The Chosen One: First Death

by nrrdyfreakk

Buffy Summers never knew she was special until a visit from Professor Merrick of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry proved otherwise. She's only eleven years old, and now she's the Chosen One, the One Girl In All the World who can save everyone. How can she possibly deal when she can't even tell her mum?

The streetlights shone down on the cobbled streets, providing spots of light for the unlucky night stroller. A young boy, no older than eleven, scrambled along the street, stepping on people's lawns as he did so. He seemed to have a definitive purpose, and looked rather excited.

He stopped at a small, dark house and picked up a stone. He threw it gently at a pink curtain-framed upstairs window and waited.

After a few minutes, a petite blonde girl stuck her head out of the window and smiled down at the boy. She threw some sheets that were knotted together down in the direction of the the boy and climbed down. Once on the ground, she whispered, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"It's a great idea. Now come on." He responded hastily, grabbing her hand and helping her to the street.

They walked for a while in silence, the girl biting her nails all the way to their destination: a deteriorating school building.

"Do you go to school here?" The girl asked.

"I would have, but they built a new building a little ways away. Nobody goes here now. It's been empty for a couple years. I visited here a week ago, and the view from the top of the gym is great. You can just walk right in."

"I-I-I-I don't wanna go up there." She stuttered.

"Aw, are you scared?" He teased, ruffling her hair.

"We're just gonna get in trouble."

"Nah." He dismissed.

The girl started to cry, so he hugged her. She hugged him back, but jerked away quickly, turning her head to look at something in the building.

"What was that?" She squeaked.

"What was what, Darla?" The boy asked.

"I heard a noise."

"It's nothing!"

Shaking her head, Darla said, "Uh-uh, maybe it isn't nothing."

"Or maybe it's some thing."

"That's not funny!" She squealed.

The boy peered into the school, shrugged, then called, "Helloooooo!"

"Shhh!" Darla shushed him.

"There's nobody there, you 'fraidycat." He scoffed.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure."

"Okay."

She turned away and pulled something out of her pocket- a small knife. Closing her fist around the knife, she thought of killing the boy.

Turning back around, she opened her palm, and the knife floated quickly up the the boy. Just as he realized what was going on, the knife embedded itself into his neck, puncturing an artery.