coming back. It was my fault. No matter what anyone said. I could've done something. Anything.
"We know how you feel Rae," Rupert said comfortingly, "We all loved her."
"No, you-you don't understand," I started, holding back tears, between gasps, "She was always there for me. No matter what happened or how bad it was, nothing ever stopped her from making it right again. The one time she needed me, I could've been like her and I was off selfishly chasing my stupid dream. If I never went to Oxford I would've got to the letter quicker and I could've been here in time and made it better. Made it right." I let out a sigh, "It's my fault."
I didn't seem possible. Not her, not Jennifer Calendar. She was so strong-willed and stubborn. There was no way that she could be dead. I kept thinking of all the things we did and the things she'd never again get to do. I know she wouldn't want me to be upset she was gone but it wasn't exactly something I could simply brush off and forget.
"This may be a bit inappropriate, but I'm curious to know how you in fact knew she was, well, you know." Mr. Giles said inquisitively.
Just as I was about to explain myself to the watcher I glanced over at Buffy.
"I'm not sure I should tell you in front of her. She might not be ale to handle it." I told him.
He let out a small laugh saying, "She's probably more capable of handling it then I am."
Confused, I tried to make sence of it all. Then remembering my aunts letter I just looked at the girl. This small girl was the one who had been chosen to protect man-kind from the undead and I didn't even think she could handle my gift.
"You're the slayer," I said quite frankly, "You're Buffy."
When I said this both Giles and Buffy seemed a bit taken back. I couldn't imagine what they must've been thinking. I mean I just seemed to be an ordinary girl and then I start throwing around phrases like slayer.
"You mean," Mr. Giles said stuttering, "You mean you know about Buffy."
"Jenny mentioned it in her letter." I explained. Just saying her name tugged at my heart strings.
"Oh," he said rubbing his forehead, "I understand."
We stood there in silence for a few moments before I blurted out something I'd regret, "It was Angelus wasn't it."
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Chapter Two
I didn't quite understand what she meant. Why would she be afraid that my aunt was Jennifer Calendar? My aunt would never do anything to cause these people anger or sadness, so why did they look so upset at the sheer mention of her name. The pain I could sense in this room was making me horribly uncomfortable. I couldn't bear the silence.
"I'm sorry," I said confused, "I don't think I understand exactly what's going on here."
"No," Mr. Giles said finally, putting on his glasses, "I don't suppose you would now would you. You say that the only word that you've gotten from your aunt is this letter? Up until now that is."
Thinking back for a moment I suppose that was all that I'd received. All that I had from her for the past six months was a letter. It seemed strange know that he'd mentioned it. She used to write every month and at least e- mail me half a dozen times.
"Yes." I said plainly, "But why is that relevant."
When I said this, he looked down at his feet let out a sigh and looked back up at me with his eyes full of empathy.
"You see Rae," He started, "Your aunt was, well, she.she was-"
"A wonderful lady." Buffy interrupted, "Yep, we all thought she was a great gal. Always ready to help any way she could, looking out for us time and time again."
Why was she simply repeating things I already knew?
"She was practically like mother to me growing up. See my mother well, she, she was never around I guess and I was left to be raised by my grandparents. But since she had me so young, they always sort of resented me in a way. They said I was the reason my mother was gone and it was all me fault-" I stopped myself, realizing what I was getting into, "I apologize. I'm sure you don't want to hear this and I'm not sure that Jenny would want me to be telling you."
"No please, tell us." Giles said, "I'm sure she would've wanted us to know."
"Wait, what do you mean would've wanted?" I asked.
Then it just clicked. I could see her running through the halls of this school. Fear and anguish were her dominant feelings. A sharp pain in my neck caused me to cry out in pain.
"What's wrong with her Giles." I heard Buffy say.
Images of Angelus flashed before me. Some I could sense that he had a soul and with others he didn't.
"Rachel," I heard him call distantly, "Can you hear me? Say something."
Then it stopped. The visions. The pain. Everything. It stopped. There was a bright flash of light and it was over. I looked up to see Rupert staring down at me with a worried look on his face. Then he reached out his hand to help me up. I shook my head indicating I could get up on my own but found I needed his assistance after I stumbled and fell right back down.
He walked me over to the chair and sat me down making sure I was stable before joining Buffy on the opposite side. I knew know I'd have to explain myself, which is something I really don't enjoy doing ten minutes after meeting people.
"She's dead isn't she?" I said meekly. I looked up at the two of them and their expressions said it all. I could feel the burning tears swell up in my eyes. Shaking my head and rubbing my forehead I let the tears fall freely down my face. "I'm to late. It's my fault I-I should've been here, I could've stopped it. I could've stopped him."
"Hey," Buffy said empathetically, "You never could've known. There was nothing you, any of us for that matter, could've done."
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't just stand there and accept the fact that she was gone, gone and never coming back. It was my fault. No matter what anyone said. I could've done something. Anything.
"We know how you feel Rae," Rupert said comfortingly, "We all loved her."
"No, you-you don't understand," I started, holding back tears, between gasps, "She was always there for me. No matter what happened or how bad it was, nothing ever stopped her from making it right again. The one time she needed me, I could've been like her and I was off selfishly chasing my stupid dream. If I never went to Oxford I would've got to the letter quicker and I could've been here in time and made it better. Made it right." I let out a sigh, "It's my fault."
I didn't seem possible. Not her, not Jennifer Calendar. She was so strong-willed and stubborn. There was no way that she could be dead. I kept thinking of all the things we did and the things she'd never again get to do. I know she wouldn't want me to be upset she was gone but it wasn't exactly something I could simply brush off and forget.
"This may be a bit inappropriate, but I'm curious to know how you in fact knew she was, well, you know." Mr. Giles said inquisitively.
Just as I was about to explain myself to the watcher I glanced over at Buffy.
"I'm not sure I should tell you in front of her. She might not be ale to handle it." I told him.
He let out a small laugh saying, "She's probably more capable of handling it then I am."
Confused, I tried to make sence of it all. Then remembering my aunts letter I just looked at the girl. This small girl was the one who had been chosen to protect man-kind from the undead and I didn't even think she could handle my gift.
"You're the slayer," I said quite frankly, "You're Buffy."
When I said this both Giles and Buffy seemed a bit taken back. I couldn't imagine what they must've been thinking. I mean I just seemed to be an ordinary girl and then I start throwing around phrases like slayer.
"You mean," Mr. Giles said stuttering, "You mean you know about Buffy."
"Jenny mentioned it in her letter." I explained. Just saying her name tugged at my heart strings.
"Oh," he said rubbing his forehead, "I understand."
We stood there in silence for a few moments before I blurted out something I'd regret, "It was Angelus wasn't it."
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