The tall brunette felt breath on her neck. She spun and high kicked; her
foot contacting at what she guessed was torso height. The thing stumbled
backwards, but naturally regained its balanced within half-seconds. The
girl saw the unknown fiend's features shift into the already familiar
visage of a vampire. She punched straight out into the chest of the
creature, then brought her hand up to sharply contact with her opponent's
chin, causing its head to snap back, breaking its neck. She was surrounded
with scattering dust.
"That was rather impressive, I must say," her Watcher, stated. She laughed. It was the first time her Watcher had taken her out on a patrol, although secretly she had been out many times. She looked rather intimidating, a little like her predecessor, Faith. There was an interesting subject. Faith.
None of the former Slayers had been immediately interested in finding out why they were called, who had died to cause them to become the next in a long line of warriors against darkness. One girl, in all the world.
Not Emma. She was different, she wanted knowledge. She wanted to know what she was, who she was. Even before she was called, she knew that she was to be next. Deep inside her, she knew.
Emma knew of her possible destiny at the age of five, a locator spell used by the Watchers Council had sought her out. She had been in training since the age of nine, had been cart wheeling and vaulting ever since. She had taken to her training like a duck to water. She had slain her first vampire at the age of 15. Now she was 17, enjoyed the slayage almost as much as Faith had - just not to the point of murder of innocent people and demons. Faith had gotten out of jail for the second time only three years ago. The council had taken her out of jail to train one of the Slayers-in-Waiting and she'd been on the straight and narrow, managed to stay less rogue than they'd expected her to. For once, Faith was winning. She was an extremely balanced entity, she could almost slow time down once in a fight. Whilst fighting, the battle was all that existed. She and her Slayer-in-Training made the most magnificent team ever. Word spread far and wide about their abilities.
Until Buffy'd shown up. The prodigal Slayer had freaked Faith out, dragged up the past that Faith believed she'd finally accepted.
"No, that wasn't me Buffy, I never, it was an accident.an ACCIDENT." She'd fallen down the stairwell, trying to escape her memories, whilst backing away from the Slayer confronting her. She'd twisted her wrist, held it to her. Buffy had stepped over her, spat on her and never looked back. Faith had lain there for hours, not moving, something inside her had snapped, broken. Then, resolved, she'd got up, made her way to the kitchen where she'd found a knife, knelt and said a rushed prayer the only way she knew. "Please, let me have the inner strength to rid the world of the evil that resides here, oh, and kill that bitch soon." then plunged the knife in deep. That's how her Slayer-in-Training had found her the next morning, slumped over the sink, and she cried.
"That was rather impressive, I must say," her Watcher, stated. She laughed. It was the first time her Watcher had taken her out on a patrol, although secretly she had been out many times. She looked rather intimidating, a little like her predecessor, Faith. There was an interesting subject. Faith.
None of the former Slayers had been immediately interested in finding out why they were called, who had died to cause them to become the next in a long line of warriors against darkness. One girl, in all the world.
Not Emma. She was different, she wanted knowledge. She wanted to know what she was, who she was. Even before she was called, she knew that she was to be next. Deep inside her, she knew.
Emma knew of her possible destiny at the age of five, a locator spell used by the Watchers Council had sought her out. She had been in training since the age of nine, had been cart wheeling and vaulting ever since. She had taken to her training like a duck to water. She had slain her first vampire at the age of 15. Now she was 17, enjoyed the slayage almost as much as Faith had - just not to the point of murder of innocent people and demons. Faith had gotten out of jail for the second time only three years ago. The council had taken her out of jail to train one of the Slayers-in-Waiting and she'd been on the straight and narrow, managed to stay less rogue than they'd expected her to. For once, Faith was winning. She was an extremely balanced entity, she could almost slow time down once in a fight. Whilst fighting, the battle was all that existed. She and her Slayer-in-Training made the most magnificent team ever. Word spread far and wide about their abilities.
Until Buffy'd shown up. The prodigal Slayer had freaked Faith out, dragged up the past that Faith believed she'd finally accepted.
"No, that wasn't me Buffy, I never, it was an accident.an ACCIDENT." She'd fallen down the stairwell, trying to escape her memories, whilst backing away from the Slayer confronting her. She'd twisted her wrist, held it to her. Buffy had stepped over her, spat on her and never looked back. Faith had lain there for hours, not moving, something inside her had snapped, broken. Then, resolved, she'd got up, made her way to the kitchen where she'd found a knife, knelt and said a rushed prayer the only way she knew. "Please, let me have the inner strength to rid the world of the evil that resides here, oh, and kill that bitch soon." then plunged the knife in deep. That's how her Slayer-in-Training had found her the next morning, slumped over the sink, and she cried.