Disclaimer: All Buffy characters and stuff like that belong to Joss Whedon and not me
Chapter 1
If anyone had walked passed the graveyard in the southern part of town last Wednesday, they would have seen a very strange sight indeed. They would have seen a girl, about 15 years old, sitting with her back against a tree. Their first thought would have been why is she sitting in a graveyard in the middle of the night? Then they would have thought what on earth is she doing?! For the girl was not simply sitting there. She was waiting for something. And while she waited, she twirled a wooden stake between her fingers. That was the last anyone would have seen of that girl, if anyone had seen her. Which they didn't.
A month before the mysterious girl's death, Kyla was sitting on her bed, immersed in a book. Her shoulder-length black hair was swept back into a ponytail, and her blue eyes whizzed over the paper so fast that it was almost a blur. She didn't here the soft knock on her door, but as she paused in her reading to turn the page, she heard her mother call through the door.
"Kyla, someone's here to see you." Kyla carefully marked her page and and thudded down the stairs into the sitting room. An unfamilliar man was sitting there.
"You're Kyla Setter, are you not?" He said with a strong British accent. He was wearing a crisp suit and his hair was neat and his glasses were clean. Kyla stared at him. How did he know her name? She had never seen this man in her life.
"Ummmm, yeah." She said sitting down slowly. "Who are you?"
"My name is Darryl Frost. I wish to speak with you. Could you give us a moment?" He added to her mother, who nodded and stepped out of the room. Darryl turned back to her. "I am a representative of the Watcher's Council-"
"The what?" Kyla interrupted. Darryl let out a deep sigh.
"They warned me of this. I guess I should start at the beginning. There is a prophecy. About one girl, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One. She is called The Slayer, and it is her job to fight the forces of darkness. Vampires and demons and what not." It was at this moment that Kyla burst out laughing.
"You actually expect me to believe this junk? Vampires aren't real. They're just creatures made up to scare little kids!" Darryl shook his head.
"All that I say is true. Now, please let me continue. The current Slayer could easily be close to death, and since when one Slayer dies, another is called it is time to start training our Potentials. A Potential Slayer is one who has a chance to become the Chosen One. Once the current Slayer dies, the Powers That Be will choose one of the Potentials to become the Slayer. If you are chosen, then I will be your Watcher. One who trains the Slayer, and mentors her. For now, we shall start your training in basic combat and knowledge on slaying, and other things like that."
Kyla stared at him with her mouth open. After a moment, she found her voice again. "Are you telling me that I'm a Potential?" Darryl nodded. Kyla tried to wrap her head around all this new information, but she just couldn't. "Okay." She said slowly. "Say there really are Slayers. And say that I am a Potential person or whatever. There's still the problem that vampires don't exist!" Darryl smiled.
"Of course they exist! I wouldn't have spent all that time telling you everything if it was all a big joke!"
"I still don't believe you."
"Ah, but you will."
"And how's that?"
"I can prove it to you."
Author's Note: It was only after I reread this that I noticed that i may not have been clear with the girl in the first paragraph. Just ot clear it up, that girl is NOT Kyla.