Lucy: The Vampire Slayer
Chapter 4: Babysteps
Dawn's POV
Earlier-
"The Key will open and the Trinity will fall." I hate prophecies. Especially ones that include me. "The Key, I'm assuming would be you." I nod. Why is this happening? It's day one. I just thought I'd meet my slayer, tell her about her destiny, and start training her. But a prophecy. On the first day. You've got to be kidding me. "There's still quite a bit to translate but the Trinity would be the three girls you've just met." And my slayer's involved in the prophecy, seriously, not a good day. "The Eye, The Hand, and The Soul." I read under the word Trinity. The question's on the tip of my tongue but Sue beats me to it. "Brittany's a seer, Quinn's a slayer, obviously, and Santana is, a long story but suffice it to say, she's a witch."
So Kennedy has a sister, who she's never told me about, and who happens to be a witch, and also happens to be mentioned in a prophecy, fantastic. I know communication was never really a strong aspect of our relationship but- ugh, nevermind. I'm not thinking about her right now. I refuse. Also Sue is still talking and incurring her wrath is a bad thing. One thing is bugging me though. "Do they know? About the prophecy?" She shakes her head and tells me, in no uncertain terms, that I'm not to inform them of this. I get not wanting to alarm them until the prophecy is completly translated but I'd personally rather them be afraid in the light than unaware in the dark. "I know what you're thinking," she says and I'm pretty sure she actually does, "You want to be a good watcher and tell your charge, but them knowing could be the start of this prophecy fulfilling itself. The parodoxical predictions are actually the worst." There's a pain in her tone of voice that has me agreeing to keep silent. I've heard it in a few of my fellow watchers after they've lost their girls. "I could use your help looking after them, all of them." Right. I guess that means I'll keep an eye on them in glee. No problem. "So in addition to Schuester's dancing monkeys club, you'll be assisting me with the Cheerios." Problem. I don't cheerlead, tried it once, didn't work out so well. I say as much and get another glare. "I'm not asking you to be a cheerleader, I'm telling you to be a coach. All you have to do is train your slayer under the guise of being my assistant." Sensing that the only answer is yes, I nod and she goes to a closet and throws a tracksuit at me. This is officially hell.
Present time-
No this is hell. As Quinn, Santana and for some reason Brittany do their 82nd lap around the track under my watchful eye, I realise that fate isn't done screwing around with me yet. She jogs up slowly and I do my best to ignore the way my heart races. I attempt to ignore her as well but-
"Hey," she says as she watches the Trinity run. I'm not listening, I refuse. Maybe I'm just imagining her, maybe it's the First. Wait, that would make her dead and that's definately something I can't deal with. She puts a hand on my shoulder. Good, not the First. It's comforting in more than a 'she's alive' way. "Can we, um, talk?" I shrug the hand off. I'm not dealing with her right now. "Busy," I mumble. I don't look at her but I know a frown found it's way onto her face. I move to the other side of the track as the girls pass, Santana sending her sister a scowl as she goes.
Kennedy's POV
Step Two of my 'Make up for stupid shit' plan, isn't going so well. Not that Step One did either. Dinner with my father and half sister last night was about as awkward as possible, especially with both of us showing bruises from our mini-brawl, and Papi doing most of the talking. He was apparantly glad to see me again which came as a bit of a shock considering the way I left. There was yelling and broken glass if that paints a picture of how that conversation went. Brittany waves at me as she follows Santana and Quinn, both of them having slowed their gait in order for her to catch up. I imagine running with a demon and a slayer must be a bit tiring.
And there's the Lopez family glare coming from Satan. No, Santana. She's my sister and I have to treat her better. Remember Step One. God, how did this all get so screwed up. We used to be close, S and I. She used to be my little sister not my half sister and certainly not that demon who lives in my house. I don't know how we drifted apart so badly but I guess it started when my step mother left. Whatever. All I know is that I have to fix things, if I don't want that prophecy coming true. I can't lose my little sister or her friends. Or the woman I-
The woman I have deep emotional type feelings for. Am I really such a coward I can't admit it to myself? Okay so Step Two is freaking me out a little, better get back to Step One for now. As they round the corner again, I jump onto the track and start running next to San. "We need to talk." She immediately starts running faster but I stay next to her regardless. "Seriously Tana." She stops at the old nickname but a whistle and a few insults from a megaphone get the both of us running again. I may not go to this school anymore but Sue Sylvester has always been terrifying. I wasn't even a cheerleader but everyone knew the terror in a tracksuit and now I find out she knows about the supernatural and well, I'm not sure I trust my sister's life in her hands. Not that most people would trust it in mine but that's what Step One is for. "You're in danger."
She's no longer trying to outrun me so I'll take that as a step in the right direction. "Best friend to one slayer, half sister to another, not to mention I'm a witch with a seer for a girlfriend, I'm always in danger." Girlfriend? "You finally told Britt how you feel?" It may have been a while but I've always known how she's felt about the blonde. "Not that it's any of your business, but yeah."
"You're my sister, of course it's my business." As soon as I say it, I know I shouldn't have. She's eerily calm, a very bad sign. "Right, now I'm your sister. When you left for California, I wasn't. I was just," she pauses, "What did you call me? I think it was 'monster'." Before I have a chance to apologize, I'm hurtling towards the ground and Santana and Quinn are leaving me in the dust. Brittany stops to help me but chases after the other two as soon as I'm up. I suddenly remember why I started seeing my baby sister as the devil. It's Brittany. It's what Santana did to her when they were kids. "The Witch will fall and the Seer will view all."
"What did you say?" I didn't realise I said it outloud but sure enough, Dawn is staring at me with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing," even I wince at how quickly that came out of my mouth. "Really, because it sounded suspiciously prophetic to me." I shrug and my ex simply grabs my arm and drags me to the bleachers where Sylvester stands. "I knew you were here for a reason Lopez Number Two," she says and I have to be a little annoyed because, "I'm older, how am I Number Two?"
"Not the point Ken," My mood lightens a bit as I notice that Dawn is still holding my arm. She must notice too as she releases her grip as if I was on fire. "What do you know?" No point in lying now. "Only what Spike told me, he-"
"Spike?"
Oh yeah, totally forgot she didn't know about him being here. Or about him being y'know, alive. To an extent. I am just batting a thousand today aren't I? Might as well move on to Step Three.
I fucking hate Step Three.