August 3, 2003
I cracked an egg on the edge of the pan, and sighed as I watched it sizzle
and sputter. Willow had been training me for almost a week, and I had
enough bruises to form constellations. Slaying was way harder than I first
expected. I sat down at our kitchen table and glanced at the book Willow
had given me to read. It was a big, old, leather covered book, which reeked
of mothballs and dust. "Slayre" was written on the cover in bold letters,
and the pages were old and worn. They looked about as worn as I felt. As I
touched the cover, I felt a sudden chill flow through my body. It was as if
I could see, hear, and feel all the women who had read this book before me.
I smiled to myself, and got to work reading.
By 6:00 I was already sitting in the cemetery with Willow, awaiting sunset. She was in the middle of telling me about the time she and her friends had turned into their Halloween costumes. The best part about slaying with Willow was she always had an exciting story to tell. I loved hearing about the trouble her and her friends managed to get themselves into. Entranced by her tales, I felt as if I personally knew the people she spoke of. My heart ached for that sort of excitement and adventure they had. If only I knew then what thrill my life would soon bring me.
"Willow?" I asked, after she finished her story.
"Hmm?" She replied, turning to me.
"Where do I go from here?" I wondered aloud, hugging my knees to my chest. She smiled for a brief moment, before looking off into the distance.
"Well, I'm leaving on Sunday. One of my friends called me last night. Apparently they just got that last of the potentials shipped off to where they need to be," Willow replied, "So I'm going back home."
"Where is home exactly?" I asked.
"Su- I mean Boston," She answered.
"Oh. Since you guys have all those potentials to fight, what are you going to do now?" I continued.
"I don't really know. I suppose I'll get a job, and maybe my own place eventually. It's not like we're totally done fighting. We're still needed for the big stuff, none of the potentials have that kind of experience yet," Willow explained, "That and we have to start re-building the watcher's council." As I thought back to the part of my current reading material about watchers, a new question arose in my head.
"Do I have a watcher?" I asked. I felt kind of stupid, asking her all of those questions and all. But I think she enjoyed it.
"I am I guess," She smiled at me. Willow is a pretty cool person when your not convinced she's nuts.
"So what do I do after you leave?" I wondered. I didn't really even want to think about Willow leaving. Besides Kita, she was really my only friend. And she was the only key I had to unlocking my heritage and destiny as a slayer.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about tonight. What do you think about coming with me to Boston?" She replied, a glimmer of hope in her eye. On the outside I was beaming. Just the thought of meeting all her friends, and helping in the fight against evil excited me. But inside, I was afraid. Afraid of leaving Red Kill. So far, Red Kill was my life, it was everything to me. Which I admit, is sad, since it is just a small red neck town.
"You don't have to go if you really don't want to," Willow replied, protectively putting her hand on my back.
"I want to. At least I think I do," I answered. They needed me as much as I needed Red Kill, if not more. So my decision was final. I was going to go to Boston with Willow.
By 6:00 I was already sitting in the cemetery with Willow, awaiting sunset. She was in the middle of telling me about the time she and her friends had turned into their Halloween costumes. The best part about slaying with Willow was she always had an exciting story to tell. I loved hearing about the trouble her and her friends managed to get themselves into. Entranced by her tales, I felt as if I personally knew the people she spoke of. My heart ached for that sort of excitement and adventure they had. If only I knew then what thrill my life would soon bring me.
"Willow?" I asked, after she finished her story.
"Hmm?" She replied, turning to me.
"Where do I go from here?" I wondered aloud, hugging my knees to my chest. She smiled for a brief moment, before looking off into the distance.
"Well, I'm leaving on Sunday. One of my friends called me last night. Apparently they just got that last of the potentials shipped off to where they need to be," Willow replied, "So I'm going back home."
"Where is home exactly?" I asked.
"Su- I mean Boston," She answered.
"Oh. Since you guys have all those potentials to fight, what are you going to do now?" I continued.
"I don't really know. I suppose I'll get a job, and maybe my own place eventually. It's not like we're totally done fighting. We're still needed for the big stuff, none of the potentials have that kind of experience yet," Willow explained, "That and we have to start re-building the watcher's council." As I thought back to the part of my current reading material about watchers, a new question arose in my head.
"Do I have a watcher?" I asked. I felt kind of stupid, asking her all of those questions and all. But I think she enjoyed it.
"I am I guess," She smiled at me. Willow is a pretty cool person when your not convinced she's nuts.
"So what do I do after you leave?" I wondered. I didn't really even want to think about Willow leaving. Besides Kita, she was really my only friend. And she was the only key I had to unlocking my heritage and destiny as a slayer.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about tonight. What do you think about coming with me to Boston?" She replied, a glimmer of hope in her eye. On the outside I was beaming. Just the thought of meeting all her friends, and helping in the fight against evil excited me. But inside, I was afraid. Afraid of leaving Red Kill. So far, Red Kill was my life, it was everything to me. Which I admit, is sad, since it is just a small red neck town.
"You don't have to go if you really don't want to," Willow replied, protectively putting her hand on my back.
"I want to. At least I think I do," I answered. They needed me as much as I needed Red Kill, if not more. So my decision was final. I was going to go to Boston with Willow.