See the Light
"Ah, Buffy." Giles said as the young blond came into the library. At first sight, most would see her as the typical flaky teenage girl who only knew about fashion and popularity. But once you got to actually know her, she was quite pleasant to be around...Well as long as she didn't talk a million words per second.
Actually it was interesting to read his first Watcher Diary entries. He put in quite a few crude words in it about his first thoughts on her. Yes she did put on an interesting first appearance.
Today she didn't look at all like herself though. She seemed more worried then usual and she hadn't dressed up in the latest American teen fad. No, in fact she wore gray sweat pants, a blue tank top, and a gray zip-up jacket. Dark circles showed under her eyes, which she usually kept hidden under makeup, now seemed to intensify how tired she looked.
"Okay Giles, we have to find out about that demon. Three kids were brutally murdered last night adding to the already massive list of our Yearbook Memorial Page. All attacked with the same wild kitty scrapes. I'm guessing same three horned demon." Buffy said to him jumping up on one of the tables and looking over at him.
"Yes, I heard about that. I still have no current leads. There are a lot of demons with sharp claws and three horns." Giles reminded her. "Where's Xander? He usually comes about the time you come."
"Ah, good ol' Xander. He wasn't feeling well, so he went home to rest his eyes." Buffy nodded.
Giles began to wonder if this demon had anything to do with the recent hospital attendance. Shaking his head, it sounded too ridiculous. This demon tore people apart while the people in the hospital just showed signs of sickness.
"So, research USA here we come." Buffy told him hopping off the table.
* * * * *
Xander pushed all his dirty clothes off his bed and then fell on top of it. His head felt as though someone had hammered a spike through his brain and the scratch on his arm burned like hot ashes. Earlier in class it felt like the whole room spun around him. That wasn't a good feeling to have while taking your calculus test.
Upstairs his parents yelled at each other at the top of their lungs, so he had no hope of sleeping. They hadn't even noticed that he had come home earlier. His dad grunted to him and his mother just said hi. That was how his family acted towards him everyday. They hadn't cared about him since he was... Well he didn't even remember the last time they actually seemed to care.
Throwing the pillow over his head, he tried to fall asleep.
* * * * *
"...And Oz?" Buffy asked pushing her hands into her pockets. The cold night air that blew on her exposed skin made her shiver. She hadn't had anything to fight all night. Tonight was definitely boring.
Oz shrugged. "I'm free. Got nothing else to do. I'll probable go back with Willow since nothing seems to be happening."
Willow grinned and kissed Oz on the cheek. Yeah, Buffy was happy for them although they reminded her of her singleness. She had always dreamed of having the perfect man who understood about her Slayer life and didn't care. The guy would be normal in mortal terms, but liked to do dangerous things. She liked guys with Grrr as he ex-friend had said. In fact, she was basically describing her relationship before Angel. Pike. Pike was a different story. He had left her without much of a good-bye. It still hurt her to think about it.
"So this is my house." Willow stated snapping Buffy back to the real world.
"Yeah, I better go make sure she gets into the house safely." Oz grinned casually.
Buffy waved them off. "I'm beat, I'll see you guys later."
* * * * *
Joyce always worried. She was a women who liked to worry... well she didn't like to worry but, she just worried. Being the mother of the Slayer hadn't helped matters. Every night she'd sit up until her daughter got home from her nightly patrol. Every time she came home, it meant her daughter was safe from harms way until the next night when she'd have to put herself between humanity and the forces of evil.
Last night her daughter had come in around ten and looked incredibly tired. The other night she had scratches and bruises all over. Most had already healed, only the deepest scratch stayed visible. Something about a three horned demon and not to worry about it. Her daughter thought of slaying as a light but annoying job, or at least that's what Joyce's perspective was on her daughter's attitude towards her duty. She waved off her mother's worry and always said it was nothing to worry about.
She noticed that the clock read seven o'clock , her daughter hadn't woken up yet. Joyce shuffled down the hall towards Buffy's room. Quietly opening the door, she saw that the room was an absolute mess. Hadn't she told Buffy to clean her room two days ago?
Buffy lay in her bed sound asleep. Her chest slowly rose and fell at a steady pace. Joyce always thought her daughter was beautiful, but when she slept, she looked like an angel. All the worry and angst expressions her daughter always seemed to have on were erased, now only peace sat upon her.
Sighing, she figured she better wake her daughter up for school. "Buffy, time to get up."
Her daughter moaned incoherently and then slowly sat up. Smiling, Joyce went back to her daily morning routine. Today would be a good day, she'd make it a good day.
Coming up:
"Not feeling well?" Oz asked not pushing for her to answer. If she wanted to answer she could.
"Yeah, last night I barely slept. I haven't been able to focus on school work. I think I've caught what Xander has." Buffy sighed again.
