Tales of the Slayers : Rachel's Legacy
Disclaimer: I only own Rachel and her mother. All characters and suchlikefrom 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Chapter 1 - Dreaming
It was early morning at Seaview Hall and all were fast asleep. All, that is, apart from Rachel Walker. Rachel was lying on her back in bed, listening to her roommate's rhythmic breathing. She had slept fitfully all night because the dreams kept plaguing her. The same dreams she had been having for the last three weeks. All of them about monsters and the warrior women who fought them.
She looked out of the window. It was almost dawn so there was no point in even trying to go back to sleep. Rachel opened one of the drawers in the desk at the side of her bed very quietly and pulled out a journal. This was the diary she kept all of her dreams in, especially since last month. She pulled out the pen attached to it and wrote:
Saturday 21st June
Another dream came to me. It was basically the same as all the others. Demons, monsters and other things that go bump in the night. The warrior woman was there too. Except she wasn't the same one I had dreamt of previously. This one, she seemed stronger than the rest. More resilient. Like she'd seen more horrors than any of the others. The Slayer they called her. The Slayer of what, exactly?
She closed the diary and put it back into the desk drawer. The sunlight was now starting to filter into her room. She knew her roommate would be up soon and once Angelina was awake, so was everyone else (in the same room as her).
Within an hour, Angelina was up and clattering around the room in her pajamas. When she disappeared out of the room to go to the bathroom, Rachel finally decided it was time to get up. She got out of bed and dressed quickly.
"So what do you want to do today?" Rachel asked Angelina when she had come back from the bathroom.
"Go shopping, chat up cute boys on the beach, go to the cinema and drink lots of coffee. But first, breakfast." She replied.
Typical Angelina. Food first, boys and shopping later.
When they reached the dining hall, Angelina loaded two plates with food and brought that and coffee to the table Rachel had chosen.
"You all right? You look knackered. You need some coffee, girl."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just didn't sleep well that's all."
"Drink up. We've got a busy day."
Which was true. They spent over three hours at the shops, looking for some new shoes. Both Rachel and Angelina got dates for the next weekend. They went to the cinema to watch some romantic comedy, which Angelina was a sucker for (Rachel preferred action and adventure movies).
In fact nothing strange happened that day. Until just before bedtime, Rachel was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. She heard a whisper.
"Help me. Slayer, I need your help. Save me."
She looked around the room but no-one was there. Brushing it off, she left the bathroom and went to bed. The dreams returned that night. Same monsters, same women. After waking up, she recorded them in her dream diary and vowed to go the library that day.
Seaview Academy had quite a large library and in that library was a supernatural section. Rachel's mother had always told her stories about ghosts and various creatures of the night. And Rachel herself loved horror movies. Werewolves, vampires and zombies, mainly.
Sunday morning, Rachel headed straight for the supernatural section. It was out of sight and provided quite a good hideaway. She decided to start with the 'Slayer' reference. No books specifically on Slayers. She did, however after roughly an hour of searching, find a mention of 'Slayers' in a book on vampires.
"Although a vampire can be killed by sunlight, decapitation, a stake to the heart, being set on fire or even holy water if consumed, a vampire hunter's best weapon is a Slayer.
A Slayer is a girl (and always has been a girl, only one in every generation) who has the strength and skill which she uses to fight the vampires, demons and other creatures of darkness."
Well, at least she knew what a Slayer was. Now all she had to figure out what it had to do with her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by someone calling her name.
"Rachel?" The librarian was standing five feet from her.
"Yes. Sorry. Daydreaming." She said, coming back to her own thoughts.
"There's someone who wants to see you. He's a friend of your mother's."
Any guesses who this friend might be.