Revenge: The Slayer Chronicles



Prologue: San Francisco, CA 2002

She took a few steps through the woods, then stopped and listened. She heard a bird shriek in the distance. Nothing. She moved on.

The darkness seemed to swallow her, to camouflage her as she finally reached the vermin's nest, a small rundown shack in the middle of the woods outside of the city. She was the hunter, the Chosen One. The Slayer. She had finally found what she had been hunting for, for the past 4 months. She silently crouched in some brush, letting the night engulf her. She waited for the right moment.

Thoughts raced through her mind as her heart pounded in her ears and her breath cut though the warm night air. She tried to concentrate on a plan to kill the hated clan of vampires that infested the nest she found that night. Her left hand clutched a wooden stake. Around her slender waist was the sheath that held her Watcher's sword.

She was alone. It had been that way for over a year, ever since the clan of vampires she hunted turned her father, who killed her stepmother, Lani. The coursing pain of hurt and disgust still lived inside her every time she remembered that night. She gripped the cross around her neck tightly. Her stepmother gave that to her for her 12th birthday. Lani was her mother in many ways, even though the Slayer had still seen her real mother often. Lani died in her arms from the Slayer's father's vampiric bite, but not before using her gypsy powers to bestow upon her gifts that would help with her slaying. The powers to move things with her mind and to freeze things in time were the greatest gifts her stepmother could have ever given her. Lani died a few minutes later. Her father ran. He didn't get far. She remembered Bruce, her Watcher, was so determined to kill Vladimir's clan of vampires. He didn't succeed. The anger and hatred is what pushed her so far in the past year. A tear cut down her cheek as she remembered the moment she found the mangle mess that was once Bruce. He was her best friend in so many ways. She squeezed her eyes closed, caressed her cross, and said a silent prayer in memory of her loved ones. She stood with renewed strength. She wanted this done. This time, they wouldn't escape. This time, she would win.

She strode toward the hut, wondering why nothing attacked her. From the corner of her eye, she saw movement. She saw a vampire coming toward her, ready for a fight. She would not waste her time or energy on this vermin. She froze the bulky vampire in place, and then willed the stake to fly though the air and pierce the vampire's heart. He exploded into dust. She knew there wasn't any honor in killing the vamp in that way, but this wasn't the time for honor. This was the time to kill.

She strode into the dark hallway, not expecting any real trouble. The tunnel curved, then split. She contemplated for a second, then went with her instincts and steered left. The tunnel was cold, and the temperature seemed to be plummeting. Her long hair stuck to the back of her neck. She wished she didn't wear the black leather pants and matching leather jacket. It was simply too hot for it.

She finally reached the heart of the nest. As she suspected Vladimir sat in the middle of the room, his loyal minions surrounding him. She sauntered in as if she owned the nest.

"Nice place you got here, Vlad. But this 'Welcome Back' party is weak.it's kinda dead." She remarked, unsheathing her dead Watcher's sword. "I'm just going to have to kill you for that!"

Vladimir said nothing. His eyes burned into hers. He finally spoke. "Serena, dear, you would like to think that. But you are wrong. You are not going to win." With a motion of his hand, twenty vampires attacked. She sliced her way through the vampires, creating dust piles.

"Vladimir, you're next!" She said angrily. She decapitated another vampire. She glanced at the throne. Vladimir disappeared. She cursed under her breath. Her cheek bled from twin cuts where a vampire's fangs grazed her cheek. She ran out the rear entrance of the nest and ran on top of the hill behind the shack. "Vladimir!!!!!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. The anger boiled her blood. She sheathed her sword and pocketed her stake. Killing her good pal Vlad would have to wait. She knew where he would go next to get what he wanted.Los Angeles.

Revenge: The Slayer Chronicles

Chapter 1

*2 weeks later...in Los Angeles...

Angel stood ready as Gunn hit the demon his way. He used his axe to chop a blobby arm off. Green slime splashed onto is leather trench coat. He barely noticed. He proceeded to sink the axe into the blob's neck.

"Decapitation doesn't work!!" Angel yelled to Gunn, who got out an old sword and sunk it into the back of the giant, bright green blob of slime. A tidal wave of green goo saturated Angel and Gunn, as well as Wesley, who stood armed and ready, and Cordelia, who just stood dumbfounded. The detectives of Angel Investigation regrouped.

"Who knew that there was that much slime in a blob like that?" Cordelia remarked in disgust. She got no response.