"Ah, Buffy." Giles said as the young blond came into the library. At first sight, most would see her as the typical flaky teenage girl who only knew about fashion and popularity. But once you got to actually know her, she was quite pleasant to be around...Well as long as she didn't talk a million words per second.
Actually it was interesting to read his first Watcher Diary entries. He put in quite a few crude words in it about his first thoughts on her. Yes she did put on an interesting first appearance.
Today she didn't look at all like herself though. She seemed more worried then usual and she hadn't dressed up in the latest American teen fad. No, in fact she wore gray sweat pants, a blue tank top, and a gray zip-up jacket. Dark circles showed under her eyes, which she usually kept hidden under makeup, now seemed to intensify how tired she looked.
"Okay Giles, we have to find out about that demon. Three kids were brutally murdered last night adding to the already massive list of our Yearbook Memorial Page. All attacked with the same wild kitty scrapes. I'm guessing same three horned demon." Buffy said to him jumping up on one of the tables and looking over at him.
"Yes, I heard about that. I still have no current leads. There are a lot of demons with sharp claws and three horns." Giles reminded her. "Where's Xander? He usually comes about the time you come."
"Ah, good ol' Xander. He wasn't feeling well, so he went home to rest his eyes." Buffy nodded.
Giles began to wonder if this demon had anything to do with the recent hospital attendance. Shaking his head, it sounded too ridiculous. This demon tore people apart while the people in the hospital just showed signs of sickness.
"So, research USA here we come." Buffy told him hopping off the table.
* * * * *
Xander pushed all his dirty clothes off his bed and then fell on top of it. His head felt as though someone had hammered a spike through his brain and the scratch on his arm burned like hot ashes. Earlier in class it felt like the whole room spun around him. That wasn't a good feeling to have while taking your calculus test.
Upstairs his parents yelled at each other at the top of their lungs, so he had no hope of sleeping. They hadn't even noticed that he had come home earlier. His dad grunted to him and his mother just said hi. That was how his family acted towards him everyday. They hadn't cared about him since he was... Well he didn't even remember the last time they actually seemed to care.
Throwing the pillow over his head, he tried to fall asleep.
* * * * *
"...And Oz?" Buffy asked pushing her hands into her pockets. The cold night air that blew on her exposed skin made her shiver. She hadn't had anything to fight all night. Tonight was definitely boring.
Oz shrugged. "I'm free. Got nothing else to do. I'll probable go back with Willow since nothing seems to be happening."
Willow grinned and kissed Oz on the cheek. Yeah, Buffy was happy for them although they reminded her of her singleness. She had always dreamed of having the perfect man who understood about her Slayer life and didn't care. The guy would be normal in mortal terms, but liked to do dangerous things. She liked guys with Grrr as he ex-friend had said. In fact, she was basically describing her relationship before Angel. Pike. Pike was a different story. He had left her without much of a good-bye. It still hurt her to think about it.
"So this is my house." Willow stated snapping Buffy back to the real world.
"Yeah, I better go make sure she gets into the house safely." Oz grinned casually.
Buffy waved them off. "I'm beat, I'll see you guys later."
* * * * *
Joyce always worried. She was a women who liked to worry... well she didn't like to worry but, she just worried. Being the mother of the Slayer hadn't helped matters. Every night she'd sit up until her daughter got home from her nightly patrol. Every time she came home, it meant her daughter was safe from harms way until the next night when she'd have to put herself between humanity and the forces of evil.
Last night her daughter had come in around ten and looked incredibly tired. The other night she had scratches and bruises all over. Most had already healed, only the deepest scratch stayed visible. Something about a three horned demon and not to worry about it. Her daughter thought of slaying as a light but annoying job, or at least that's what Joyce's perspective was on her daughter's attitude towards her duty. She waved off her mother's worry and always said it was nothing to worry about.
She noticed that the clock read seven o'clock , her daughter hadn't woken up yet. Joyce shuffled down the hall towards Buffy's room. Quietly opening the door, she saw that the room was an absolute mess. Hadn't she told Buffy to clean her room two days ago?
Buffy lay in her bed sound asleep. Her chest slowly rose and fell at a steady pace. Joyce always thought her daughter was beautiful, but when she slept, she looked like an angel. All the worry and angst expressions her daughter always seemed to have on were erased, now only peace sat upon her.
Sighing, she figured she better wake her daughter up for school. "Buffy, time to get up."
Her daughter moaned incoherently and then slowly sat up. Smiling, Joyce went back to her daily morning routine. Today would be a good day, she'd make it a good day.
Coming up:
"Not feeling well?" Oz asked not pushing for her to answer. If she wanted to answer she could.
"Yeah, last night I barely slept. I haven't been able to focus on school work. I think I've caught what Xander has." Buffy sighed again.