Chapter 1: Alexis's P.O.V.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters just the ones I make up.
You'd think I'd be home enjoying a nice bath or just resting considering the fact that Halloween is my only night off cuz vamps and demons don't like the fact that we humans mock them and what not. Instead I'm walking the streets of a broken Seattle; the third but not last hell mouth on this planet, of course there's Sunnydale and Los Angeles also some others I can't remember. Seattle doesn't get much demons but a helluve a lot of vampires. Sure, I've battled two or three apocalypses here and there but I guess it doesn't count till you've battled like ten or twenty right? Did I mention I hate Halloween, cuz four years ago today when I first became a slayer it was a Halloween night and I was off duty cuz my watcher told me it was a demon/ vampire free night but unfortunately for my boyfriend, cuz he got attacked by five vamps.
While I staked three two still kept on feeding off him till he was dry and he died but thankfully they hadn't turned him. For awhile I blamed Wyatt; my watcher cuz after all he was the one who said "take the night off" and so I did, and so I paid the price. When I was little I was adopted and treated very badly so I guess I developed a little bit of telekinesis and I can channel it most of the time but that night I couldn't it was like I never had it sometimes I'll make things float with my mind just to reassure myself that I have it, still. Wyatt doesn't know I have it though and I don't plan on telling him anytime soon but I guess if I did he could help me use it when I'm fighting so I can have it more to my advantage. I'm nineteen years old I've been doing this since I was fifteen the only people that know is me and my watcher. My adoptive parents are dead, maybe even for the better, no, wait I know it's for the better.
Some people they want to know what their destiny is I admit before I became the slayer I was one of those people, some days I wish the word "destiny" never existed cuz then I wouldn't be doing this. I could be a regular girl and maybe then Sebastian (boyfriend) would still be alive today. As I walk down the street I come across a woman with jet black hair, mocha eyes, and tanned skin with a man clearly into the Halloween spirit dressed as a dog man I guess but he has the most innocent, child-like, harmless eyes ever. I smile at them and they smile back all the while I think to myself // If only they knew the things that really walked among them everyday...if only they all knew. //