The Heart of Hell
Rachel awoke beneath the heavy arm of her father on the couch. She had forgotten her and Angel had fallen asleep on the couch after her confession. She couldn't not forgive him before, before, well you know it just seemed so natural anyways. As much as she felt security in the arms of her daddy Rachel had to get moving if she was to do all the things she wanted to. Regrettably Rachel lifted her fathers arm off of her torso and watched it sag to the cushion above his head. Both of their chocolate locks were in an unruly mess and before anything was started that was to be fixed. She may be a corpse in another day but she would no sacrifice fashion.
As she was about to jut up the stairs she stopped in front of the big gaping window in the living room the window panes blessed with the beauty of the rising sun. Her last sunrise. It was funny how everything becomes so much more important when your days are limited. She could intimately describe the faint orange, the bursting pinks and shades of mellow yellow with such accuracy. It was too bad she didn't have an English essay due because this new found skill would be sure to ace the task. Just as she pondered the sun a car pulled up in the driveway, with a sense of curiosity Rachel came to the door.
"Hello? Who is it?" Rachel was frightened to open the door because she was very aware of what Giles had said about how she was a target but there was something about that voice, it was like she had heard it before but it just didn't register.
"Sweetie just open the door, put your trust in me." A calm and cool voice drifted to her ears and Rachel was mesmerized by the strangers voice. What was even weirder was that this stranger didn't feel like a stranger at all. All of these senses made her hand drift to the door and open it to whatever stood on the other side. As soon as the barrier of the door was out of the way Rachel almost shrieked.
"Now Rachel, that's not a way to greet your mother." The woman with the golden hair and green firey eyes wore a smile that twisted into a grin. It wasn't the kind of grin she would have pictured her mother to bear, this was malicious and dare she say it, evil?
"What? How? Mom?" Rachel had tears spilling from her eyes but she wasn't to wake her father in fear of him finding out about her supposed destiny. So she shut the door behind her and continued to cry.
"They sent me back to you sweetie, so I can warn you." The woman or more so mirage's hand touched Rachel's forearm and the touch almost burnt her so she pulled away not fully trusting what she saw.
"Warn me? Well about what." She couldn't say much, the wheels in her head were spinning out of wack. Should she hug her or should she go back in the house?
"Tonight darling, tonight you must kill yourself before they can use you, that Giles he lies to you he really wants what they want to kill and be murderous, to end this world. If you go to the ritual tonight you will become a murderer again." Rachel stood aghast. Had her mother just said the one thing she feared the most? Was it true? Rachel couldn't help but fall against the door in a fit of sobs.
"Again, what do you mean by again?" Rachel's eyes were filled to the brin of her eyelid with a sappy liquid, her silver tears.
"Crying isn't going to help you now girly, mommy has seen what a bad girl you have been. I really sacrificed myself for this a cry baby? God sometimes humans are so stup—"With that Rachel had titled her head and was on her feet, silver tears dryed from her cheek.
"What did you say?" The lost little girl routine she had been pulling was gone and now resorted to an angry teenager and clever warrior.
"I- I said that I really sacrificed myself for a cry baby?" Her mother or rather this thing was stumbling, her mother wouldn't stumble, her mother would have hugged her, her mother wouldn't have called her a murderer. If her mother was as great as her dad claimed then her mother wouldn't have told her to kill herself.
"No, after that." Rachel stepped forward getting closer and closer to the thing's fake nose.
"Fine, you got me, good job you wretched girl, but don't think this is over!" The thing paused, "Its only beginning," And the image of her mother was now replaced by her grandmother joyce who had passed away recently, and a rueful smile stretched across her face. With that the thing disappeared.
Although she had discovered that it was not her mother and only a thing that was using her body to convince Rachel to commit suicide it still struck with her. That was the first time she had every met her mother since her death and even before that she could never really remember. Suddenly everything was becoming so real. She had to get to Giles and tell him about the visit, it looks like more than demons are coming after me and this one's big, she thought idly.
"Giles open up!" She banged on the door repetitively, "Please, Giles it's important, put down your tea and scones and get your British ars over here!"
Giles came to the door in an old silk robe and bunny slippers, colour me surprised. He had a pot of tea on and two French toast were neatly arranged on the table. At least someone is having a good morning, Rachel huffed under her breath.