"Let's get home so we can get cleaned up." Angel suggested, and they made their way through the sewer back to the hotel that Angel owned.

After taking their showers, they met in the lobby to talk about the action in town.

"I heard there was a new Slayer in town." Gunn stated. At the mention of "Slayer", Angel's gaze dropped and his shoulder's slouched. Buffy was a Slayer that he loved very much. It was over a year since she died. This new girl was her replacement.

Gunn continued, oblivious to Angel's sudden mood change. "Yeah, supposedly she's some bad ass girl with a major attitude and a mean punch. Maybe we should recruit her for our business or something."

"No, the Slayer will do what she wants and go where she wants. She has her own agenda, her own destiny." Angel dismissed the subject.

Suddenly, the doors to the hotel opened and in walked a girl barely the age of eighteen. She was dressed all in black leather and had a sword around her waist and a stake in her hand. Angel though she looked familiar.

"Which one of you is Angel?" She asked sweetly, making her seem sweet and innocent.

Angel stood. "I am. Are you in some sort of trouble? Is someone out to kill you?" He asked worriedly, taking a step towards her. She noticed he was very handsome, but she pushed the thought aside. She had to focus on what she came to do.

"No, but you should watch your back. You never know who's out to get you." She waved her hand at him and he went flying across the lobby and slammed into the far wall.

"What the hell was that for?" Angel grumbled as he stood up.

"You know my sister." She had a menacing look in her eye. She walked down the few steps gracefully, her long hair flowing behind her. She turned toward Cordelia, Gunn, and Wesley. "You three stay out of this, or you'll be next." She growled.

"You're sister?" Angel asked, just as she sent him flying in the other direction.

"Yes, she's a slayer. Faith died and I've come to find my sister." She pulled out a stake.

"Slayer??" He thought quickly. There was dread in his voice. "You can't mean.Buffy?"

She stopped mid-gesture. Her hand dropped, and the angelic expression was back on her face. It was an expression of hope. "I knew that you know my sister!! I was positive!" The deadly look reappeared on her face. "Tell me where she is!"

Angel stood with a heartbreaking look on his face. "I don't know how to tell you this, but." he stopped when he looked into this poor girl's eyes. She was the Slayer that Gunn was talking about. The successor of Buffy, the brand new Slayer.

He motioned toward the couch. "Please, have a seat." She looked doubtfully at the couch. "Really, you won't have to throw me around anymore. I'll tell you everything, and you won't have to use your power." He rubbed the back of his head. "That's a nifty power.where did you get it?"

The Slayer just glared at him and carefully made her way toward the couch and sat down cautiously. She put her stake away. Angel sat down across from her. "Not much for small talk, are you?" Angel commented. "What's your name?" he asked sincerely.

"I have no time for this. Tell me where my sister is, or get the shit beat out of you again. Either way, I'll get it out of you." She threatened. He didn't respond.

"Didn't I tell you that she was a nice firecracker?" Gunn remarked, while sliding on top of the desk.

"Please." She remarked sarcastically, pretending to be sweet. She sighed, as if analyzing her options. "My name is Serena."

"Serena?? Buffy told me about you, her sister Serena from Los Angeles, but I had no clue that you didn't know. I have a feeling that you won't like the answer, but if its what you want, then." Angel trailed off. "You think Faith died?"

"Yes. She must have. Am I right? I didn't know what??" she asked, her eyes searching his for the truth she was seeking. His gaze dropped and he clasped his hands together.

"I'm sorry. I would think someone would contact you, but I guess they didn't." he mumbled.

"You're telling me that Faith didn't die.and that Buffy.for over a year??" she asked, beginning to sob. "My mother.how is she taking it.and Dawn!!" She sat on the edge of the couch, waiting for answers.

"You're mother died a few months before Buffy." Angel said, his eyes not meeting hers.

"What??" She yelled, the pain echoing in the huge lobby. "No, this can't be true.Dawn is my only family left?" Huge sobs began to rack her petite body.

Angel looked at Gunn, Wesley, and Cordelia. "Can you guys."

"We'll leave you two alone." Wesley confirmed, his British accent booming.

Angel moved to the couch across from his and sat by the devastated girl. He went to comfort her, but she pushed his hands away. He persisted, and after fighting weakly against him, she collapsed into his arms. He cradled the poor girl, the Chosen One, like a mother cradling a crying baby. He would be there for her because he, too, was crying on the inside.