The bell finally sounded through the hallway of Sunnydale High.
Swarms of relieved students exited the classrooms quickly. It had
been a long Monday morning, and everyone was ready to leave. Faith
was among those students going to their lockers as fast as they could.
The Slayer spun the combination to her locker, glancing around at
everyone whislt she gathered her things.
It had been a pretty good day. She was invited to the dance..or whatever at the Bronze by a bunch of people throughout the day. But before she went home and report on the first day to her mother, the tired brunette had to take a trip to the library. Gathering all her new books in her backpack, Faith headed down the hallway. Sometime during the day a teacher had given her a map. The map was tiny, and was in the shape of a melted addition sign.
Opening the double doors, the brunette stepped into the musty library. Furrowing her brows slightly, she felt the tingle of a sneeze coming up. The sound of her sneeze made the English librarian pop up from behind the counter. Taking off his glasses and wiping them on a white hankerchief, the Englishman smiled politely.
"Bless you."
"Thanks. You're the librarian, I'm taking it? What with you...being in the library and all - I..I need an Trig book. Ugly math book with numbers and letters?"
Giles nodded to her, scurrying off to gather the book she requested. Faith's enhanced hearing picked up a slight noise coming from the second level of the library. Noiselessly placing her backpack on the table, she reached into it and slid out a stake. Gripping it tightly in her palm, Faith ascended the stairs to the second level. Her watchful, dark eyes scanned around the long shelves of books. A small figure walked passed her, and Faith grabbed it from behind. Slamming the figure into the wall she held a stake to its throat.
"Whoa there, Faith. I don't know how friends you're going to make with that winning hello." The taller woman smirked, eyeing the stake that was being held at her throat. Faith dropped her to the ground, quirking a brow at her. Sliding her stake into her back pocket, Faith crossed her arms defensively over her chest. Biting her lower lip, she glanced at the woman. The strange woman straightened herself out, crossing her arms almost identically to Faith.
"How the hell do you know who I am? 15 seconds or I stake." Faith stated simply, her deadly tone growing more serious. The woman seemed slightly bemused at her idle threat, and it was pissing Faith off greatly. Teetering, she waited for her to speak.
"You're extremely pleasant. You're Faith Summers, Slayer, you're 15. Your mother's name is Joyce, your sister is Dawn, neither of them know about your...abilities. You just moved here from Los Angeles, where you almost got kicked out for ...well, do I haveta continue?"
Faith stood completely dumbfounded. How? What? Who? ...Okay, okay, clear your mind. Clarity. Right. All Faith could think was she either had a really good stalker, or a really smart vampire. She went for the former.
"And you know this because you're, just a guess, ...an insane stalker?" The woman laughed, walking around her and down the stairs. She followed after her, looking around for Giles. Where was the tweedy dude with the accent?!
"Hardly. I'm your Watcher."
"Watching is just like stalking, you know."
"Not just a watcher. Your Watcher. A Slayer is born into each generation. She will fight the vampires, demons, and forces of darkness and stop the swell of their numbers. And the Watcher. Guides her on her path. Reads from the handbook."
"There's a handbook?" Faith pointedly ignored the other comments. She had heard it all before from her other Watcher in LA. Blah blah blah sacred duty, blah blah. Faith knew her role in the world and was trying to fulfull it successfully. She didn't have a Watcher then, and sure as hell didn't need one now.
"Yeah. Didn't you kno- ...Now..." Giles walked in on their conversation, bowing his head as he made the way around the counter to check out the book for her. Faith looked to the hazel-eyed woman, then back to the librarian. Stepping backwards, she thanked the man and walked out of the library. The man turned to the dark-haired woman with a look of puzzlement.
"Think you were a little cryptic with her, Miss Calendar?"
"She'll come around. It's her duty. Or, I'll have to hunt her down. And that'll be successful with her supper powers and all."
"I'm fairly certain you should talk to her alone. It's her first day. I-I'm sure she's on high alert."
"So, I should go stalk my own Slayer? You know, for an Englishman, you're not very quaint." Jenny smirked, playing with the hem of her shirt.
Well, He really was not one for warehouses but considering the amount his followers have grew, it was the only place to go. His pace was slow as he walked along side of a railing, on a path that lead around the second floor, his chilled hand sliding upon the smooth metal. His gaze was set upon an almost mosh-pit looking crowd that completely filled the lower area of the quite large abandoned building. An amused, sort of grim smile formed upon his pale tiers as murderous thoughts accompanied by darkened images filled his head to the brim, ideas flowing forth and spilling onto the whitewash pavement that supplied his feet incased in black boots with a place to stand. He rose his left hand to his face and removed a pair of no-name sunglasses he had stole from a victim while back, right before he threw him into the pit. His emotionless orbs just slightly scanned over the massive crowd full of different age-types, skin color, and race, but all coming together to serve a greater propose, his propose. He slowly made his way over to the cages that almost completely filled the north wall. He finally stopped by a cage with what looked to be a young teenage girl, sixteen maybe. He slowly unlocked the cage and rip the girl out by her hair. As he dragged her to the railing as he had done to others, he could not help but feel attracted to her. She was very good looking. He pushed the thought away as they finally appeared near the rail. As he looked down into the crowd of brainwashed rejects, he spoke. " My followers, my friends I bring you a gift from the gods themselves to you all. They are pleased with the work you have been doing and want you to keep it up. They offer this lovely being next to myself. Remember as you feast upon her flesh and bone, and her brains. I am your leader. Your link to the gods. Obey me and live-forever. Here my children feast. With little push at all the girl was flung off the side of the railing and landed somewhere in the middle of the crowd, slowly disappearing into the bodies. He was proud of her. She took one for the team. He went into his office with that same smile placed on his tiers.
