FAMILY MATTERS
As Buffy Summers stepped outside the doors of Sunnydale High School, a smile began to rise across the beautiful face that she owned, that was until she heard Principal Snyder's annoying little voice. "Err, Miss Summers." Snyder said in that voice that annoyed Buffy so much, ever since she first heard it. "Yes." Buffy replied abruptly. Buffy had no time for people like Snyder. "Just reminding you to be bright and early tomorrow morning." Snyder smiled and at that moment Buffy had to fight the urge to smack him one. Instead she kept her cool. "Am I ever late??" The Slayer replied and without even waiting for another annoying comment from the little Dwarf that had it in for her, turned around and paced out of the School grounds. On her way home, Buffy had promised to go and help her mother, Joyce, at the Art Gallery near-by. Luckily for Buffy this was en route so she was there in good time hopefully and with, if she was in luck, one happy mother waiting for her. As she turned the corner to have the Gallery in sight, Buffy stood there - frozen in shock at what she saw. In all Buffy's years of slaying, nothing had prepared her for this. What stood in front of her was such an image that brought tears to Buffy's eyes. There, lying helpless on the floor was Joyce Summers, Buffy's beloved Mom. Blood was dripping from what seemed like everywhere possible. "Buu-u-ff-y." Joyce managed to mumble in such a hurt and terrified voice that broke Buffy's heart. "Stay away Slayer, we do not need you interfering when we are so close." Stood over Joyce was such a terrifying demon. His skin was sun red and horrifying bubbles were popping all over his body. He had horns coming out of either side of his head. He sent a shiver down Buffy's spine. "MOM!!" Buffy shouted and came dashing towards her Mom and the demon towering over her. But even with Buffy's speed she gains from being the Slayer, she was not fast enough. Joyce and her capture vanished from the area and in a matter of seconds all that was there was the boxes of antiques Joyce was obviously carrying to her car. " Noooooooo.." Buffy screamed. Tears ran down her cheeks and she sank to the floor. Buffy could not believe what was happening. She would not allow herself to believe it. She just didn't have the energy to phone Giles, her Watcher, and get him to find out where her Mom had gone. Even though she knew this was exactly what she should do. But at the moment, as she just collapsed to the ground entirely with tears streaming down from her watery eyes, all her emotions were taking over her mind. With Buffy realizing this is not going to help her Mother in the slightest, she overcame her emotions and went to the nearest phone-box to inform Giles. As she slowly got up she realized that everyone else will have been in the gallery too and they will be injured as well as her Mother. Oh. My. God. Buffy thought, better call 911 too.
As Buffy Summers stepped outside the doors of Sunnydale High School, a smile began to rise across the beautiful face that she owned, that was until she heard Principal Snyder's annoying little voice. "Err, Miss Summers." Snyder said in that voice that annoyed Buffy so much, ever since she first heard it. "Yes." Buffy replied abruptly. Buffy had no time for people like Snyder. "Just reminding you to be bright and early tomorrow morning." Snyder smiled and at that moment Buffy had to fight the urge to smack him one. Instead she kept her cool. "Am I ever late??" The Slayer replied and without even waiting for another annoying comment from the little Dwarf that had it in for her, turned around and paced out of the School grounds. On her way home, Buffy had promised to go and help her mother, Joyce, at the Art Gallery near-by. Luckily for Buffy this was en route so she was there in good time hopefully and with, if she was in luck, one happy mother waiting for her. As she turned the corner to have the Gallery in sight, Buffy stood there - frozen in shock at what she saw. In all Buffy's years of slaying, nothing had prepared her for this. What stood in front of her was such an image that brought tears to Buffy's eyes. There, lying helpless on the floor was Joyce Summers, Buffy's beloved Mom. Blood was dripping from what seemed like everywhere possible. "Buu-u-ff-y." Joyce managed to mumble in such a hurt and terrified voice that broke Buffy's heart. "Stay away Slayer, we do not need you interfering when we are so close." Stood over Joyce was such a terrifying demon. His skin was sun red and horrifying bubbles were popping all over his body. He had horns coming out of either side of his head. He sent a shiver down Buffy's spine. "MOM!!" Buffy shouted and came dashing towards her Mom and the demon towering over her. But even with Buffy's speed she gains from being the Slayer, she was not fast enough. Joyce and her capture vanished from the area and in a matter of seconds all that was there was the boxes of antiques Joyce was obviously carrying to her car. " Noooooooo.." Buffy screamed. Tears ran down her cheeks and she sank to the floor. Buffy could not believe what was happening. She would not allow herself to believe it. She just didn't have the energy to phone Giles, her Watcher, and get him to find out where her Mom had gone. Even though she knew this was exactly what she should do. But at the moment, as she just collapsed to the ground entirely with tears streaming down from her watery eyes, all her emotions were taking over her mind. With Buffy realizing this is not going to help her Mother in the slightest, she overcame her emotions and went to the nearest phone-box to inform Giles. As she slowly got up she realized that everyone else will have been in the gallery too and they will be injured as well as her Mother. Oh. My. God. Buffy thought, better call 911 too.