30 years after Buffy, the most infamous Vampire Slayer of them all, unlocked the "Slayer Potential" in all that contain it, being a slayer has become as common as having brown hair, or being freckled. But, for the many generations, centuries..millenia...that slayers went through the world, alone, and being "different", repercussions are finally being paid.
But not every girl has the slayer potential. And because of this, a new minority has taken the place of slayers. The ordinary girl. The ordinary girl who faces the opposite problem..not having powers..not being..
"Special."
This is the story of Elizabeth. Elizabeth Theresa Smith. The only girl in her entire TOWN who doesn't have slayer powers. Even her mother has the slayer ability. Here is the story of how Elizabeth dealed with her life..and how she, the one who was looked down upon..the inferior..the "different" one..saved the world...on her own.
Diary Format
Sept. 5th
I got you yesterday as a gift from my Aunt Geena. She's an AMAZING writer, and I think she wants me to be, too. I won an award for best "Journalist with Potential" in 8th grade...I guess that's something to be proud of, and could make me a good writer. I can dare to dream. Aunt Geena was probably just trying to make me feel better. She knows how sensitive I am about me being..well..as many put it, "Prevalent." It means normal, or common. "Slayer-less."
I don't have "Slayer Powers" like more than, according to studies, 97% of the female population of the world. Once, Aunt Geena said, "Aren't you being more special, because you're one of the few 3% who don't have the powers? That makes you more different they are! And being different makes you unique." Easy for her to say. Aunt Geena, like everyone other woman in my family, has the slayer powers. My younger sister who's fourteen, Laura, will probably get the powers when she turns fifteen. That's the determining age. Everyone knew I wouldn't have them. A local psychic..who also happens to be a slayer, predicted I would be born a "dunce" when my mother was pregnant. She was correct. Along came my 15th birthday, and off it went into my 16th one week ago. My mom, who was the prime slayer in Springfield, Ohio, where we live in her prime, didn't bother to cover her disappointment. But she made up for it by spoiling Laura. Laura's already showing signs of her slayer potential. Improved reflexes. Sharper eye sight, sharper thinking, increased strength and speed. Whatever. There haven't been any vampires spotted in over 10 years in the Springfield area, anyway. What does it matter? Besdies the HellMouth is in Clevland, and for no vampires, that's pretty good.
Anyway, today's my first day as a Sophmore at Kendra High School. Off to another year of being shunned by the Slayers, shunned by the guys who all LIKE the Slayers, and pretty much being in hell. It's oh-so-lovely being the only Prevalent in town.
. . . Continued . . .
But not every girl has the slayer potential. And because of this, a new minority has taken the place of slayers. The ordinary girl. The ordinary girl who faces the opposite problem..not having powers..not being..
"Special."
This is the story of Elizabeth. Elizabeth Theresa Smith. The only girl in her entire TOWN who doesn't have slayer powers. Even her mother has the slayer ability. Here is the story of how Elizabeth dealed with her life..and how she, the one who was looked down upon..the inferior..the "different" one..saved the world...on her own.
Diary Format
Sept. 5th
I got you yesterday as a gift from my Aunt Geena. She's an AMAZING writer, and I think she wants me to be, too. I won an award for best "Journalist with Potential" in 8th grade...I guess that's something to be proud of, and could make me a good writer. I can dare to dream. Aunt Geena was probably just trying to make me feel better. She knows how sensitive I am about me being..well..as many put it, "Prevalent." It means normal, or common. "Slayer-less."
I don't have "Slayer Powers" like more than, according to studies, 97% of the female population of the world. Once, Aunt Geena said, "Aren't you being more special, because you're one of the few 3% who don't have the powers? That makes you more different they are! And being different makes you unique." Easy for her to say. Aunt Geena, like everyone other woman in my family, has the slayer powers. My younger sister who's fourteen, Laura, will probably get the powers when she turns fifteen. That's the determining age. Everyone knew I wouldn't have them. A local psychic..who also happens to be a slayer, predicted I would be born a "dunce" when my mother was pregnant. She was correct. Along came my 15th birthday, and off it went into my 16th one week ago. My mom, who was the prime slayer in Springfield, Ohio, where we live in her prime, didn't bother to cover her disappointment. But she made up for it by spoiling Laura. Laura's already showing signs of her slayer potential. Improved reflexes. Sharper eye sight, sharper thinking, increased strength and speed. Whatever. There haven't been any vampires spotted in over 10 years in the Springfield area, anyway. What does it matter? Besdies the HellMouth is in Clevland, and for no vampires, that's pretty good.
Anyway, today's my first day as a Sophmore at Kendra High School. Off to another year of being shunned by the Slayers, shunned by the guys who all LIKE the Slayers, and pretty much being in hell. It's oh-so-lovely being the only Prevalent in town.
. . . Continued . . .