"Make sure to contact me as soon as you've settled in, promptly Charlie, no faffing around. Why aren't you using your cellular? I cannot pinpoint your location, have you damaged your phone?"
Charlie couldn't help but sigh as her watcher, Quinn, asked rushing to conclusions as always, continuing his everlasting rant on her incompetence. She understood Quinn's mistrust and constant supervision, but that didn't stop her from becoming slightly annoyed. Charlie had only been under his care for no more than four weeks and her rap sheet wasn't as squeaky clean as some of the other Slayers he may have had under his care.
"I was running low on battery and thought it only rational to wait till I needed it. So, I turned it off but once I've settled, I'll have time to sit and charge." She says watching the road ahead, irritated that the call had taken longer than expected. There had barely been any traffic but she couldn't take a chance of being spotted. She'd learned a while back, that small towns such as Beacon Hills spread gossip like butter and her mission, until the appropriate moment, was covert.
"Well then, I suggest you get to the cabin as soon as possible. Situations such as these cannot and shall not be treated lightly. " Charlie didn't disagree with her Watcher, as she had many times before. Beacon Hills, as far as the Watcher's council knew, was not only the home of a respected wolf clan but had just recently shown signs of increased supernatural energy. Making it not only a hotspot for things that go bump in the night, but also increasing its potential of becoming a Hellmouth.
"Bloody hell, Charlie. This isn't the time to ignore me." Quinn says heatedly.
"I'm fine, old man. I'm a Slayer, remember, one of the chosen, who stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness." She replies sarcastically, looking again to the main road.
"I'm glad you understand your responsibility, Charlie. Now, go about it accordingly and follow up on any, and I mean any updates. You have 24 hours to contact me or I will assume you are in need of extraction."
"Copy. I will contact you as soon as I've settled, sir." She says hanging up the phone.
Stepping away from the payphone and breathing in deeply, she allows herself a moment to collect her thoughts. She had specific instructions from Quinn, from the council, from Giles. She had gone back home to New York, when Giles surprised her with her newly assigned mission. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered quite vividly, Giles walking in on her getting her ass handed to her by a pack of Prekian demons. After the fight, in which he joined and took down three demons, he explained his unexpected presence. The mission as he described, required the expertise of a high-ranking Slayer, meaning she'd be heading back to the academy.
The academy originated following the battle at the Sunnydale Hellmouth. During which Buffy Summers and Willow Rosenberg used the power of the Slayer weapon, a scythe, to activate every potential Slayer around the world. Thus ending the legacy of the "chosen one." Every girl in the world, who might have been a Slayer, became a Slayer. The academy was founded in order to gather and train newly activated Slayers. Charlie had only been eight when her dormant powers were activated and every demon in New York City labeled her as a possible threat. The nun at her orphanage had warned her that demons would come for misbehaving little girls but she hadn't believed her until she'd seen one with her own eyes, sucking the life out of her bunk mate Olivia.
She had been surviving for weeks on the streets of Queens, when Giles had found her, clothes torn and her body covered in various wounds and bruises. Giles had made her feel safe and had treated her with great care. He had explained to her that the monsters Sister Clarence had warned her about were real but she had great power that with time and practice would grant her the opportunity to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. He had described the academy as a home for others just like her, who had this power suddenly forced upon them. The academy appealed to her need for a home and for safety and she quickly found herself on a plane to England and upon arrival was placed under the care of Miss. Hawkes and for nine years, she trained constantly and hunted countless demons. However, after nine long years of watching numerous girls come and go and the death of her Watcher, the allure of the academy faded and at seventeen she opted for the solitary hunter life refusing another Watcher.
"So much for the solitary life." Charlie mumbled to herself, quickly recovering from her moment of recollection. She had no time to think about the past and urged herself to start walking, focusing on the sign ahead.
Welcome to Beacon Hills.
"I can't tell you what's coming, because I don't know. But there are things, far more dangerous than werewolves. " Deaton says as he paces the backroom of the clinic. Stiles had remained quiet, listening to Deaton, Scott and Isaac as they planned for who knows what.
"It's difficult to prepare for the unknown, but precaution must be taken. Have you heard anything from Derek?" Deaton asked Scott; any news at this moment was good news.
"No, but I'm hoping that's a good thing." Scott replied looking to Stiles. Stiles was still torn between extreme relief and extreme worry about Derek's disappearance.
"I've been looking into my dad's cases to see if anything has popped up in the supernatural radar and so far, zilch, nada, nothing, It's looking like our "friendly" neighborhood werewolves are the only supernatural occupants in Beacon Hills. Which could be seen as a bad thing, considering Peter." Deaton's attention is caught at the mention of Peter and edged in closer to Stiles and Scott.
"You must watch your back closely when it comes to Peter. Derek isn't here to stand between him and you. We've been considering the possibility of attracting creatures to Beacon Hills, but, remember there are already threats among us." Deaton says looking to Scott.
"We've been looking into that, actually. The loft's been abandoned and Peter's gone." Scott didn't look worried as he explained to Deaton modestly that he would handle Peter when the time came.
"Do not underestimate Peter. Our enemies have underestimated you, look where that got them." Deaton says turning his back to them, rummaging through his desk draw.
"We've unbalanced the natural flow of energy and that does not come without consequence. I've prepared small pouches of mistletoe." Deaton says handing Scott a bag. "I'd recommend to pass it along to the others." He continues, giving Issac the remainder of the bags.
"So we keep a look out, stay on our toes." Isaac says putting the mistletoe bags in his backpack.
"I'll keep my ear to the ground in case I hear anything, and Scott, as Alpha, you must have your pack ready for what's to come. " Deaton's words echoed through Stiles. Scott, his best friend was Alpha, and that filled him with hope. Regardless of anything that would come their way, they'd be fighting it together.
As a pack.