It had been a pretty good day. She was invited to the dance..or whatever at the Bronze by a bunch of people throughout the day. But before she went home and report on the first day to her mother, the tired brunette had to take a trip to the library. Gathering all her new books in her backpack, Faith headed down the hallway. Sometime during the day a teacher had given her a map. The map was tiny, and was in the shape of a melted addition sign.
Opening the double doors, the brunette stepped into the musty library. Furrowing her brows slightly, she felt the tingle of a sneeze coming up. The sound of her sneeze made the English librarian pop up from behind the counter. Taking off his glasses and wiping them on a white hankerchief, the Englishman smiled politely.
"Bless you."
"Thanks. You're the librarian, I'm taking it? What with you...being in the library and all - I..I need an Trig book. Ugly math book with numbers and letters?"
Giles nodded to her, scurrying off to gather the book she requested. Faith's enhanced hearing picked up a slight noise coming from the second level of the library. Noiselessly placing her backpack on the table, she reached into it and slid out a stake. Gripping it tightly in her palm, Faith ascended the stairs to the second level. Her watchful, dark eyes scanned around the long shelves of books. A small figure walked passed her, and Faith grabbed it from behind. Slamming the figure into the wall she held a stake to its throat.
"Whoa there, Faith. I don't know how friends you're going to make with that winning hello." The taller woman smirked, eyeing the stake that was being held at her throat. Faith dropped her to the ground, quirking a brow at her. Sliding her stake into her back pocket, Faith crossed her arms defensively over her chest. Biting her lower lip, she glanced at the woman. The strange woman straightened herself out, crossing her arms almost identically to Faith.
"How the hell do you know who I am? 15 seconds or I stake." Faith stated simply, her deadly tone growing more serious. The woman seemed slightly bemused at her idle threat, and it was pissing Faith off greatly. Teetering, she waited for her to speak.
"You're extremely pleasant. You're Faith Summers, Slayer, you're 15. Your mother's name is Joyce, your sister is Dawn, neither of them know about your...abilities. You just moved here from Los Angeles, where you almost got kicked out for ...well, do I haveta continue?"
Faith stood completely dumbfounded. How? What? Who? ...Okay, okay, clear your mind. Clarity. Right. All Faith could think was she either had a really good stalker, or a really smart vampire. She went for the former.
"And you know this because you're, just a guess, ...an insane stalker?" The woman laughed, walking around her and down the stairs. She followed after her, looking around for Giles. Where was the tweedy dude with the accent?!
"Hardly. I'm your Watcher."
"Watching is just like stalking, you know."
"Not just a watcher. Your Watcher. A Slayer is born into each generation. She will fight the vampires, demons, and forces of darkness and stop the swell of their numbers. And the Watcher. Guides her on her path. Reads from the handbook."
"There's a handbook?" Faith pointedly ignored the other comments. She had heard it all before from her other Watcher in LA. Blah blah blah sacred duty, blah blah. Faith knew her role in the world and was trying to fulfull it successfully. She didn't have a Watcher then, and sure as hell didn't need one now.
"Yeah. Didn't you kno- ...Now..." Giles walked in on their conversation, bowing his head as he made the way around the counter to check out the book for her. Faith looked to the hazel-eyed woman, then back to the librarian. Stepping backwards, she thanked the man and walked out of the library. The man turned to the dark-haired woman with a look of puzzlement.
"Think you were a little cryptic with her, Miss Calendar?"
"She'll come around. It's her duty. Or, I'll have to hunt her down. And that'll be successful with her supper powers and all."
"I'm fairly certain you should talk to her alone. It's her first day. I-I'm sure she's on high alert."
"So, I should go stalk my own Slayer? You know, for an Englishman, you're not very quaint." Jenny smirked, playing with the hem of her shirt.
Well, He really was not one for warehouses but considering the amount his followers have grew, it was the only place to go. His pace was slow as he walked along side of a railing, on a path that lead around the second floor, his chilled hand sliding upon the smooth metal. His gaze was set upon an almost mosh-pit looking crowd that completely filled the lower area of the quite large abandoned building. An amused, sort of grim smile formed upon his pale tiers as murderous thoughts accompanied by darkened images filled his head to the brim, ideas flowing forth and spilling onto the whitewash pavement that supplied his feet incased in black boots with a place to stand. He rose his left hand to his face and removed a pair of no-name sunglasses he had stole from a victim while back, right before he threw him into the pit. His emotionless orbs just slightly scanned over the massive crowd full of different age-types, skin color, and race, but all coming together to serve a greater propose, his propose. He slowly made his way over to the cages that almost completely filled the north wall. He finally stopped by a cage with what looked to be a young teenage girl, sixteen maybe. He slowly unlocked the cage and rip the girl out by her hair. As he dragged her to the railing as he had done to others, he could not help but feel attracted to her. She was very good looking. He pushed the thought away as they finally appeared near the rail. As he looked down into the crowd of brainwashed rejects, he spoke. " My followers, my friends I bring you a gift from the gods themselves to you all. They are pleased with the work you have been doing and want you to keep it up. They offer this lovely being next to myself. Remember as you feast upon her flesh and bone, and her brains. I am your leader. Your link to the gods. Obey me and live-forever. Here my children feast. With little push at all the girl was flung off the side of the railing and landed somewhere in the middle of the crowd, slowly disappearing into the bodies. He was proud of her. She took one for the team. He went into his office with that same smile placed on his tiers.