Destiny- the vampire slayer.
A fan fic by Marion.
My name is Micheal. The year is 2420. My life has been that of a watcher in training up till now. There once was a time when there was only one slayer but that all changed with a girl called Buffy Summers and her watcher Giles in the 1990's.
Not only did Buffy die and come back, so that there was a second slayer, a fiesty girl called Faith who was called. No Buffy did much more than this. She and her friend Willow Rosenberg made it so every potential was a slayer. Every potential in line for the slayer power woke up to the power to heal the world of the darkness of evil demons and the job of protecting the innocent.
Then a few years later Buffy broke the seed of Magic and the line of Slayers was stopped forever. Imagine a time when there were ten's of thousands of slayers in the world yet knowing that when the generation died- the world would be void of Slayers.
Yet Willow Rosemberg- who is one of the most powerful witches of all time; managed to bring magic back. With this the line of slayers was reactivated. It is believed that there was one hundred and fifty thousand active slayers alive on Earth at the time. All these slayers have a web of potentials who will never be activated. Yet when each of these slayers dies, one of those potentials is called.
So because of Buffy and Willow there was on record one hundred and fifty thousand slayers. We even had an underground social network system of our own, which still runs today.
Now let me introduce myself. My name is Micheal and I have been training in the watchers council since I was five. My parents were Christian's and believed I would be doing God's work.
When they told the Watcher's council about my visions. How I would see things a day or two before they happened, the council were interested. My mum Elspeth White believed I was chosen for this work. She had that the powers that be must have taken a link from God. A person no one truly knows or understands even though we know of numerous alternate dimensions.
So, at five years old I hugged my mother goodbye and watched as my father Richard White cried his eyes out- as a kindly woman from the watchers council enlisted me as a trainee watcher.
"He will take his exams and ten and then fourteen. If he passes he will continue to be educated by us in watcher matters. You are aware if for any reason he fails any of these tests, he will come back to your family home" the woman had a kindly face.
My mother bent down and looked seriously at me. Remember that I was only five, "Now you promise me son. Promise me you'll be the best watcher you can be. There will one-day be a girl, she'll probably be sixteen, and she will need you to train her to fight monsters. Like the one's you see on TV but only real. Real like the one's in your visions".
I nodded and hugged her and my dad with all my might. Then the lady with mid length curly brown hair who was dressed in formal watcher attire led me into the brand building which was the South East England Watcher academy.
I heard my mother cry and my father console her. I didn't look back as I heard them get into their car and drive off. They had prepared me for this. I knew it was my calling.
I will describe to you in future detail what the Watchers Academy was like as time goes on. How I only saw my parents every few years yet would receive letters and emails.
How I was enrolled in 'littles' the school wing for giftedly bright children who were training to be watchers. We had a lot of children who would have entered the care system but instead were given to the watchers council to potentially train.
Times were always dangerous for Slayers and Watchers. Yet Slayers aren't born into their power until their sixteen. In this day and age, we do not bother potential slayers as the likelyhood of them being chosen when a slayer dies is so rare.
Now lets fast-forward to where we are now. I graduated my training as a watcher aged twenty-one. I studied a bachelors degree in the History of Slayers, which would only get you a job with the watchers council as it's got it's own university which isn't regarded by a world that pretends it doesn't know about all this.
I'm twenty-four now. I saw my slayer before I got my morning email that she had woken up. The seers had explained how one of off-grid slayers (I.e one of those slayers not vouched for in our extensive records and on our network) had died and a young girl in Devon had woke up this morning with the power.
Her name was Destiny, which is something I had not seen yet this girl was to be my slayer, and I her watcher. I was excited yet nervous to meet her.
It's four am when I get the call that I am finally required to take a roll as a watcher. I'm one of the highest regarded watchers in training in England. My visions mean that I have been able to help other slayers by just meeting them.
Yet this is my slayer. My destiny and I feel so nervous as I put on my formal suit and pack the slayer hand-book in the car that will drive me to Paighton in Devon where she lives.
She only became a slayer in the last eighteen hours, it hasn't even been a day! I know she sixteen and in year eleven of school. It's March, so she won't even have taken her GCSE exam's just yet. She's so young.
I look dazzlingly smart in my suit. My short blond hair looks presentable and I smell of the mind soap which is always in stock at the watchers dorms.
I get into the car by 5am and the driver shows me his I.D. I've seen him before. He drives watchers and slayers around. It's a good job and one that can sometimes be high risk though.
"Good morning. Your finally becoming a fully working watcher" says my driver Rodger. He's in his fifties.
"Can you believe it. My head is spinning from the anticipation".
"Did you see her in one of your visions?"
"I did have a dream last night. About a girl with brown hair. I've seen her photo in my emails, she was the girl in my dream. Yet I didn't get a picture of what she was like. Just her face".
Rodger begins to drive. The car is driverless, yet we have precautions on our cars where a driver can take over to exceed speed limits when needed.
Rodger doesn't need to drive but watches the sat-nav just the same. He plays quiet classical music in the background. The car journey will take three and a half hours.
As I check my phone, I see that the council are already arranging to move me to Paighton. They tell me they are in the process of acquiring me a studio flat on the other end of the town, so no one gets suspicious about me.
So here we are, driving down to Devon. I am about to start my calling, move into a new flat and meet the girl who's job it is for me to protect and guide, as she fights the vampires and demons of this world.
