Prologue
A red haired, well muscled, tall, beautiful girl walks down the school hallway. She carried herself very well down the hall. She stopped directly behind a girl in front of her locker. "Hello Ariara." The girl suddenly turns around. She is about 5 6" has ratty brown hair with a few blond highlights, she is wearing a guy's large plaid shirt and ratty torn jeans. Her face is very pretty with fascinating gray eyes shining through her hair. She is completely in awe thing to herself. She talked to me, Emily talked to me!
"Hi, Emily."
"So Ariara I was just wondering, where exactly did you get today's ensemble, the trash to maybe the dollar store." Hurt surfaces on Ariara's face as Emily walks off cackling to herself.
"Why did I even turn around, I knew she was just going to insult me. She always does, so what made me think today?" Ariara says to herself angrily as she slips her backpack on and walks out into the newly cool night air. "Today just seems like a weird. Why do the schools insist on keeping us till 5. I somehow doubt that the children in earlier ages had to go…." Ariara rambles as she walks along the road until she looks at her watch and notices its 5:30! "Oh man I am going to be so late for dinner!" Ariara goes into a run towards her house. She finally arrives at her house and takes out her key. She puts her key in the lock and the door swings open. "Weird mom never leaves the door unlocked even if she's home." Ariara looks around the bottom floor calling out her mom and dad's names. When no one answers she climbs the stairs to the 2nd floor. A dead silence covers the entire house. Ariara feels a chill go down her spine . She goes into her parents room and sees them both sitting at the window. "Mom, Dad here you both are." She walks over and walks in front of their chairs. She finally sees what has happened to them. Their throats have been ripped out, other then the few drops of blood on their shirts there is no other trace. Their eyes are both wide with fear and their mouths are open as if they went to scream but never got the chance. Sitting in her mother's lap is a note.
Slayer,
No you have no one.
Ariara drops to the floor the note crumpled in her hand. "Who would do this, what is a Slayer?" she cries out. "Why me?!?" she yells even louder thinking someone might answer her questions if she is louder. A hand lies on her shoulder suddenly and she gasps turning herself around to face a strange man he is in his early 30's, tall, skinny and dressed in a suit and by the sounds of his voice also British. "W-Who are you?"
"I am Ashford Jones, your Watcher and you, you are the Slayer."