"Mom?"
The woman who stood before her grinned, and Chloe's mind racked. This
wasn't her mother, it couldn't be. Bringers had made sure she would never
see her again. It looked like her, her long dark hair and tan skin the
same hue. Her silver cross hanging from her neck, over the Our Lady Peace
concert tee shirt she'd bought the year before. She was as there as she
had been the day she died, as three dimensional as the body that had been
lying in the kitchen of their apartment mere moments before Mr. Giles had
come. But this wasn't her, she was nothing more than the visual.
"Hi, honey." the woman began to walk towards her. Chloe stepped back, her heart shaking with her body.
"You're not my Mother." The woman looked hurt, and a worried expression cast over her dark face.
"What?"
"You're the first, you look like her. b-but you're not." Chloe's voice shook, the desperation to see her mother again beginning to over lap logic.
"No, honey. I've only come to warn you."
"No" The woman's eyes turned angry and she moved her face right up to Chloe's.
"You'll listen to me, you'll listen to what I have to say. Things are coming, coming for you, Chloe. You need to get out of here. Nothing is going to save you."
"I can save me, if I'm chosen.."
Her mother laughed. "If you're chosen, honey you expecting to be chosen. Honey, slayers are visionary, strong people. And you just aren't."
Chloe's heart dropped into her stomach. Make it angry, she thought, make it take another form. Then you'll know. She'd do anything to stop it using her mother this way.
"You're the first." She said, the fear and anger washing off the look of shock on her face making the first grin. It'd known every emotion she'd felt for the last 3 days, but it amused her to see them try to display them.
The woman rolled her eyes and stood up a bit straighter "Alright, alright I am." She grinned at Chloe. Who's jaw had clenched so tightly she was scared her teeth would crumble. "Man, usually the whole dead mother thing gets people. You're a smart one, I'll give you that. Too bad brains won't do you any good." Chloe stared intensely at a piece of lint on the floor. "You're Mother was smart too. And look where it got her, pregnant at 16, by some junkie who'd leave her. A worthless daughter who left her alone to be slaughtered by my Hell Bringers. She was smart too, but all she turned out to be was an idiotic whore."
Chloe looked up at her with more hatred in she'd ever felt towards anyone. "Fuck you," The first gave her a pitying look
"you don't even..."
"We're gonna bring you down, you know." Chloe interrupted it. "Buffy and everyone else is gonna stop you. Buffy made that speech already."
A mist fell on her Mother's dark hair and skin and Buffy now stood before her. "Oh Chloe," it said, "some of these girls are gonna die and there's nothing I can do to stop it."
"Hi, honey." the woman began to walk towards her. Chloe stepped back, her heart shaking with her body.
"You're not my Mother." The woman looked hurt, and a worried expression cast over her dark face.
"What?"
"You're the first, you look like her. b-but you're not." Chloe's voice shook, the desperation to see her mother again beginning to over lap logic.
"No, honey. I've only come to warn you."
"No" The woman's eyes turned angry and she moved her face right up to Chloe's.
"You'll listen to me, you'll listen to what I have to say. Things are coming, coming for you, Chloe. You need to get out of here. Nothing is going to save you."
"I can save me, if I'm chosen.."
Her mother laughed. "If you're chosen, honey you expecting to be chosen. Honey, slayers are visionary, strong people. And you just aren't."
Chloe's heart dropped into her stomach. Make it angry, she thought, make it take another form. Then you'll know. She'd do anything to stop it using her mother this way.
"You're the first." She said, the fear and anger washing off the look of shock on her face making the first grin. It'd known every emotion she'd felt for the last 3 days, but it amused her to see them try to display them.
The woman rolled her eyes and stood up a bit straighter "Alright, alright I am." She grinned at Chloe. Who's jaw had clenched so tightly she was scared her teeth would crumble. "Man, usually the whole dead mother thing gets people. You're a smart one, I'll give you that. Too bad brains won't do you any good." Chloe stared intensely at a piece of lint on the floor. "You're Mother was smart too. And look where it got her, pregnant at 16, by some junkie who'd leave her. A worthless daughter who left her alone to be slaughtered by my Hell Bringers. She was smart too, but all she turned out to be was an idiotic whore."
Chloe looked up at her with more hatred in she'd ever felt towards anyone. "Fuck you," The first gave her a pitying look
"you don't even..."
"We're gonna bring you down, you know." Chloe interrupted it. "Buffy and everyone else is gonna stop you. Buffy made that speech already."
A mist fell on her Mother's dark hair and skin and Buffy now stood before her. "Oh Chloe," it said, "some of these girls are gonna die and there's nothing I can do to stop it."