"Buffy!" Kaatje called out later that afternoon. "Hey, Buffy, wait up!"
Buffy stopped in mid-step and turned around just in time to see an even more outlandishly styled Kaatje Skinner halt in front of her. The principal's daughter had on rainbow fishnet stockings, feather-trimmed Mary Janes in patent pink leather, earrings that resembled Christmas baubles, and a massive turquoise rock in her nose. Her hair was in five different ponytails.
"Hey," Buffy greeted her acquaintance, giving her a soft smile. "What's up?"
"Ooh, well, nothing. Just, you know, wanted to see how your second day of school was, and all."
Buffy wrinkled her nose as the girls fell in step together. They had discovered the day before that their sixth period classes fell next to each other, hence the girls had some hangout time between them. "Let's just say that yesterday was better."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Was late. And then, well, you know, bad impression on Ski- Principal Skinner. You know, burned down my old gym, late here. I'm sure she's gonna kick me out by the end of this week."
"Hmm, no, I don't think so Buffy. Mom's never really expelled a student. I mean, she does detention and stuff -"
"Which I have."
"- but she's never expelled anyone. You have detention? On your second day?!"
"Your mom loves me so much she wants two hours with me after school," the Slayer dryly stated as she leaned against a locker next to her classroom.
Kaatje laughed. "Hmm, you know, if you like, I could talk her out of it."
"Oh, hey, no, you so don't have to do that. I can like totally do detention. It's just like...being a Jew during the Holocaust in a pit full of Nazis. Oh god, I don't want to do this. But hey, I'm the Slay-I mean, I'm the slacker...of after-school hours, hence, you know, detention good. Good detention."
"I'll talk to my mom."
"No, really.."
"I insist Buffy."
The fair-haired girl nodded appreciatively. "If you want to."
"I do. But, for now, class."
"Yeah, class."
"Meet me after this period and we'll talk to her, k?"
"Alright. Till then, girlfriend."
"Bye."
*** An hour later found Buffy and Kaatje standing inside Gretchen Skinner's office, Buffy idly wondering whether or not Skinner could possibly hate her worse for having Kaatje try to cancel Buffy's detention, and Kaatje herself wondering what her mother could have against Buffy.
Skinner, who was marking some papers, looked up as the two girls stopped in front of her desk, and her eyes brightening at the sight of her daughter and narrowing at the sight of the Slayer. "Kaatje. Miss Summers," Skinner greeted both girls, her voice a little more bitter when she said Buffy's name. "How may I help you?"
"Mom, about Buffy's detention -"
"No."
"But Mom, she's new! I mean, you can't possibly punish her on her second day of school. Not after what she's been through!"
"Kaatje, I understand very well that your new friend has been through some...hell....but really now, she is a juvenile delinquent, and I believe that some punishment is in order for her."
"Umm, okay, hello, standing right here?" Buffy said. "And, punishment? Listen Skinner, puni-"
"Buffy. Stop," Kaatje nudged her. She then turned to her mother and said, "Mom, please. Just this once? I won't ask for Buffy again, but...you know, first week? Come on..."
Skinner sighed. Kaatje could be stubborn, and seeing as she didn't have very many friends, it made sense that she would do something sweet for Buffy to make friends with her. But, Skinner thought, she didn't want her daughter to get too close to the new girl. Things would become too complicated. But, she supposed, for now it would be alright. She might have need of Buffy later, and she didn't want the Slayer to outright hate her, though there was much animosity between the two females already. Oh well, she'd just have to have a chat with Kaatje that night.
"Fine," the principal agreed vocally. "Buffy, you're detention is cancelled. But just this once. And don't let this go to you head either. I won't let my daughter come and do this many more times. You may go now."
Buffy nodded pertly, not trusting her tongue to really say anything more. She then turned on her heel and started to leave the office, with Kaatje, who quickly kissed her mother on the cheek, following out behind her.
***
"Nyugh!" Kaatje yelled that night as she threw her slender body against a large, stuffed dummy. Kaatje was dressed in a simple pair of black sweats and a funky, multi-colored tank. Her Keds were also multi-colored, and her hair was plastered to her face, dripping wet with sweat. She was in the basement of the Bel Air mansion she shared with her mother, physically training as her mother guided her through various martial arts kata.
Kaatje had been training like this for as long as she could remember. Her mother had trained her well in karate, tae kwon do, judo, kickboxing, tai chi, yoga, and other various martial arts and physical exercises. Her mother had always told her that she had big plans for the young girl, but what, Kaatje had never really known. She knew that it concerned some ancient prophecy, and something called the Chosen One, but what exactly, Kaatje had never really known. The fifteen-year-old knew, though, that it had something to do with a mole on her shoulder, something her mother had referred to simply as 'the Mark' and something that her mother was very excited about. Kaatje had just followed in her mother's footsteps, doing what her mother wanted of her. Her way of being herself was, obviously, her style of dress.
