I suppose if i'm asking you to trust me i should explain myself, who I am, how I can help you. My name is Christina Ally Hart. I was born in England in 1982, in a little town called Cherry Burton. I wasn't a Watchers council child. I grew up without any idea of the supernatural undercurrent in the world. I had a normal life, I had a loving family, a mother, father, and two younger sisters. I went to parties and had boyfriends and finish my school years with very little fanfare and decent enough grades. I floundered for a while after school, being odd jobs but I eventually enlisted in the army at the age of 19.
I did well in the army, lots of potentials do apparently. I had these dreams throughout my entire life, almost every night. The only extraordinary thing about me. Dreams of fights I've never had, of demons and dark creatures and of dying. So many times I died in my sleep. But I could fight, without any training or instruction, my body just knew what to do. I excelled in the army. Within the year I had been promoted twice. Then on my twentieth birthday I was contacted by a covert group and offered a place in special ops. I was going to be one of the best, the elite. Fighting to defend my country from all manner of threats. It was everything I'd ever wanted.
I was fighting when the world changed. His name of Michael and he was my friend. We'd been fighting for around 15 minutes, with the instructor yelling at us for the sidelines and the rest of our squad betting their duties for the night on who would win. I wasn't the favourite. I rarely was. I went to punch him, full strength in the jaw. I'm pretty small and light, barely 5'3 and 60lbs on a bad day. It shouldn't have done anything more than break his jaw and then only if I got the angle right. It killed him. My slayer powers activated just as I threw the punch, I hit him with full slayer force, he flew back about 10 feet into a stone wall. He never got up again.
I was arrested and locked away in the same building I've been taught to defend. The guards looked at me strangely, everyone did. They were scared of me, there was no way i should have been able to throw that kind of a punch. They thought I was on drugs, i even heard whispers of spying. They thought I was their enemy, suddenly the men and women i thought of as my second family had become strangers to me. I was going to be thrown out of the programme, out of the army. A dishonourable discharge. I thought my life was over.
That night I had my first, first Slayer dream. I was in the desert in some remote part of the world and I felt strong, powerful. Like nothing on this world could stop me. I knew i was something good, something feared but good. And I knew I couldn't stay there, could not wait for judgement. I could hear her voice in the back of my head, telling me to run. When I woke up I fought my way out the facility and ran.
I found the government had lied to me, I wasn't in England anymore. I was in some remote part of China, but I didn't know that at the time. I had no indeed what I was, what I could do or where I could go, but I knew instinctively I had to keep moving, that I couldn't go home. That I didn't really have a home to go to. I learnt to listen to my body and found i could leap from the ground onto the roof of a single story building, I could knock down a metal door with a few kicks and I could keep pace with a moving car for a good mile.
Then I started getting attacked, by these weird creatures. People with green skin and horns, men and women with sharp teeth and messed up faces. I ran again.
Eventually I killed one, a vampire. Male, he looked young and smelt dead. He trapped me against a building and I lashed out knocked him back again and again until he stumbled right into a tree and then *poof* he turned to dust. He went from messed up person into little pieces of ash. I thought I'd gone crazy. But then there was Oz. He heard the sounds of my fight and came help me thinking i was a helpless civilian about to be eaten. He saw me fight, he saw Buffy in me, and faith. Saw the moves of theirs I'd taken from my dreams and he knew. He followed me, just to make sure.
I knew something was following me, he followed me back to my pathetic hotel and knocked on my door. It was strangely told me I was a slayer and I laughed in his face. He told me of demons and vampires and young woman who save the world and can bend a rifle in two with a single hand. I laughed at him again. Then he turned from a normal young guy; with an odd taste in clothing and more jewellery on one of his wrists then I owned, into a wolf. Right there in my hotel room he changed. After that I started to listen to him.
He told me that he'd known two slayer before Buffy and Faith. He explained the rule of one girl in the world fighting the demons and monsters, he told me Faith must have died. He told me of Kendra, the slayer before Faith. A slayer who's death I have lived in my dreams. He told me about werewolves like him and explained how he managed to control his inner wolf, then he told me of vampires. Infected humans who drink blood just like in the legends. And the Hellmouth, the literally mouth of hell where demons come to try to end the world.
It's been 3 weeks since then, we've been moving slowly. Taking down evil creatures where we can. That how I found this book, apparently magic is just a real as vampires. I write in this book and you read it in the next book you open. At least I hope you do. The creature that sold me this book was purple, light purple and she kind of glowed. At least I think it was a she. She told me I wasn't alone, that every slayer everywhere had been activated. She said there is close to 2000 of us. I haven't met any, maybe one of you reading this can could find us.
We're in Russian at the moment working our way across to the very border, hopefully we'll be able to find a ship to jump into Alaska then travel down. We're aiming to get to Cleveland, USA. Home of it's very own we have decided to fight, to protect people. I've decided to stick around, to fight. I'm not running anymore.
