Blood Right~A BTVS Fanfiction(ON HOLD)

Going Home/Settling In/I Don't Want To Know You

  I watched out the window, as trees and other cars zipped by, and caught my caseworker, Jennifer, watching me through the rearview mirror. I met her eyes, and slowly smirked, letting her know I was onto her. Her gaze quickly averted, and she asked, "So, Rachel, are you excited to see your family?" The smirk fell from my face, replaced by a scowl, and I replied angrily, "Not really..I mean, they threw me out like a piece of shitty garbage when I was just a baby. I doubt they're gonna want me back now. I don't see why I even have to go to this dump anyway.. Can't someone else take care of me, just until my eighteenth birthday?" She shook her head, sighing in annoyance. By now, she was probably getting used to my attitude, but she didn't get it. She and all the other workers thought I was happy with the move to the town of Sunnydale, California, to meet my real family, but they couldn't be more wrong. I never wanted to see them, or meet them, after I found out they tossed me out of their home when I wasn't old enough to have a say in it. What kind of people did that to their kid?

   I sat in silence again, the anger and hatred for the family I'd never known steadily growing inside of me, and wished, not for the first time, that Jennifer hadn't remembered to lock the doors of the car, so I couldn't jump out. Guess she'd learned from the zillion foster homes I'd run away from, but it didn't matter. As soon as I got to where I could manage on my own in that stupid town, I was gonna run from that place too. After all, when you had next to nothing your entire life, and the people that were supposed to take care of you beat the crap out of you, or didn't even notice you were there, it was easy to learn to be alone..And that's how I liked it. I'd never been a people person, and anyone who tried getting close to me always ran off, terrified, and anyone I tried getting close to called me a freak, among other things. I sighed, rolling down my window, not caring as rain slapped me in the face, matting my red hair to my skin, and pulled out a cigarette carton from the left pocket of my leather jacket, then dug my lighter out of the right one. I flicked the lighter open, sliding a cigarette into my mouth, and lit it, blowing out a mouthful of smoke. Jennifer groaned in disgust, and muttered, "I wish you'd stop smoking those things, Rachel. They're gonna kill you one of these days." I muttered in reply, "Well, I can hope it's soon..And I wish you'd drop dead, so neither of us gets what we want, huh?"

   I saw shock flash through her face, and smirked. "Guess the big shots didn't warn you what you were getting with me. I mean, for my social worker, you sure as hell never did anything for me..But let me do something for you, and give you a warning; After you drop me off at my new prison, warden, you might wanna hope you never see this gorgeous face again. Because if you do, it'll be the last thing you see." She stayed silent, but I felt satisfaction, watching her swallow hard. As we pulled into the driveway of a two story house, she couldn't seem to exit the car fast enough, fumbling for the door handle, as she tried to get out. I felt a slight bit of relief as she unlocked the car, not having had pleasant experiences with being locked up, and slowly climbed out, stretching my arms above my head. Within minutes, she had all my stuff out of her trunk, and was desperately ringing the doorbell of my new home. The door swung open, revealing a tall, thin woman, who had curly brownish blonde hair, and beautiful features. I picked up all my stuff, and walked up to the porch, as Jennifer gestured at me wildly. The woman nodded, and a faint expression of fear or sadness crossed her face, then was replaced by a smile, but I didn't really care. Jennifer ushered me towards the woman, as I hit the front porch, and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

   Jennifer told me, "Rachel, this is  Joyce Summers..Your mother." My body stiffened at that, and I turned my eyes coldly on the woman, muttering a low, "Oh..", in response. Joyce's smile wavered, and she told me, "Come on inside, sweetheart." She stepped aside, allowing me to enter the house, and Jennifer's car door slammed, then her car sped away. I smirked, then walked into the house, looking around. It was a nice house, with stairs leading to the second story, a decent living room, a small kitchen, and a basement, but I didn't really bother memorizing the full layout, knowing I wouldn't be there long enough to care much. I blinked, as a hot, redheaded girl wearing a dress suddenly ran downstairs. She called, "Joyce, I-" She stopped, as she saw me, and her eyes widened. I raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down, and a blush ghosted across her face. It disappeared, as a brown haired girl came up behind her, and the girl told her, "I found them, Will. They were under the bed." Her eyes darted between me and "Will", and she wrapped an arm around the redhead. That signaled to me that they were most definitely more than friends, and Joyce said, "Willow, Tara, this is Rachel. Um, she's-" She seemed at a loss for words, so I blew stray strands of red hair from my eyes, and muttered, "I'm her other child." Their eyes widened, and Tara quietly said, "Oh.. It's nice to meet you, Rachel." Willow nodded, apparently still speechless, and was dragged upstairs by her girlfriend.

    I just shrugged, already bored, and asked, "So, where's my room?" Joyce flinched slightly at my rude tone, and led me upstairs, past three other rooms, then pushed open a door. "Okay, I'll just let you get unpacked then. Dinner will be ready in about an hour, so I hope you like roast." I frowned, and shrugged, before replying, "I have no idea what the hell that is, but sure.." Before she could say anything else, I rushed into the bedroom, and slammed the door in her face. I heard her walk away, and sighed, before lighting a cigarette, and blew out a cloud of smoke. Over the years in foster care, I'd somehow managed to still get next to nothing, but one thing I had managed to collect was my autographed Rob Zombie poster, which I proceeded to put up on the wall. I shoved all my clothes into dresser drawers, and tossed some messily into the closet, then grabbed the biggest box I owned, and set it in the corner of the closet, hidden from plain view. No one was allowed to touch it, and anyone who'd ever tried to look inside had ended up in the hospital, or worse, and I wasn't taking any chances that my family was any different, and they'd probably go poking and prodding through my things like everyone else. I glanced around the room again, and groaned, but there was nothing I could do about the pink, frilly, girliness it held, which pissed me off. I flopped down on the bed, still holding my cigarette, and heard voices coming from downstairs. I could clearly hear as a female voice asked, "Rachel's here? Like, really here?" An excited squeal followed the words, and I cringed, wanting to throw up. Another, slightly older voice said, "Wow..This is- This is huge, Mom." Joyce's voice said, moments later, "Buffy, maybe you should wait to talk to her until after dinner. She's- Rachel isn't like you, or Dawn. She grew up in foster homes, and from what I was told, she was mistreated in most of them, and ran away. I want both of you girls to promise me you'll do your best to make her feel at home."

    I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the pain, as my cigarette burned down to the butt, burning my skin, and muttered, "Who does she think she is?? I don't need their pity, or their help! She doesn't know a damn thing about me!" I stood up, and stormed downstairs, eyeing a tall blonde as she suddenly appeared from nowhere. She looked at me, and offered a slight smile. "Hey..You must be Rachel. I'm Buffy..I guess I'm your big sister." I shrugged, and replied, "Guess so. Please move.." She looked taken aback, but moved out of my way. I shoved by her, and she frowned slightly, before trailing after me. "So, I was thinking..Since you're new in town and all, maybe you could come with me and my friends to the club tonight? I mean, the rest of them are definitely going to want to meet you, and I could show you the sights." I sighed, and whirled around her, glaring coldly. "Let's get something straight right now. I didn't ask to be here, and I don't want to be here, either. I'm not some frigging display to show off to your buddies, and I don't want your pity! I don't know you, and I don't want to, either!" She swallowed hard, and I felt satisfaction, as she whispered, "Got it..Message received", with tears shining in her eyes. I opened the front door, not caring that it was dark already, and slammed the door, storming out into the night, where I belonged..