Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy
or the Twilight
A/N: Hi people. This is just a spur of the moment story that I thought would be fun to do. I don’t know how often I can update, but I’ll do the best I can.
It was sunny outside.
A warm atmosphere without being humid, only a slight breeze jostling the leaves, and the bright sun shining down; it was the perfect weather this day in Southern California. It was the kind of weather kids played endlessly in and teens and adults used to gain the perfect tan while laying out on the beach.
She didn’t think it should be so wonderful today.
Among the adolescents, parents chasing children around, and men and women talking on cell phones, most likely business associates or lawyers, all were oblivious to the comings and goings of anyone save themselves, none alone the girl sitting on the steps of her porch with her arms wrapped around her knees, trying to figure out how her life had taken such a drastic turn in the wrong direction.
It was never supposed to be like this. As a California girl, Buffy had had her life planned out relatively simply. She would meet a nice boy with a good career, they’d get married and have children, and all would end in happily ever after. Thinking back to the fateful day that Merrick approached her, she was sitting much like she was now, with a lollipop in her hand, waiting on her boyfriend, Tyler. Buffy couldn’t help but snort at the memory.
What a fool she’d been. Merely a child. Though many would argue that she herself was only sixteen, Buffy felt ages older than she was physically. In the short weeks that she spent with her watcher and Pike, she changed beyond what she could ever have imagined. And yet, she really hadn’t. Or maybe it was neither.
If she was honest with herself, Buffy knew she was still grasping tirelessly at her old life; her old persona. Oh, how she wished she could go back to when she was just a teenage girl who only had to worry about shoes and who would ask her to the prom. In part, she was still that girl. That bubbly cheerleader who only wanted to make her parents happy. Yet, now she knew what was out there, and no matter how hard she keeps trying, it keeps coming back to her; her destiny. It seemed all she could do was run.
Which is, really, exactly what she was doing. Well, if going away to somewhere you weren’t even sure you wanted to go to was still by force is classified as running away.
Wiping away the stray tear she hadn’t meant to spill, Buffy turned her gaze to her mother, who was busily packing the car with her daughter’s things. She hadn’t counted on letting several tears escape her at the sight.
It wouldn’t be long, really, until she wouldn’t see the elder woman for a long time. When Buffy had to burn down the high school gym at Hemery, it turned out to be the final straw for Hank Summers. In hindsight, Buffy knew she should have known better than to confide in the man. Though, as her father, she still held an inner love for him she couldn’t let go of, Hank would never be classified as a man to believe in things so farfetched as the supernatural. Plenty of arguments resulted from her actions, but it hadn’t yet been enough to split up the husband and wife. It had, however, been enough to allow the couple to make a decision that would forever remain in Buffy’s memory for the rest of her life as the thing that had alienated her from her parents significantly. When she was finally released from the mental hospital, she hadn’t been the same. By that time, her parents were in the middle of a divorce, and it was after quite a while before Joyce made another decision about her daughter; one in which she desperately hoped wouldn’t cause the damage to her daughter that the previous one had.
“Buffy, sweetie.” Joyce called to her daughter. “It’s time to go.”
Brushing her hair behind her ears, Buffy gradually got up from her position on the porch steps, walking down the sidewalk until she reached the vehicle where her mom had already entered. Turning, Buffy got one last look at the now empty house she had lived in when her life had changed.
“Goodbye, LA,” the vampire slayer whispered, sparing a lingering glance to her former home.