Chapter 2
Flashback:
"Miss, please sit down," coaxed the man, the stranger who was visiting her home. Kennedy frowned, it was her 14th birthday and this man shows up on her doorstep claiming to know more about her than she herself knows. "I think you'd want to be sitting if you knew what I am about to tell you," he smiled as she reluctantly walked over to an overstuffed chair and sat cross-legged, wrapping her arms around a cushion. "Do you know the extent of your capabilities?"
"I-I don't think I understand your question, sir," came the shaky reply. Kennedy's parents had been sent to another area of the house: this man's words were for Kennedy's ears alone.
"You are a very unique person, indeed…haven't you noticed any qualities in yourself?"
"Well, I'm used to getting pretty much everything I want…a lot of kids want that, but I have it."
"I meant other things…like speed, strength…interest in the mystical and the occult," the man's voice held a hint of an English accent.
Kennedy puffed her chest out proudly, all sense of caution erased, and brought an air of importance about her. "Well, I AM the fastest on the track team…and I guess I'm pretty strong for someone who doesn't work out regularly. And unicorns are so cute…those count as mystical right?"
The man shook is head and sighed, a little exasperated. "Vampires, for instance."
"Who in fucks name would go around believing in vampires?"
Didn't this girl's parents ever teach her manners? "Kennedy, in this world there are things that go unnoticed by normal, mortal, humans," I can't believe I'm actually doing this…this speech gets old after a while. "Unto each generation a Slayer is born, one girl to fight and protect the world from the forces of darkness that threaten the future each day. She alone has the strength to fight the vampires and demons of this earth," or something to that extent.
"O…k? Assuming you aren't the loony bin escapee that the asylum has been on the look out for, what does this have to do with me?"
"An abnormality formed several years ago. A Slayer was killed, and then her life was restored. But her death left a gap of time long enough for a new Slayer to be called. They existed side-by-side for some time, then the younger one strayed to the side of darkness…she was comatose for eight months, and returned with a vengeance. Currently she is in prison seeking redemption," the man paused for a moment. "Now, aside from the Slayers, there are certain girls in this world with the "potential" to be called at the death of a current Slayer. You happen to be one."
"Ok, I think you should go now."
"Can you at least hear me all the way out?"
"Yeah, all the way out our front door," mumbled young Kennedy.
"There is a council dedicated to the training and guidance of the Slayer. The older, more adept and likely to be called potentials are also assigned these
Watchers, as we are called. I was sent here to begin your training in the martial arts, and in the ways of becoming a full-fledged Slayer. You may never be called, but you will have the knowledge and many of the skills found in a Slayer…you'll be strong and quick-minded. You'll have the ability to protect yourself and others if the occasion arrives…are you listening?"
Kennedy nodded slowly, still trying to absorb it all. "I'm not sure I trust the part about vampires and demons and shit…but when do I start training?"
"As soon as you'd like. Your parents have me hired as a "tutor" so I can help you study and work in training at the same time. Is that alright with you?"
"Why can't they know? If I'm strong, if I'm smart, I want them to know."
"You can show them how truly amazing you are without telling them anything that will convince them to have you committed to that lovely insane asylum you so dearly spoke of before. Just try your hardest in school, and in your sports. I bet they're already proud of you track skills."
"But why can't I tell them about the training and the slaying thing and stuff?"
"You could, but it wouldn't be the best thing. No one is supposed to know. That's the thing about being a Slayer or Potential. There's always the chance that you, Kennedy, can have the calling. And you use it to hide everyday dangers from the rest of the world. If the world knew about vampires, demons, witches and the sort, how do you think they'd react? They'd think they were constantly in danger. Chaos would flood everything, push it out and away."
"Ok…ok…I guess you do have a point there."
"When shall we begin?"
A/N: I know it's short, but I'm tired. This is the best I do when I'm not functioning. I want reviews. Please. The more reviews, the more I update. And the more frequent the updates.
