Tales of the Slayers: Jenna's Story
Chapter 1 – An Unexpected Meeting
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this except Jenna and her Watcher, Helena.
19-year-old Jenna Langley grasped the banisters of the stairs as the power coursed through her veins. What was happening to her now had been described to her many times over the years, so she knew what to expect. Now she could find no words to use except these: pure ecstasy.
She knew what had happened of course. The dormant power had awoken and she had been chosen as the new Slayer. Or one of them as two slayers had existed prior to her activation and had done for some time.
Right at that moment, Helena Buckland walked though the door adjoining the hallway to the kitchen and caught sight of Jenna sitting on the bottom step. Helena Buckland was Jenna's Watcher and about as stuffy and british as they come.
"Jenna?"
"I think I'm a Slayer now." The girl in question replied (in an offhand and rather dismissive way).
"A Slayer, are you sure?"
Jenna glanced at the wall beside her before punching a hole through it.
"I'm sure."
Later that evening, Jenna was doing her evening patrol as she normally did. Only this time without her Watcher. Helena had been reluctant to let her newly awakened Slayer go out alone. I believe the term would be 'mollycoddling'.
As she walked between two graves, she felt a presence behind her. She whirled round and landed a spinning kick to the side to her assailant's head, pulling out a stake at the same time.
A young man lay on the grass, touching his head. He got up, took one look at Jenna and the stake and said, "You aren't a Slayer, by any chance, are you?"
Jenna was taken aback.
"Who are you?" She blurted out.
"Daniel Osborne but Oz for short. And you would be?"
"Jenna Langley. Anyway, how do you know about Slayers?"
"I used to know one. Two actually. I used to live in Sunnydale."
Sunnydale. Jenna wondered if he knew that he had lived on a Hellmouth.
"Or the fact you're sneaking through vampire infested graveyards at night on your own."
Oz was now standing on his feet and staring at a point over her shoulder. She spun around and saw a vampire trying unsuccessfully to sneak up on her.
"Slayer." She growled and pounced on Jenna, like a mouse.
But a Slayer must always be prepared and this one was.
Jenna flipped the vamp over onto the ground before plunging the stake into its not beating heart.
"You're definitely a Slayer."
'Thank you, Captain Obvious.'
"Whatever gave you that idea?" She said sarcastically.
"Anyway, I'm done here. I've finished for the evening. My Watcher will need a report so you may as well come with me." She continued.
"May as well." Oz consented.
Helena was very interested in Oz and his experiences with the previous Slayers. Jenna's report was nothing out of the ordinary as, apart from Oz, she had found nothing unusual.
Oz recounted some of his tales with the Slayers. Jenna listened in with mild interest. She was a little curious about her fellow Slayers but as he talked, she realised one thing. The women, or one of them, were more than likely dead.
"Are they dead?" She interrupted suddenly. Helena stopped talking.
"Who?"
"The Slayers who came before me."
"Probably not. I know Buffy and she's stubborn. She doesn't die easily. Neither does Faith, I guess."
"Then how did I get activated?"
"I can't tell you. I tried contacting Rupert Giles in Sunnydale but I've had no luck so far."
"What about Wesley? He used to be Buffy's Watcher."
"Last I heard he was in Los Angeles, working for a vampire if I remember correctly."
"Angel? He might know where Buffy is." A pause. "They were pretty close."
"So I've been told."
Soon after Oz left. Helena promised to call Wesley first thing in the morning and Jenna decided it was time for bed. She wasn't tired but she still wanted to go to sleep.