NOT MINE! Full disclaimer coming in the next chapter.
Prologue
She'd been a wrestler her entire life; any type of fighting or wrestling move could have been delivered in her sleep. When she'd been Called, her life had been going through an upheaval. She was fifteen and living with an abusive biological father and a biological mother who'd only fought for custody of her because the man she'd lived with for nearly twelve years was gay. She'd always hated her biological parents, but when she was forced to leave her family, she nearly killed the woman who had given her life.
Her mother had abandoned her when she was three years old. Oh, she hadn't been left with social services or anything but she had been left with her uncle. He'd been there for her always. He'd always loved her like a daughter, even when he finally had a child of his own. He'd even adopted her and given her his last name.
She remembered Rebecca, who was the woman who'd been the surrogate mother. Becca had been nice, but she hadn't been sorry when Becca died during childbirth. She remembered how her little brother had trusted anyone who came near him.
She chuckled at that. It was because he was so trusting that she'd taught him curse words. Hell, his first word may have been Dada, but his second was fuck. He'd had his lesson about the birds and the bees before their father had even taught her about them. He was three and she was thirteen. Stephanie had gotten them both fake ids and Shane had taken them to the bar.
All three of them had scored that night, she remembered. But she'd been the only one who'd lost their virginity. Steph had lost hers to some random girl the year before and Shane had lost his at fourteen, two years before Steph.
When they'd gotten back to the arena, her dad had been in a match, so she plucked Cameron out of the Undertaker's arms and taken him over to Shane and Steph's locker room. There they'd given the three year old The Talk.
She had to laugh when she thought of the fact that her dad had never found out. He would have yelled so badly.
The last time she'd seen him was at the court battle. She'd broken down sobbing when the judge handed down his ruling. She was to have absolutely no contact with her father or any of the WWF's wrestlers until she turned eighteen. That had left a full three years because the custody battle had taken place in January, just six days after her birthday.
She heard the tell-tale sound of footsteps. It was three in the morning and there was only her around. Her hand automatically went to a stake. It was Mr. Pointy, Kendra's favorite.
Five minutes later, she and her sister Slayer were done dispatching all twenty-five vampires.
"Hey, would you mind if I left the Hellmouth?"
The other Slayer's mouth dropped. She knew that her sister had demons in her past. She knew that that was the reasons why she didn't take even a tiny vacation. "You mean permanently?"
The other young woman nodded. "I might come back if you need me, but I've got to do this. The WWE is hiring new divas. And damn it, I want to be one they hire."
"As long as you keep slaying vamps," Faith grinned, "go for it, B."