FIC: Life on My Block (3/?)

["Red Demon" <eternal_light2000@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Life on My Block (3/?)
Author: Red Demon
Email: eternal_light2000@xxxxxxxxx
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own two cats, a computer and the 
character of Kat.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow
Rating: PG for now.
Distribution: You want it take it but keep my name on it and email me 
a link. You can find it at my site: 
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Feedback: All is welcome.
Summary: Buffy is on death row.
Spoilers: Becoming

PART THREE

"Sit over there. She'll be out in a minute." The prison guard led 
Willow into the meeting room.

As Willow looked around the room she saw several of Buffy's drawings 
as well as those of other inmates. She had been surprised when Joyce 
had shown her some of Buffy's drawings from when she was in L.A. In 
the two years that she had known Buffy before her conviction she 
hadn't even realized that Buffy could draw. She was extremely 
surprised at how good the drawings were.

The familiar buzz of the door opening brought Willow out of her 
thoughts. Buffy was lead in by two guards. One had a tight grip on 
her left arm the other held firmly to her right shoulder. Willow 
thought they were a little too rough with her but then they always 
were like this. Policy was policy they told her every time she 
complained.

Buffy looked a lot worse then the last time she had seen her. she 
had definitely lost to much weight. Dark circles hung under her eyes 
making them look sunken. Willow also thought she saw something else 
in Buffy's eyes but couldn't quite identify it.

"Are they feeding you here?" Willow watched as Buffy bent her head 
towards her waist and her left wrist which was cuffed to a belt 
around her waist. She put a cigarette in her mouth and then lit it. 
Willow thought about warning Buffy on how smoking could kill a person 
but decided not to considering where Buffy had spent twelve years of 
her life. "Are you eating what they give you."

"Sometimes."

She nodded towards Buffy's right arm, schooling her face to remain 
passive like she'd been taught in medical school. The arm ended just 
above the elbow. An accident the state had called it. Willow didn't 
know what was accidental about a guard missing a target some five 
feet away. But that was in the past and her Buffy had lost her right 
arm in the process.

"Do you still have pain?" The arm looked better than the last time 
she had seen it. Most of the swelling had gone away completely 
leaving jagged puffy scars.

"Sometimes at night." Buffy shrugged, they'd give her aspirin but 
that was it.

"What about the phantom pains?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I get 'em." Her arm was something she didn't want 
to think about yet and definitely didn't want to talk 
about. "Where's Kat? I thought she was coming."

Willow looked down not wanting to see Buffy's reaction. "She didn't 
want to come. The kids at school have been saying things to her 
since the last appeal picked up the media buzz."

"Oh...I see." Buffy lit another cigarette. She blinked several 
times to keep the tears that wanted to form from happening. She 
would not cry. The only time that she'd cried in a long while was 
when the bullet had shattered her elbow. "You know they set an 
execution date." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah. They called your mom. They asked about the funeral 
arrangements. She was pretty upset."

"I'll bet." Buffy couldn't help but chuckle. Her mom had kicked her 
out of the house a long time ago and it was no secret that she 
thought Buffy was guilty of Kendra's murder. She wouldn't even help 
Willow raise Kat.

"Buffy." Willow scolded. "She is upset. Her only daughter will be 
led to her death in a month if the parole board hearing isn't 
successful."

Buffy leaned in close to Willow's ear. "I'm not her only daughter. 
Hell I'm not even her biological daughter."

"What?"

"Mom had a girl. When she was three she died. They weren't 
successful when they tried again so they adopted me. I over heard it 
all shortly before mom and dad separated."

"Wrap it up." The guard told them.

"I brought you some more drawing pads and batteries and Oz made a 
tape of that song you wrote." Willow took Buffy's hand. "I love you 
Buffy. Giles is going to find a way. Okay?"

Buffy smiled at Willow's sincerity. She didn't deserve to hear those 
words. "I lo...tell Kat that I love her and there's a drawing for 
her." She called over her shoulder as the guards jerked her out of 
the room.

END PART THREE