"Come in, we can discuss this over some tea," Following Giles into the cramped apartment Rachel took a seat on the old couch situated in front of a stack of books.
After telling Giles the story even he was reduced to a tear or two. Rachel hadn't wanted to make him upset but it seemed that event he idea of Buffy coming back was somewhat painful to describe.
"That's absurd, there is no demon I can ever recall that could posses the ability to evolve into the shape of other people."
"Not just any people Giles, Deceased people." Rachel crossed her legs.
"Hmm, I shall consult my books, you may read your mother's diaries if you would like, yes?" Giles handed her a stack of books and she wandered over to the couch again.
"Oh joy reading," Rachel huffed and Giles gave her a pat on the head before joining her on the couch. After several minutes Rachel jumped from the couch.
After hours of flipping through meaningless passages about her goo goo gag a affections for her dad she finally found something worth mentioning." Listen here," And she tilted the book to a more convenient angle, "Today was the best day of my life and the worst in all respects, I went into premature labor today and that frightened me most, if I were to lose this miracle child I would never forgive myself. She hadn't even come into the world and I was in love with her. During labor I passed out or I think I did I can't remember I was all so confusing I wasn't even sure if my baby made it. I was in a dream, well I hope it was a dream but I know otherwise. Know one will believe me and I don't want to burden my Angel with the paranormal. I was in my head I think and there was this little girl and I think it was me as a little girl and on the other side there was my mother and she was calling for me to go towards this bright light. I told the child not to because the baby could die if the light was what I thought it was and that's when that thing that was my mother morphed into nothing so that all I could hear was her voice she told me that I would die before my child would have to face her and all that echoed in my mind was, "The first" Then I was awake and all I saw was Angel and the baby. I don't know if I should tell Giles, but I think something big is about to happen, lord protect my baby for if she dies not only shall I but the world in return, - Buffy Anne Summers." By the end of the reading Rachel was beginning tog et teary eyed for her mother and for the love these words meant to her. They had found their convicted villain and all she could do was wait and she thought to herself, it's good to be a child born on the heart of Hell.
Rachel awoke beneath the heavy arm of her father on the couch. She had forgotten her and Angel had fallen asleep on the couch after her confession. She couldn't not forgive him before, before, well you know it just seemed so natural anyways. As much as she felt security in the arms of her daddy Rachel had to get moving if she was to do all the things she wanted to. Regrettably Rachel lifted her fathers arm off of her torso and watched it sag to the cushion above his head. Both of their chocolate locks were in an unruly mess and before anything was started that was to be fixed. She may be a corpse in another day but she would no sacrifice fashion.
As she was about to jut up the stairs she stopped in front of the big gaping window in the living room the window panes blessed with the beauty of the rising sun. Her last sunrise. It was funny how everything becomes so much more important when your days are limited. She could intimately describe the faint orange, the bursting pinks and shades of mellow yellow with such accuracy. It was too bad she didn't have an English essay due because this new found skill would be sure to ace the task. Just as she pondered the sun a car pulled up in the driveway, with a sense of curiosity Rachel came to the door.
"Hello? Who is it?" Rachel was frightened to open the door because she was very aware of what Giles had said about how she was a target but there was something about that voice, it was like she had heard it before but it just didn't register.
"Sweetie just open the door, put your trust in me." A calm and cool voice drifted to her ears and Rachel was mesmerized by the strangers voice. What was even weirder was that this stranger didn't feel like a stranger at all. All of these senses made her hand drift to the door and open it to whatever stood on the other side. As soon as the barrier of the door was out of the way Rachel almost shrieked.
"Now Rachel, that's not a way to greet your mother." The woman with the golden hair and green firey eyes wore a smile that twisted into a grin. It wasn't the kind of grin she would have pictured her mother to bear, this was malicious and dare she say it, evil?
"What? How? Mom?" Rachel had tears spilling from her eyes but she wasn't to wake her father in fear of him finding out about her supposed destiny. So she shut the door behind her and continued to cry.
"They sent me back to you sweetie, so I can warn you." The woman or more so mirage's hand touched Rachel's forearm and the touch almost burnt her so she pulled away not fully trusting what she saw.