I think about the image I saw in my mind. A girl with longest brown hair who was slender and had fairly tanned skin. She was wearing a school uniform blazer and looking in a mirror. She looked ordinary. She looked like any slayer does, just a normal sixteen year old girl with ancient power.
I text back and forth with the watchers council as we drive. They do not know much about Destiny, accept that she goes to Grainmont high school, which is a state school in the area. They have her address now. She's an only child living in a three bedroom terrace by the seaside.
By the time the three and a half hour journey is over. I have destiny's phone number, name on facebook and social media accounts. I have her address and the address of family and friends.
I also have a file on my little laptop in my bag with all her records and everything that they could find online. From how she seems to be like a normal student. She's chosen French, Art, Media studies and History for her optional GCSE options. I feel curious to imagine how being a slayer will affect her education.
It's twenty-minutes to eight in the morning when I arrive in Paighton. Esme Darlington, a member of the council from the South West watchers council department meets me. There are four main bodies of the council for the four parts of the country.
Esme is pretty and short. Her short brown hair is in a pixie cut. She looked slender in her suit.
"Micheal" I say as I greet her.
"Yes, Micheal. We've been expecting you. Come into my car so we can talk privately".
I follow her into a black Aldi. She turns on some quiet music and we talk. "Destiny hasn't left her house yet. Our computing team have hacked into her facebook. She hasn't posted anything since yesterday. She posted nothing out of the ordinary".
Esme hands me the tablet with Destiny's facebook page on it. The page is locked so I can scroll through. She has a small number of friends. There are a few pictures of her with people who are posting on her wall. She looks like a normal teenage girl. From her profile, I would imagine she's a nice girl.
"Your flat is being purchased by the watchers council fund. Yet it might take a few weeks. So, in the meantime you will be staying at the Westview inn. It's a quiet guesthouse and we've already booked you in".
It's a Sunday. I wonder how Destiny feels. It's been less than twenty-four hours since she has been activated.
"We have spies closely monitoring her house. She hasn't left her bedroom yet. Yet she's awake and sitting on her bed" Esme hands me photo's taken by a spy of the girl sitting on her bed.
"Our technologies the best in the world. The camera's on a pen and we were able to take such presise pictures as she had the window ever so slightly ajar. She hasn't said anything yet but we've left a recording device at her window and a postal service will leave a pizza letter with a recording device in the house" Esme smiles brightly, her brown eyes lighting up.
Esme set's her car to drive me into the town. She fills me in on the people 'who know' about vampires. Those to trust and those that would wish Destiny harm as they are aligned to vampires and other demons.
The town's population is just under fifty-thousand. It's no where near the hell mouths in Cleveland Ohio, USA. Yet there are vampires everywhere. They breed like rats.
I enjoy the drive around the town with Esme. By the time it is 12pm, Esme's phone and mine beep at the same time. Destiny has left her house in jogging clothing and is running in the beach near her home.
The car turns around as we prepare to make first contact.
'Just remember, I'll do the talking. You'll stay in the car. I'll just ask her for the time and bump into her just enough to place a recording and listening device on her clothing'
And that's just what Esme does. I watch on her tablet as she has a pin on her blazer which holds a camera.
Esme walks along the beach until she comes into contact with destiny. I see she is of medium height and particularly slim.
"Excuse me" Esme says.
"Yes?" Destiny replies, she sounds flustered.
"I was wondering if you had the time. I left my phone at home"
Destiny looks on her smart watch, "12.30pm" she says and smiles at Esme.
"Thank you" Esme says and trips and falls into Destiny who catches her. "Sorry, I'm so clumsy at times. Hope your Ok?"
"I'm fine. Are you all right?" Destiny says.
"Yes. I'm fine thank you. Have a nice day" Esme walks away and after Destiny is out of sight she returns to the car where I am sitting.
"Bingo" Esme says.
Esme brings up the recording where we can see Destiny running. The camera is so advanced we can zoom in on her face which has a worried expression.
She is breathing so smoothly as she runs laps through the beach.
We drive to my guest house. I'm given a copy of the video's we have of destiny. I'll be ready to make my move soon. Yet all the watcher's council are preparing. I will find a right time. I know I'm expected to do it in the next few days as her powers grow in her body as she fully begins to experience them.
I sit in my room in the guesthouse. It's very nice. It has a single bed, a huge TV and an on-suit shower. I feel excited to meet Destiny and start my life away from the Watchers Academy which has been my life since I was five.
I drink a cup of coffee and watch on my tablet the screens of Destiny who has returned home after an hour run on the beach. I turn the camera off when she showers and return when she is in her room.
I can see her writing in a journal. She explains how she feels different. She feels weird and she is scared by this new feeling. She describes it as being on strength pills. She explains in her diary how she's always been athletic and been able to run. Yet she's never felt so incredible strong.
The world outside of the tight knit community doesn't know about slayers. Like I said, we have a whole social network much like facebook for slayers and other members of our community such as there watchers. It has ranks where allies can join such as witches and werewolves involved in the fight against evil.
I open a fresh page on my watchers journal and write all about today down. I am keeping a close eye on Destiny. I am doing everything I can. I will make my move in class tomorrow, as I have been assigned the job of supply French teacher.
The normal French teacher mysteriously won a price to Paris and called in sick with a tummy bug. I have two days to observe Destiny at school tomorrow and find out when my right time is to tell her that she is a slayer.