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Note: feel free to think I'm crazy; I'm being to think it myself… I put this in the Buffy section cos after this chapter it will be mainly buffyverse. Anyway, hope you manage to actually read the story rather than just laughing at the idea of it…. Please review to tell me if it should continue it, or just go hit myself over the head repeatedly…
"So, you like?"
"I definitely like! Courtney will freak though, and try her best to get you kicked off for it." The blonde smiled.
"Yeah, but captain's decision is final, right?" the brunette grinned.
"I'm sure we can work something out."
"You rock Tor." The two girls giggled, and continued into school, the brunette pulling her sleeve back down to cover the tribal tattoo on her right upper-arm.
They walked into a classroom, greeting a large group of friends, and Missy flashed the tattoo to one of the guys, who grinned.
"Cool." He said.
"Wicked cool." She agreed, nodding.
"So modest." He laughed.
"Always."
"Torrance. I thought we said no tattoos." said a busty blonde nearby.
"Missy." Torrance scolded, annoyed she hadn't had time to think up an excuse. But before she could say anything else, the dark haired girl beside Courtney sighed and said,
"Relax Cor. She's part of the team an' you know it." Most of the group gaped at her in amazement. "What? She is."
"Damn straight." Tor laughed, mimicking her friend. Missy punched her playfully, and the problem was forgotten.
Later that day, Torrance and Missy were sitting on Missy's bed in her room. To say Missy was hyper would be a major understatement.
"God!" Tor laughed, "Calm down girl!"
"I can't! I dunno what's with me." The brunette said, grinning. "I've just had so much energy the last few days! Hyperactive is not the word."
"God, you really are becoming a cheerleader." Missy threw a pillow at the other girl.
"Hey!" she cried in mock insult.
"Ooh, pillow fight." Came a voice from the hallway.
"Urgh, screw you Cliff." Missy said, grimacing. Torrance giggled, smiling at the boy.
"Hey Cliff."
"Hey." He said, moving to the bed and kissing her. Missy rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"I need to go out." She decided.
"Huh?"
"You, me… Cliff if he totally has to. We're going out on the town. I need to dance." Torrance shrugged,
"Ok." Said. Cliff agreed, and ten minutes later they were in Missy's car on the way to the nearest club.
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"I'm telling you boss- it's a sure thing!" The man insisted.
"You're positive she doesn't know?"
"Absolutely. She has no idea. They don't even know! It's the perfect chance." A nasty smile spread across the 'boss's' ancient face.
"So, she's the slayer. But the council haven't found her yet. So she doesn't know it." The lackey nodded vehemently. "You're right. It's perfect. Round up the troops."
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Missy was dancing wildly with any guy she could find. Her friends were close by; they'd met up with most of the squad, and were having a blast.
"Y'know what?" Missy yelled in Tor's ear as they continued to dance. Torrance shrugged, not bothering to attempt to out scream the music. "I love being hyper!" Missy finished, wrapping her arms round her current partner, a huge grin spread on her face. Torrance giggled, and turned back to Cliff.
Hours later, Torrance, Missy, her brother and some of the others stumbled exhausted up Missy's front drive.
"Cliff, you got keys?" she asked.
"Erm…" he murmured, detaching himself from his girlfriend and digging into his pockets. He grinned as her held up the keys, and headed for the door. It swung open the second he touched it, and Missy's heart skipped a beat.
"We locked it, didn't we?" Missy asked. Torrance nodded.
"Mom an' Dad maybe?" Cliff said. Missy shrugged hopefully, and the twins stepped together into the house. Missy swallowed nervously.
"Mom?" she called out. Silence answered. The group moved into the house, Cliff going one way, into the dining room, Missy taking the living room. The first thing she saw was the top of her father's head protruding over the top of his chair. "Oh, thank, god. Dad, why didn't you…" She began as she went further into the room. Then she just screamed. Cliff ran to the living room, and saw why. Their mother was sitting in another chair, blood covering her white blouse, starting from her neck. Her eyes starred vacantly at her son, but they saw nothing. Cliff held his breath as he moved to see his father. He too was dead.
"Oh god, oh god!" Missy cried. "Guys, get out, quick!" Torrance was amazed that the girl hadn't collapsed yet, and Missy her self didn't quite understand how she was still standing. All she knew was that her parents ha been murdered, and the killer was still in the house. Make that killers. She could feel them. "GO!" she screamed to the cheerleaders behind her.
