Happy To Die For You: The Immortal

Prolouge: She's Only Seventeen



"Mom!" The deep voice of teenager carries throughout the two stories of the house.

"What?" Buffy calls from the kitchen where she's making breakfast.

"Huh?" Faith grumbles from her spot on the coffoe table,her head plastered to the warm cup. Buffy
turns around to give her a small smile before getting back to breakfast. Faith sighs,getting up to
go find her daughter.

Kristin Lehane Olivares. The girl's smart,wise,and did she mention super hot? No kidding. She's the
spitting image of herself and Sammy combined. There's a problem though,with Kristin.

Faith noticed it after her second birthday. The problem is having to do with Sammy no doubt. You see
Kristin is barely three,but her body and mind aged to that of a seventeen year old. No only that but
after she became seventeen two years ago,she hasn't aged a second further.

Okay so maybe it's not bad all together. If her daughter is the immortal,combined with the slayer she doubts she'll have to be busting into partys to make sure she's okay...much. Hey she's still her little baby,only not so bite size anymore.

"What's up Kristin?"

The tall slender girl faces her,her black leather outfit catching the sun,her silky brown curls flying
over they way they would if she were in a commercial for america's next top model. Her eyes are intense,just like her mother's. "Look." she says,handing Faith a piece of paper.

Faith looks at her curiously,"What is it?" she asks unfolding the paper. Faith's eyes widen,it's not
a piece of paper.

"Funny I was ganna ask you the same thing." she eyes the paper. "I found it in your leather jacket mom," she motions to herself. "Care to tell me when you took that picture of me cause I don't remember
it."

Faith swallows,her mouth is cottondry,her hands trembling. "It's not you Kristin."

"I knew it!" Kristin whirls on her feet,her converse squeaking. She leaps onto the bed,burying her face into her pillow. "I knew Buffy wasn't my mom. Keh! I look nothing like her,we don't even act the
same,we're like total opposites."

"The parent is the one who takes care of you,you know that. Even if Buffy isn't you real mother,she's
never acted none the less. She's loves you and she's taken care of you Kristin."

"I know that mom," Kristin sighs,flipping over on the bed. "So um...she's pretty. Now I know where I
get my good looks from,no way it was from Buffy." she kids,earning a glare from Faith.

"Now way. I'm the hot one." She takes a seat at the edge of the bed.

"You're one of the hot ones. She's very young." Kristin is admiring the photo.

"Yep. She's only seventeen in this picture."

"Like me."

"Yeah. Like you." Faith hugs her shoulders,leaning against the back board.

"She's my mom. You always used to talk about her,but I just thought she was a past love or something.
She's the one that died to save you and Buffy in that cave?"

"Yes." Faith's voice falters. No matter how long it has been,it never gets any easier.

"What's her name?" Kristin finally ask after a moment of silence.

"Her name's Sammy." Buffy's voice cuts across the room. She's leaning in the door jam,legs and arms crossed.

"Hey B." Faith grins at her.

"Hey hun. Kristin you're going to be late for school. You ridin' your skateboard?"

"Yeah. But Buf-uh,mom,I want to hear about Sammy." she whines,but still jumps from the bed to get her backpack.

"Tell you what," Buffy embraces her,planting a small kiss on her forehead. "today after school we'll go shopping at hot topic and then we'll talk about Sammy okay?"

"Promise?"

Buffy play punches her cheek,"Promise,now go."

"K see ya later."

Buffy and Faith watch Kristin shread down the side of the sidewalk. Within seconds she was gone from their sight. Buffy hugs Faith's slender waist.

"She's just like you,it's scary."

"Yeaaah."

Neither noticed,the hooded figure standing in the shadows,looking on at Kristin as well.