This is a sequel to "Normal is Highly Overrated." I wanted to write
something that took place many years after that when Buffy's daughter is a
teenager. This would be about 12 years later from when the other story
ended. I didn't really have many ideas for it at first so I'm not sure how
it worked out, but I tried. I know a lot of people liked the first story,
so feel free to let me know how I did on this one=)
Chapter 1
Emily Summers was walking down the boring streets of Cleveland, Ohio at night. She was heading home from a party that she went to with her friends. She looked at her watch and cursed. "Damn, my mother is going to kill me." She said to no one as she kept walking. She stopped when she heard footsteps behind her and turned to see nothing. She just shrugged it off and kept walking. She had long, curly brown hair that hung loosely down her back and black clothing which she got into recently. She blamed her friend for that. He was always dressed in black leather all the time and it just rubbed off. She dyed her hair a few months ago because she didn't like being a blonde. Her mother wasn't happy that she did it without her permission and she got grounded for a week after that. At least her mom didn't make her dye it back. She also knew her mother would freak if she saw the small tattoo that she got on her ankle recently. A friend of hers talked her into it and at first she wasn't for it, but then agreed because she didn't want to seem like a baby that couldn't take a little pain. She continued walking when she heard the footsteps again. She turned around and glared into the night. "Okay, I really don't have time for this. Show yourself." Emily looked around and she still didn't see anyone. She rolled her eyes and turned around only to bump into a vampire.
"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing. How bout a taste?" The vampire said and Emily again rolled her eyes.
"Is that the best you can do? I mean seriously, I know of human guys that have better lines than that." Emily said and that seemed to piss the vampire off.
"A feisty one aren't you, I like that in a girl." He said as he attacked her and knocked her to the ground. When he had her pinned underneath him he lowered his fangs to her neck. Emily then kicked him off of her and he flew into a wall. She then pulled out her favorite stake and charged at the vampire. She punched him a few times because he annoyed her, then she plunged the stake into his chest and watched as he turned into dust.
"Never get tired of that." Emily said as she put her stake away and turned around only to bump into someone else and this one was familiar. "Oh, hi Spike." Emily said and the man whose hair was now longer and darker than usual just stared at her.
"What the hell are you doing?" He exclaimed and she just shrugged.
"It's called staking a vampire. I mean I know you haven't been in the game for a while, but I would think you wouldn't forget what staking a vampire looks like." Spike just glared at her again.
"I know what it was, Emily. I mean what are you doing here? It's late; your mum is probably worried about you." Emily rolled her eyes; she really hated how overprotective everyone was with her.
"I just lost track of time and the vampire came out of nowhere and made me even later. It's not that big of a deal, lighten up. I'm still alive as you can see." Spike rolled his eyes also and grabbed her arm.
"Let's just get you home, and one more thing." Spike said as he looked at her. "Don't use that tone with me again, got it?" Emily nodded.
"Yes, sir." She said as she saluted and tried not to laugh at the serious expression on Spike's face. Spike just sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"I'm getting too old for this." He stated as he grabbed her arm again and they both headed home.
Chapter 1
Emily Summers was walking down the boring streets of Cleveland, Ohio at night. She was heading home from a party that she went to with her friends. She looked at her watch and cursed. "Damn, my mother is going to kill me." She said to no one as she kept walking. She stopped when she heard footsteps behind her and turned to see nothing. She just shrugged it off and kept walking. She had long, curly brown hair that hung loosely down her back and black clothing which she got into recently. She blamed her friend for that. He was always dressed in black leather all the time and it just rubbed off. She dyed her hair a few months ago because she didn't like being a blonde. Her mother wasn't happy that she did it without her permission and she got grounded for a week after that. At least her mom didn't make her dye it back. She also knew her mother would freak if she saw the small tattoo that she got on her ankle recently. A friend of hers talked her into it and at first she wasn't for it, but then agreed because she didn't want to seem like a baby that couldn't take a little pain. She continued walking when she heard the footsteps again. She turned around and glared into the night. "Okay, I really don't have time for this. Show yourself." Emily looked around and she still didn't see anyone. She rolled her eyes and turned around only to bump into a vampire.
"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing. How bout a taste?" The vampire said and Emily again rolled her eyes.
"Is that the best you can do? I mean seriously, I know of human guys that have better lines than that." Emily said and that seemed to piss the vampire off.
"A feisty one aren't you, I like that in a girl." He said as he attacked her and knocked her to the ground. When he had her pinned underneath him he lowered his fangs to her neck. Emily then kicked him off of her and he flew into a wall. She then pulled out her favorite stake and charged at the vampire. She punched him a few times because he annoyed her, then she plunged the stake into his chest and watched as he turned into dust.
"Never get tired of that." Emily said as she put her stake away and turned around only to bump into someone else and this one was familiar. "Oh, hi Spike." Emily said and the man whose hair was now longer and darker than usual just stared at her.
"What the hell are you doing?" He exclaimed and she just shrugged.
"It's called staking a vampire. I mean I know you haven't been in the game for a while, but I would think you wouldn't forget what staking a vampire looks like." Spike just glared at her again.
"I know what it was, Emily. I mean what are you doing here? It's late; your mum is probably worried about you." Emily rolled her eyes; she really hated how overprotective everyone was with her.
"I just lost track of time and the vampire came out of nowhere and made me even later. It's not that big of a deal, lighten up. I'm still alive as you can see." Spike rolled his eyes also and grabbed her arm.
"Let's just get you home, and one more thing." Spike said as he looked at her. "Don't use that tone with me again, got it?" Emily nodded.
"Yes, sir." She said as she saluted and tried not to laugh at the serious expression on Spike's face. Spike just sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"I'm getting too old for this." He stated as he grabbed her arm again and they both headed home.