"I don't think so." Said the vampire lackey. "You guys ain't going anywhere." Courtney screamed and tried to run past him. He grabbed her, snapping her neck without a second thought. "Anyone else?" He asked. The boy closest to him snap kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.
"One good thing about being a cheerleader." He quipped, before wrenching the door open and helping the others to get out. Missy hesitated, hating to leave her dead parents, but Cliff and Tor grabbed her arms and pulled her to the door. Outside, Missy saw that there were more of them. Vampires, for she knew this was what they were, with a horrid certainty, had appeared from nowhere. The girls were screaming as the monsters fed, working their way through the entire team. As one caught hold of a wailing Whitney, another girl grabbed a broom lying on the floor nearby and began whacking the vamp over the head. When the wooden handle snapped, Missy broke away from her brother and best friend and ran to retrieve the sharply ended shaft. Ignoring the yells from her brother, Missy advanced on the snacking vamps, propelled by pure rage. In minutes, one vamp was dust. Some of the surviving cheerleaders had got the idea, and finding anything wooden they could, they joined the fight. From behind her, Missy felt strong arms encircle her, dragging her back to the house faster than she could struggle. The front door was slammed, and Missy was manhandled into the living room. She was dumped on the floor, where she was able to see two more bodies on the hall floor.
"NO!" she screamed. Cliff's head was turned away from her, but she knew it was him. She scrambled to her knees, but the vamp that had bought her in pushed her back.
"Tut tut, girly. Be good now." Finally Missy's tears fell.
"Why?" she wailed.
"Why?" the vampire laughed. "Cos we're vampires kid."
"Shut up." Said a harsh voice from behind him. The lackey obeyed, and stepped aside. In front of Missy there now stood a vampire that she instinctively knew was centuries old. "Poor child." He said. "So strong, but so weak. Do you really want to know why?" Missy just nodded, still sobbing. "Because of you." He answered. Missy felt like her heart was being ripped from her chest.
"Me…"
"You. They are dead because of you." He said simply. "Maybe you don't know it yet, but you are the slayer. You've been feeling strong the last few days, yes? You are the slayer. It is your destiny to kill my kind. And now you will die." The ages old vampire leant in towards the despairing teenager, and gasped as the broom handle was thrust upwards into his chest. "You… idiot." He croaked to his lackey, before disintegrating. The vampire rushed forwards, but the slayer held up the broom shaft, just daring him to come closer. He reconsidered, heading for the door, and Missy rose to her knees, throwing the makeshift stake like a javelin, skewering him from behind. Missy crawled to her brother's side,
"Cliff?" she gasped. She jumped when her brother drew a ragged breath. "Cliff? Cliff?" she said desperately. His blood was flowing freely, his eyes were wide, but they saw.
"Missy…" he murmured, trying to lift his hand. She took his hand, squeezing it in comfort.
"You'll be ok." She sobbed. He smiled a little, shaking his head.
"No…Listen… Missy…"
"Don't speak, you'll be ok!" She assured him.
"No, Miss… I must…" He spoke as loud as he could, desperate to relay his message after hearing the vampire's words. "I want… you… know… I have faith in you…protect them… you are … my faith." he trailed off as his eyes rolled back.
"No!" She gasped. "Cliff please!" she shook him, knowing it was pointless. Raising her head slightly, her eyes moved to Torrance. She felt the girl's throat, and closed her eyes. She tried to stand, but her legs would not support her. The young girl collapsed finally, her hands desperately groping for a hold on her brother and her best friend as her tears flowed copiously, and her heart ached.
Later, (Missy did not know how much later) the police arrived, and prised the hysterical girl away from her dead sibling. She was walked down the path, the policewoman tried to stop the girl seeing the bodies that littered the front garden. But they were everywhere. Missy's eyes had no more tears. Her legs moved, but she didn't know where they were going. The police asked questions she answered without thinking. When she was allowed to go (she'd told them she could stay with an aunt who lived in town) she wandered the streets, not fully understanding why she was even alive anymore. She felt completely empty. Completely useless. When night fell once more, she returned home, going through the back to avoid the white lines adorning the front of the house. She changed her clothes and took some more from her wardrobe, stuffing them into a bag. At the bus station she bought a ticket to the first place she could think of. Then she sat on the bus, starring out of the window, wondering what she was supposed to do with her life now that she had nothing. She ran her brother's last words through her head once more.
I have Faith in you. Protect them. You are my Faith.
