Callings of the Dead: Chapter 2
Um… sorry for the delay… Disclaimer still applies!
A knock resounded throughout the house and the women named Joyce walked to see who it could be, wrapping herself in a bathroom as she lazily walked down the stairs to the front door.
"Wait just a sec," she yelled through the door to whoever was on the other side.
Buffy stood worrying at the doorstep at how her mother would react to seeing her. As she heard the lock turn, she knew it was too late to skip out, and so she prepared herself for the worst as she watched the door slowly swing open.
A gasp was heard, and the next thing she knew, Buffy was wrapped in the warmth of her mother's embrace. She felt tears staining her back, and her eyes also welled up with tears as she wrapped her arms around her mother for the first time in what it felt like ages.
Joyce held her girl out at arms length to look upon the face that she had come to miss for the past months. She gazed at the small scar that graced the corner of her daughter's lip, the only blemish that marked the tan skin.
A small smile graced Buffy's features and it was contagious, spreading to Joyce as well, and Buffy was swept into the house. Her home.
Buffy couldn't believe how full she was. Her mother had somehow managed to conjure up a feast for her when she came home, stuffing her to the gills with food. Buffy had only eaten as much as she did due to how the hunger for her mother's food had increased over the months that had past since her running away.
Now she was in her room, unpacking clothes from the luggage she had managed to acquire from her friend Xavier and the clothes that the others had managed to give her as a gift for a long trip ahead.
As she finished, she looked at the desk near her bed. She walked across the room, opening the bottom drawer and fishing through the dull stakes and half empty holy water bottles to find the perfect weapon. Her mom entered the room.
"Oh. Are you going on patrol?"
Buffy looked up from the pool of weapons that she had forgotten had accumulated in the usually locked drawer. She smiled, nodding to her mother.
Her mom smiled back. "You need a ride, Buffy?"
"Ah, no. After that feast you made me, I figure I need the exercise. I'll be fine, and I'll try and be back before it gets too late."
Her mom nodded, and Buffy grabbed the sharpest stake in the drawer, shoving it in the leather jacket that she had been wearing earlier. Then she walked past her mother, down the stairs, and out the front door, ready to get back in fighting shape after having not slain a vampire for so long.
A/N: Argh. Sorry, another really short chapter, I know. But I'm kind of stuck. TT I'm basically editing an old story that I never finished, and since I added this new character Xavier, I have no clue where I'm going! So um... any suggestions would be greatly appreciated to my two KNOWN readers (this is a clue... you should give me a review...). Otherwise, it'll take me awhile before I can get another chapter up. Haha.