"Warn me? Well about what." She couldn't say much, the wheels in her head were spinning out of wack. Should she hug her or should she go back in the house?
"Tonight darling, tonight you must kill yourself before they can use you, that Giles he lies to you he really wants what they want to kill and be murderous, to end this world. If you go to the ritual tonight you will become a murderer again." Rachel stood aghast. Had her mother just said the one thing she feared the most? Was it true? Rachel couldn't help but fall against the door in a fit of sobs.
"Again, what do you mean by again?" Rachel's eyes were filled to the brin of her eyelid with a sappy liquid, her silver tears.
"Crying isn't going to help you now girly, mommy has seen what a bad girl you have been. I really sacrificed myself for this a cry baby? God sometimes humans are so stup—"With that Rachel had titled her head and was on her feet, silver tears dryed from her cheek.
"What did you say?" The lost little girl routine she had been pulling was gone and now resorted to an angry teenager and clever warrior.
"I- I said that I really sacrificed myself for a cry baby?" Her mother or rather this thing was stumbling, her mother wouldn't stumble, her mother would have hugged her, her mother wouldn't have called her a murderer. If her mother was as great as her dad claimed then her mother wouldn't have told her to kill herself.
"No, after that." Rachel stepped forward getting closer and closer to the thing's fake nose.
"Fine, you got me, good job you wretched girl, but don't think this is over!" The thing paused, "Its only beginning," And the image of her mother was now replaced by her grandmother joyce who had passed away recently, and a rueful smile stretched across her face. With that the thing disappeared.
Although she had discovered that it was not her mother and only a thing that was using her body to convince Rachel to commit suicide it still struck with her. That was the first time she had every met her mother since her death and even before that she could never really remember. Suddenly everything was becoming so real. She had to get to Giles and tell him about the visit, it looks like more than demons are coming after me and this one's big, she thought idly.
"Giles open up!" She banged on the door repetitively, "Please, Giles it's important, put down your tea and scones and get your British ars over here!"
Giles came to the door in an old silk robe and bunny slippers, colour me surprised. He had a pot of tea on and two French toast were neatly arranged on the table. At least someone is having a good morning, Rachel huffed under her breath.
"Come in, we can discuss this over some tea," Following Giles into the cramped apartment Rachel took a seat on the old couch situated in front of a stack of books.
After telling Giles the story even he was reduced to a tear or two. Rachel hadn't wanted to make him upset but it seemed that event he idea of Buffy coming back was somewhat painful to describe.
"That's absurd, there is no demon I can ever recall that could posses the ability to evolve into the shape of other people."
"Not just any people Giles, Deceased people." Rachel crossed her legs.
"Hmm, I shall consult my books, you may read your mother's diaries if you would like, yes?" Giles handed her a stack of books and she wandered over to the couch again.
"Oh joy reading," Rachel huffed and Giles gave her a pat on the head before joining her on the couch. After several minutes Rachel jumped from the couch.
After hours of flipping through meaningless passages about her goo goo gag a affections for her dad she finally found something worth mentioning." Listen here," And she tilted the book to a more convenient angle, "Today was the best day of my life and the worst in all respects, I went into premature labor today and that frightened me most, if I were to lose this miracle child I would never forgive myself. She hadn't even come into the world and I was in love with her. During labor I passed out or I think I did I can't remember I was all so confusing I wasn't even sure if my baby made it. I was in a dream, well I hope it was a dream but I know otherwise. Know one will believe me and I don't want to burden my Angel with the paranormal. I was in my head I think and there was this little girl and I think it was me as a little girl and on the other side there was my mother and she was calling for me to go towards this bright light. I told the child not to because the baby could die if the light was what I thought it was and that's when that thing that was my mother morphed into nothing so that all I could hear was her voice she told me that I would die before my child would have to face her and all that echoed in my mind was, "The first" Then I was awake and all I saw was Angel and the baby. I don't know if I should tell Giles, but I think something big is about to happen, lord protect my baby for if she dies not only shall I but the world in return, - Buffy Anne Summers." By the end of the reading Rachel was beginning tog et teary eyed for her mother and for the love these words meant to her. They had found their convicted villain and all she could do was wait and she thought to herself, it's good to be a child born on the heart of Hell.