"Kaatje, you can take a break now," Skinner commanded, taking a seat on a metal folding chair. Kaatje got down on the ground and crossed her legs Indian-style, and took a gulp from a bottle of lemon ice water. "We need to have a talk, child," Skinner said to her daughter.
"Yes, Mom?" Kaatje asked quite sweetly. Kaatje usually obeyed her mother and was very loyal to her. The two had never been extremely close, but the love had always been there.
"It's about your new friend? Buffy? I don't think she's the right influence for you, Kaatje."
"Well, why not, Mom? I barely even know her yet, and you-"
"Barely know her either, I know. But there is something rather...off about her, Kaatje, something I don't quite trust. I just rather you wouldn't become too friendly with her."
"Mom, I am fifteen now. Old enough to choose my own friends. And I really don't think you have any right to judge Buffy. Sure, she got kicked out of Hemery. But that doesn't make her a bad person, does it? I mean...people make mistakes."
"And that's why I'm here, to stop you from making them. And I'm warning you, making friends with Buffy is a big mistake. She'll hinder your process in becoming the Slayer!"
"How?!"
"Nothing. Never mind," Skinner replied, wishing she'd bite her tongue. "All I meant was, you can't make friends, Kaatje. If you want to be the Vampire Slayer, you can't have any friends. You know the rules."
"Well, maybe I'm sick of the rules Mom!" Kaatje bellowed, standing up. "Maybe for once, I just wanna be normal! I mean, hey, it's hard enough being the principal's daughter! I can't- Oh, Augh!" Kaatje screamed, and ran up the stairs of the basement, out into the kitchen, and then out the back door into the night.
Skinner stood up to run after her daughter, but Kaatje had youth on her side, and thus was far gone by the time Skinner reached the back door. Skinner sighed, leaning against the doorframe, wondering where she had suddenly gone wrong.
***
Note: Hey guys, sorry for the delay in updating. My computer was down for sometime, and I have everything stored on here. Anyway, as for the chapter before this? Chapter 8? I just want to clarify that I got most of the names for the Slayers off of the various Buffy the Vampire Slayer novels out there. There might only be one or two who I made up (aah, yeah, Kiki Kidman and Betty Spring). The rest are from the show and the various Buffy novels so...make outta that what you will. And hey, keep r&r-ing yeah! The updates will be sooner now! Peace Out!
*~*Amit*~*
Buffy stopped in mid-step and turned around just in time to see an even more outlandishly styled Kaatje Skinner halt in front of her. The principal's daughter had on rainbow fishnet stockings, feather-trimmed Mary Janes in patent pink leather, earrings that resembled Christmas baubles, and a massive turquoise rock in her nose. Her hair was in five different ponytails.
"Hey," Buffy greeted her acquaintance, giving her a soft smile. "What's up?"
"Ooh, well, nothing. Just, you know, wanted to see how your second day of school was, and all."
Buffy wrinkled her nose as the girls fell in step together. They had discovered the day before that their sixth period classes fell next to each other, hence the girls had some hangout time between them. "Let's just say that yesterday was better."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Was late. And then, well, you know, bad impression on Ski- Principal Skinner. You know, burned down my old gym, late here. I'm sure she's gonna kick me out by the end of this week."
"Hmm, no, I don't think so Buffy. Mom's never really expelled a student. I mean, she does detention and stuff -"
"Which I have."
"- but she's never expelled anyone. You have detention? On your second day?!"
"Your mom loves me so much she wants two hours with me after school," the Slayer dryly stated as she leaned against a locker next to her classroom.
Kaatje laughed. "Hmm, you know, if you like, I could talk her out of it."
"Oh, hey, no, you so don't have to do that. I can like totally do detention. It's just like...being a Jew during the Holocaust in a pit full of Nazis. Oh god, I don't want to do this. But hey, I'm the Slay-I mean, I'm the slacker...of after-school hours, hence, you know, detention good. Good detention."
"I'll talk to my mom."
"No, really.."
"I insist Buffy."
The fair-haired girl nodded appreciatively. "If you want to."
"I do. But, for now, class."
"Yeah, class."
"Meet me after this period and we'll talk to her, k?"
"Alright. Till then, girlfriend."
"Bye."
*** An hour later found Buffy and Kaatje standing inside Gretchen Skinner's office, Buffy idly wondering whether or not Skinner could possibly hate her worse for having Kaatje try to cancel Buffy's detention, and Kaatje herself wondering what her mother could have against Buffy.
Skinner, who was marking some papers, looked up as the two girls stopped in front of her desk, and her eyes brightening at the sight of her daughter and narrowing at the sight of the Slayer. "Kaatje. Miss Summers," Skinner greeted both girls, her voice a little more bitter when she said Buffy's name. "How may I help you?"
