I do not own any characters in the Whedon Buffyverse. So I went a little dark with the last one. This one will be a little happier and a little short.

I was 12 when I felt my ' slayerness' awaken. I felt happy, sad and scared all at the same time. My Watcher, Damon, had been training me for a year. Mostly book stuff. He was worried when he found me. He was pretty sure he was the last Watcher and he said a couple others he'd been keeping a eye on had disappeared. It's why he approached me so young. I thought he was a perv at first, but he convinced me he was legit.

Damon had decided to start training me in martial arts. I was playing around and decided to do a chop on a wooden board with my hand. I felt a surge of strength hit as my hand hit the board , breaking it in half. We both stared at in surprise. Damon rushed me home, telling me to stay at home until he called.

A few days later he showed looking worn out. He still wasnt very clear on what had happened, but even though the last Slayer was still alive I had been activated.

He wanted to step up my training, but was not going to allow me to patrol until I was older. He was fairly positive it wouldn't be a problem as South Dakota wasn't a hotbed of activity.

So for three years I trained . Growing stronger, faster and skilled in field medicine and counteracting spells. I was also growing bored. It was the winter of 2006 when Damon brought a guy named Andrew with him. Andrew had a group of girls a few years older than me with him.

He explained a little more about what had happened and how they were searching for others like me. They asked if I wanted to come help search and potentially fight vampires and other monsters. I had graduated early by going the G.E.D. route so school wouldnt be a problem. I didnt think it would be hard to convince my parents either. I gave Andrew a big smile. " I'd love too. What took you so long?"