Sandy's destiny: Answers
by lieselot
Answers.

The next day I wrote a letter for Joyce to come and pick me up. And the most bizar thing was, that the orphanage lett me go. I guess they didn't know about me sneaking out yesterday and that I'm not grounded anymore.

I wanted to know so much about my mother, where she was from, how her sister looked like, how she got those scars, who my father was. So I had to see her again.

It was around 5 o'clock when Joyce picked me up.
The whole ride she only said two things to me. "Hi." and "What do you think of your mother ?" that's it, she didn't answer any more quistions, since I didn't even answer the first one.

When I was back in the house, I went straight to the living room, and I asked some things I wanted to ask since all this stuff began happening. But the answers I got were nothing like the answers I was expecting...

So I stormed into the living room and I got it out of my mind once and for all.

"Okay, now you're gonna listen to me!" I yelled. "No more of this secret behavior. No more!"
"Alright." was all she said.
"I wanna know why you came looking for me now, who I really am, who my father was, who Joyce' mother, you're sister was. Who this Spike guy is. And, one last thing, pardon me for asking, but how did you get burned like that ?"

I was expecting her to be really mad at me. But she wasn't. She asked me to sit down beside her. And she started to talk about some of the things I asked.

She looked me in the eye. "I came looking for you for a very special reason, one you're not yet ready for. I can tell you most of the things now, and some of the things maybe later today, or maybe another day, when I think you're ready for it. Is that okay for you ?" she asked me.
I nodded.
"You are Sandy Anne Summers. And you were born on the 10th of August 2006. And you are my daughter."
Waw, I already knew that, but hearing her say that, that felt different, a good kind of different.
"Where does Anne come from ?" I wondered.
"It comes from Buffy Anne Summers, your aunt, my sister, (she pointed at Joyce) her mother."
"Why didn't you just call me Buffy Anne or something ?"
"Because, it would have been to obvious."
"Why ?" I asked. She waited for a few seconds and then said "You're not ready for that, not yet."

She stood up and walked towards a large wooden chest.
"What is that ?" I asked while I stood up to take a closer look.
She touched the chest and opened it. There were all sorts of thing in there, photographs, books, you name it... There was another layer beneath those books and photographs, but there was a wooden shelf above it, so I couldn't see what it was that was beaneath it.

Then she walked back to the chairs. She sat down and told me to come and sit closer beside her.
She took my hands and gave me some photographs.
Their were two beautifull girls on it, one with blond hair, and one with brown hair. The one with blond hair looked the oldest.
Then she gave me anothe one. Those two girls were on it again, but their was another woman on it too. An older woman, but not that old, with curly blond hair, she looked like those girls' mother.

"Who are these people ?" I asked, she pointed at the older woman, that was your grandmother, my mother.
"She's so beautifull." I said. "Yeah, she was very beautifull." my mother said.
Then she pointed at the girl with the blond hair. "That was my sister, Buffy Anne Summers."
So did that mean that that girl with the brown hair was my mother ?
She looked at me. "You know, you kinda look like me at your age (she pointed at the girl with the brown hair)."
I looked at the picture and then back at her, that was the same person, and she was so beautifull on that picture.

I couldn't controll myself. It just came out.
"How did you get burned ?"
When I saw the look in my mother's eyes, she looked dismayed.
I felt guilty for asking her that so abruptly.
"I can only tell you that your father died trying to save me, and that that's why I'm still alive, but you're not ready for the rest yet. Not yet."
I nodded, when she said that my father was dead, I had my empty feeling again. How could he be dead ? 've never even met him.
"Eum, okay, I guess, who was my father ? Was it that Spike guy you mentioned before ?"
Just like the last time I asked that, she laughed.
"No, god no. He was a vam.... he was my sister's boyfirend for a while. It was just, nobody really liked him, not even my sister.But mother was always nice to him. I don't know, I just never forgott that about her, about how nice she was. But no, he is not your father."
"Is ? So he is still alive ? Is he Joyce' father ?"
"He is. She knows that, but he doesn't know that, and he can never know, and we shouldn't even talk about this, if Joyce would here us, she wouldn't forgive me."
"Okay, but, then who was my father ?"
"His name was Connor, and he was the bravest man I ever knew..."

That was it, then she sent me home. It was to painfull for her to think of him, I think. I can understand, if he was the love of your life, you don't just forget that.
But I wonder why Joyce has never tried to find her father, has never even told her father that he is her father, I would do whatever it takes to find mine.
But now I atleast know the names of my parents, that's something...

Dawn and Connor...


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