The Queen Slayer | TO {2}

Bend The Knee

Being a mother was a challenge.

Having an entire life that fully depended on her choices was a difficult reality to live in. 

For Buffy Summers, as much as she loved her daughter more than anything in this world, it didn't mean that sometimes in the back of her mind, hidden deep within the void of her darkest thoughts she questioned her choice to become a mother. Sometimes, motherhood felt like a burden. Just like being the oldest sibling and being The Slayer. It was exhausting having people coming to her always expecting her to have the right answers.

Being a mother was not a position she had ever imagined herself stepping into. Nor had she ever expected to be seen as the big sister to her friends in Mystic Falls or the saviour for the Slayers. She certainly hadn't seen herself becoming a general to an army of young women who looked up to her, putting their faith in her.

Yet...she wouldn't change a thing.

She wouldn't change being called at 15, wouldn't change the path she had followed because that would mean she wouldn't have Joy.

As hard as being a mother was, Buffy would sacrifice whatever she had to, to ensure her little girl was happy. If there was one thing she wanted in life, it was for her daughter to have a better hand in life than she had.

She wanted better for Joy.

And she was willing to do whatever she had to, no matter the cost or the blood she had to spill.

Buffy didn't want to hurt Jackson, she really didn't, but if she had to she would. What right did Hayley, Oz or any of the wolves have to dictate her child's future? Why did everyone always feel entitled to a say? The saying may be that it took a village but Buffy was sick of it. Sick of others trying to act like they had a say and that she was just another voice contributing to an open discussion.

Why was her daughter's safety up for debate with people who had never met her?

—Had people forgotten to fear her?

She had done so much good for the supernatural world over the past few years; it had made the factions respect her. But whatever love and respect she had garnered didn't matter. She was one of the most powerful people on the planet, yet where was the fear that Klaus drew? She didn't want people to be terrified of her, but why did the world think she could be walked all over unlike Klaus?

—They were wrong not to fear her.

When it came to protecting her child, she would do far worse slaughter than anyone thought her capable of. She was capable of more twisted and darker things than people expected.

She wasn't a hero. 

—Not really.

No matter how many people called her one, she wasn't.

Her hands were drenched in blood.

And she was willing to spill more if needed.