Prologue: Called
It was the day after Sam and I broke up, and I was tired of my parents fighting, so it really wasn't a good day. I was still in the dress I wore at the end of the year party (blue, spaghetti straps, v-cut, knee length, bunched up flowers, left side) and, I'm pretty sure that I had mascara lines running down my face.
Seth was at school, and Mom and Dad were at work. I was home alone when I answered the door. What I saw wasn't what I was expecting I can promise you that. I anticipated it to be Emily or Sam, coming by to apologize (not that I would accept it, why should I?). There was a british man standing there instead. I took in his appearance, neat hair, glasses, and a normal hight.
"Who are you?" I questioned him, ok it was a little rude, but still! I had just broke up with Sam, and I didn't know him!
"Um-m, I'm Merrick. Y-Your watcher."
"My what?" I asked him, ready to slam the door in his face.
"May I come in?"
"Ummm, let me think about it? No!" I wasn't going to say yes to a guy I didn't know!
He sighed, "I should have expected that," he mumbled. He awkwardly cleared his throat.
"In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the demons, the vampires, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. You are the Slayer, Leah."
"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered. "Look, I'm sorry, but the only help I can give you is to call your asylum."I said.
"Give me a chance to meet me at Ancestor's Cemetery at midnight." I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Bloody Americans," he muttered.
"Fine,"I sighed.
"You'll show up then?"He sounded shocked.
"I didn't say that,"with that being said, I 'politely' shut the door in his face.
Neither of us did see the midnight-black wolf the size of a horse standing outside cloaked by the darkened night.
A/N:Instead of Buffy being called Leah is.I hope you don't mind-
Brooke