"Mom, about Buffy's detention -"
"No."
"But Mom, she's new! I mean, you can't possibly punish her on her second day of school. Not after what she's been through!"
"Kaatje, I understand very well that your new friend has been through some...hell....but really now, she is a juvenile delinquent, and I believe that some punishment is in order for her."
"Umm, okay, hello, standing right here?" Buffy said. "And, punishment? Listen Skinner, puni-"
"Buffy. Stop," Kaatje nudged her. She then turned to her mother and said, "Mom, please. Just this once? I won't ask for Buffy again, but...you know, first week? Come on..."
Skinner sighed. Kaatje could be stubborn, and seeing as she didn't have very many friends, it made sense that she would do something sweet for Buffy to make friends with her. But, Skinner thought, she didn't want her daughter to get too close to the new girl. Things would become too complicated. But, she supposed, for now it would be alright. She might have need of Buffy later, and she didn't want the Slayer to outright hate her, though there was much animosity between the two females already. Oh well, she'd just have to have a chat with Kaatje that night.
"Fine," the principal agreed vocally. "Buffy, you're detention is cancelled. But just this once. And don't let this go to you head either. I won't let my daughter come and do this many more times. You may go now."
Buffy nodded pertly, not trusting her tongue to really say anything more. She then turned on her heel and started to leave the office, with Kaatje, who quickly kissed her mother on the cheek, following out behind her.
***
"Nyugh!" Kaatje yelled that night as she threw her slender body against a large, stuffed dummy. Kaatje was dressed in a simple pair of black sweats and a funky, multi-colored tank. Her Keds were also multi-colored, and her hair was plastered to her face, dripping wet with sweat. She was in the basement of the Bel Air mansion she shared with her mother, physically training as her mother guided her through various martial arts kata.
Kaatje had been training like this for as long as she could remember. Her mother had trained her well in karate, tae kwon do, judo, kickboxing, tai chi, yoga, and other various martial arts and physical exercises. Her mother had always told her that she had big plans for the young girl, but what, Kaatje had never really known. She knew that it concerned some ancient prophecy, and something called the Chosen One, but what exactly, Kaatje had never really known. The fifteen-year-old knew, though, that it had something to do with a mole on her shoulder, something her mother had referred to simply as 'the Mark' and something that her mother was very excited about. Kaatje had just followed in her mother's footsteps, doing what her mother wanted of her. Her way of being herself was, obviously, her style of dress.
"Kaatje, you can take a break now," Skinner commanded, taking a seat on a metal folding chair. Kaatje got down on the ground and crossed her legs Indian-style, and took a gulp from a bottle of lemon ice water. "We need to have a talk, child," Skinner said to her daughter.
"Yes, Mom?" Kaatje asked quite sweetly. Kaatje usually obeyed her mother and was very loyal to her. The two had never been extremely close, but the love had always been there.
"It's about your new friend? Buffy? I don't think she's the right influence for you, Kaatje."
"Well, why not, Mom? I barely even know her yet, and you-"
"Barely know her either, I know. But there is something rather...off about her, Kaatje, something I don't quite trust. I just rather you wouldn't become too friendly with her."
"Mom, I am fifteen now. Old enough to choose my own friends. And I really don't think you have any right to judge Buffy. Sure, she got kicked out of Hemery. But that doesn't make her a bad person, does it? I mean...people make mistakes."
"And that's why I'm here, to stop you from making them. And I'm warning you, making friends with Buffy is a big mistake. She'll hinder your process in becoming the Slayer!"
"How?!"
"Nothing. Never mind," Skinner replied, wishing she'd bite her tongue. "All I meant was, you can't make friends, Kaatje. If you want to be the Vampire Slayer, you can't have any friends. You know the rules."
"Well, maybe I'm sick of the rules Mom!" Kaatje bellowed, standing up. "Maybe for once, I just wanna be normal! I mean, hey, it's hard enough being the principal's daughter! I can't- Oh, Augh!" Kaatje screamed, and ran up the stairs of the basement, out into the kitchen, and then out the back door into the night.
Skinner stood up to run after her daughter, but Kaatje had youth on her side, and thus was far gone by the time Skinner reached the back door. Skinner sighed, leaning against the doorframe, wondering where she had suddenly gone wrong.
***
Note: Hey guys, sorry for the delay in updating. My computer was down for sometime, and I have everything stored on here. Anyway, as for the chapter before this? Chapter 8? I just want to clarify that I got most of the names for the Slayers off of the various Buffy the Vampire Slayer novels out there. There might only be one or two who I made up (aah, yeah, Kiki Kidman and Betty Spring). The rest are from the show and the various Buffy novels so...make outta that what you will. And hey, keep r&r-ing yeah! The updates will be sooner now! Peace Out!
*~*Amit*~*