There's another chapter of The Queen. Oh God, translation is really hard! And I always make the same mistakes: about the verbs and, always, about the commas. Aaahhh! I can't seem to understand the correct punctuation and the proper use of commas in English! It's really unnerving but I'm gonna fight 'till the end! Many thanks to slaymesoftly r her help with the grammar.
Here the chapter!
Ps: Annie is two years old. In case you're wondering.
Pps: I just deleted the previous post. BECAUSE LJ IS HATING ME.
Pps: I just deleted the previous post. BECAUSE LJ IS HATING ME.
12. Time of your Life
Buffy rubbed her eyes and focused on the flour, the eggs and the spoon on her kitchen table. She sighed hopelessly.
Annie had just woken up. Dazed, she trotted over to her mother an smiled, pointing at the eggs. Buffy lifted her little body and kissed her warm cheeks.
“Good afternoon, sunshine,”
“Mom … eggs!”
“Hey, look what I’m doing!” Buffy said, opening the cookbook. “I wanted to make a chocolate cake for you, but I think I’m stuck …”
Annie laughed and her mother stroked her hair.
She’d often caressed Dawn’s hair when her sister was sad or scared. Slowly, tenderly. Dawn’s hair was the softest and the silkiest she had ever touched.
“You know, my love, your mother – the other one – would have loved all of this,”
“But she isn’t here anymore,”
“Right. She isn’t here anymore. There is you.”
Buffy walked through the streets of Los Angeles. Another night patrol was about to end.
Kennedy had protested when Buffy was about to leave her house According to Willow’s girlfriend it was unnecessarily dangerous for the leader of the slayers to hunt alone at night. She was a general and she needed to focus on the safety of the power structure of the organization.
“Clearly she doesn’t do a lot of patrol these days,” Buffy sighed, bored.
The vamps were nowhere around and she didn’t even get the chance to engage in a decent fight with a Fyarl demon.
Feeling grumpy, the Slayer sat on an empty bench and pulled a bottle of mineral water out of her bag. She drank.
A few feet away there was a red Maserati, parked next to the sidewalk. Inside the car was a beautiful young woman.
Buffy looked with curiosity.
The Slayer turned around at the sound of the voice. She saw a little man in a suit smiling at her.
“Stunning, don’t you think?” he said again pointing at the Maserati.
“Yes,” she answered without knowing if the subject was the car or the woman inside.
The stranger titled his head. “I can take you home if you want. It’s very late,”
Buffy smiled. “I can manage,”
“I saw you walking down the street alone and I don’t think it’s a particularly safe place,”
“There is no need, really,”
The little man frowned.
“Oh, you must be one of those girls!&rdquo he realized suddenly. “Los Angeles is full of them! You work at night, right? Specially in the suburban streets. My Melanie was saved once by one of yours. Perhaps even by you!”
“I can’t tell. I meet so many people,”
“I guess. It’s a difficult life, right? They told me you get called at a young age ….”
“Yes, it works like that. I was in high school when I got the call. I started early and I haven’t stopped since then. It’s the kind of work you do for the rest of your life,”
“Oh, I see.” The stranger nodded, taking a seat next to Buffy.
He was so small his feet couldn’t touch the ground. He played with them like a mischievous child.
“I’m waiting with my girlfriend for the opening of a little café. I’m sorry, I think I’m just curious and maybe it’s rude but … I think you don’t like your job.”
Buffy blinked. “How do you know?”
“You look really sad,”
The Slayer didn’t reply for a minute.
“Oh no! It isn’t like that! I’m used to the job now. It’s fine,”
“Still, it must be strange. You wake up one morning and your fate is already decided; you’re no longer the same person you were. Bam! You’re different. You lost something you didn’t even know you possessed: the chance to have a normal life,”
“Yes … but …”
Buffy bit her lips. It seemed so stupid to talk about loneliness and diversity with a man so tiny.
“I know what you’re thinking. I’m a dwarf! And, well, for one thing I was born this way. I’ve never thought that my future was to became a professional football player or something. I’ve always lived my life from my point of view. A little lower than the rest. You are a beautiful girl, and at some point your everyday life was taken away from you,”
“I honestly don’t think it’s fair to make a comparison. You … have you ever dreamed of being someone else?”
“Of course I have. And I have suffered. But the point still stands; I am what I am, nobody decided for me,”
“It’s complicated,” Buffy said. “It was a change, really, but it is also part of my nature. In all these years … I’ve thought a lot about myself and my mission and I’ve come to peace with most of the things. Also, it’s better now; we – the slayers – are together and we can fit in the world …”
“I read something about the slayers recently. Monster girls. What a nonsense!”
“Right. But after all we aren’t exactly normal …”
The little man narrowed his eyes.
“It’s funny, miss. You’ve done this job since you were in high school and you still think about normal? When was the last time you saw a dead man rising from his coffin? Or a curious rain of fire in Los Angeles? I really wonder if there is anything normal in the whole planet after all!”
“There are cereals!” Buffy exclaimed. “Cereal for breakfast! Pretty normal … I think …”
The stranger coughed.
“Are you still unable to drop some preconceived ideas? How do you hunt vampires then?”
“It’s really more complicated than that. I see so many unnatural things all day, I just wish I had some solid regular things also.”
“It makes sense,”
“I’ve seen so many things, believe me. I … shouldn’t even be here, you know? Like really here. Here in this life,”
The stranger thought in silence.
“Is this the reason of your pain?”
“Maybe. But there is also someone …”
“I wish he was a man!” Buffy giggled. “Let’s just say he’s a part of my job,”
“A vampire! Are you allowed to have a relationship with the enemy?”
The Slayer laughed again.
“Not exactly. But he’s very special. He has a soul,”
“I didn’t know it was possible!”
“It isn’t. Except for two exceptions,”
“Normality doesn’t even exist in the afterlife!”
“You’re right. And … I want to be with him. A part of me wants… we already been down this path and it was a complete disaster. I feel so stupid just for wanting it so much again. Also the reason it was a disaster in the first place was majorly because of me and how I felt. I wasn’t … good and I made the things more difficult. It really was a bad time. I don’t understand why he still wants to be with me after all that’s happened!”
“Maybe he loves you. Truly loves you. Do you love him?”
The Slayer rolled her eyes.
“There’s a solid chance,” she admitted.
“It’s up to you,” the stranger replied. “If this man – this vampire – is worthy, you should try.”
“I could …”
“Also a soul is always handy these days!”
“We didn’t introduce ourselves,” she said, taking his hand. “My name is Anne.”
“Nice to meet you, Anne. I’m Stanley and that beautiful girl in the Maserati is Melanie, saved once by a slayer. You really do a great job.”
“Thank you. It’s nice to feel useful. But … isn’t your girlfriend jealous? You talk to me and …”
“Mel is different. No such problem,”
“So, you can talk with a girl …”
“Not just talking,”
Buffy took a breath, surprised. “I see! Well, good for you.”
Stanley smirked. “It’s always good for us. Goodbye, Anne! And good luck!”
He jumped inside the car and disappeared into the night.
Buffy looked up the stars.
- Current Mood: aggravated