I forgot this in the 1st chapter... so I'll do it now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from BTVS or Angel. I DO own Rayne and Evan,
however.
AN: Hopefully you like it. I know it probably didn't get interesting until last chapter, but here's more. Enjoy ^_^ And I'm sorry it's took so long to finish this chapter, but it's done now!
~*~*~
I woke up at about eleven Saturday morning. I felt strange, but everything looked normal. Sitting up, I realized why I felt strange when the room began to spin. Letting a small cry escape my lips, my head fell back down to the pillow. Grabbing the back of my skull, I remembered being pulled out of my bedroom window and coming to some while later, lying in my front yard. Then I remembered that mysterious handsome guy who'd been there when I awoke.
Slowly, I attempted to sit up again. The pain shot through my head, but I fought it until I was in a sitting position. For a moment, everything was dark and a tingling sensation went through my entire body.
After the spinning subsided and my vision was clear, I looked around. The first thing I noticed was that my chair was still next to my bed. The next thing I noticed was that my window had been closed. I knew I couldn't have done it, so I assumed the guy had.
Looking at my nightstand, I smiled. There on the edge of the table sat a small box. Taking the box in my hand, I opened it to reveal the large silver cross. Looking back to the nightstand, I saw a small, white business card. On it were a phone number and an address that was not far from where I lived. It also said that the company was Angel Inc. On the bottom of the card, there was one thing that had been written and not typed. 'Ask for Angel or Cordelia'
Taking one more look around my room, I saw that my phone had been placed on the charger, as well. This guy, whoever he was, had intrigued me greatly. I put on the necklace that he'd given to me and I thought of it as a birthday present. After doing that, I slowly made my way to the bathroom, using the wall to both hold me up and guide me.
In the hallway, I came across a sleepy Angela. I remembered that she slept as late as she possibly could and for her, even eleven, was early. She gave me an evil look and I sneered back.
"So it's your birthday. You're sixteen now. Almost a woman. That isn't going to make your daddy love you anymore," Angela sneered jealously. I smiled, although everything was spinning.
"No. It only shows that you could never be my mother because I'm sixteen and you're twenty-six and Daddy is thirty-six. You were ten when my daddy was twenty. That sounds a lot like statutory rape to me," I sneered. She looked at me angrily and went back to the bedroom to probably go back to sleep. I continued into the bathroom and quickly sat on the toilet seat.
As soon as everything stopped spinning, I was able to stand and lean on the sink.
"So this is my birthday?" I asked my reflection. "How wonderful. The world is spinning and that bitch monster decided to spend the night last night. She's going to ruin it. This is a beautiful cross, though." I stared at the cross and soon spaced out.
~*~*~
Hours later, many people had begun to arrive for my party and everything seemed to be going better. Angela was still being an evil bitch, but even she was forced to be nice. Everything was set up and everyone was in a good mood. Evan did pull me aside at one point to ask about earlier that morning.
"Rayne, can I talk to you?" Evan asked. I nodded and we went up to talk in my bedroom while everyone else stayed downstairs.
"What is it?" I asked, somewhat innocently. I'd taken some Tylenol about three times already, but my head was still throbbing and everyone once in a while, there would be white flashes or spinning, or darkness.
"What happened this morning?" He asked, concerned. "You opened your window and it sounded like you fell and hit the ground. Then you don't answer me for a while. Then you finally do and you sound confused, not even yourself."
"I... I don't know," I said. I didn't want to lie to him. "I fell. That's all I remember. My head... I hurt it pretty bad. Everything keeps spinning." I didn't have to tell him everything, but at least one part of the truth to keep it from seeming too suspicious.
"Where did you hit it? How hard? Is there a bump? A cut?" Evan sounded worried. I indicated the spot in which it hurt and gave him a look that said, 'I'm trusting you, but please be gentle'. He smiled and gently began to feel it.
The pain was almost over bearing, but I knew that he wasn't trying to hurt me, so I pretended as best as I could that it didn't hurt. He messaged the area that the pain was coming from.
"Does this hurt?" He asked, gently running his fingers over it.
"No." I winced, choking back my tears. My eyes were watering and I was hoping he wasn't going to look at my face.
"There's a bump. And there's a cut. You don't really want anybody to see it, but you should wrap it up. Since you're not going to, I guess you should just take some Tylenol," He concluded.
"I've taken six already!" I cried out, turning toward him. He saw the pain in my face and the tears streaming down my cheeks and frowned.
"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have lied to me. I would've stopped," He said softly. I wiped my eyes and smiled.
"It's fine. Someone had to find out what's wrong with it. It might as well have been you," I said. "Let's go back downstairs before they start to think we were eaten alive by evil cake Martians or something," I said, smiling.
"You're not yourself right now," Evan said. "But let's go."
"Sorry that Steve's here," I said, looking into his eyes. "I promise nothing's going to happen, though."
With that, we went down to enjoy the party. That is, as best as I was able, I enjoyed the party.
~*~*~
The party was great. I got a lot of jewelry and accessories and money. The best presents were probably the laptop and cell phone I received from my dad, though.
Everyone got along. I made sure that Steve was clear that Evan was there and that he wasn't going to bother him. They started talking and when everyone was leaving, they walked out together as if they were the best of friends. After I realized that no one had stayed to help clean up, I was a little bit upset, but I didn't care.
Throughout the entire day, my head had still hurt, but every time I did something that wasn't me, Evan was there to make up some excuse. At one point, I remember everything started spinning, like in some sort of time warp or something and it didn't stop for a few minutes. That was probably the worst, because after it was over, I went and threw up in the bathroom.
As I was about to start cleaning up, my dad asked me to come upstairs with him. I followed him into the bedroom and he closed the door, I guessed so that Angela wouldn't hear him. He indicated that I should sit on the bed next to him, and I did so.
"What is it Daddy?" I said, somewhat excited and confused. He smiled and then looked down, sadly.
"I know you've had to have seen this," He said, opening his wallet and pulling out the picture of that pretty blonde girl.
"Yeah. I saw it a few days ago. I didn't mean to look at it, but it fell out of your wallet when I picked it up. I'm really sorry, I wasn't trying to be nosy," I said, upset that he'd caught me snooping.
"No, it's fine. I'm glad you've seen it," He looked up and his eyes were glassy. I tilted my head to the side, like a confused puppy would.
"Daddy? What is it?" I asked, on the verge of tears myself. I'd never seen my dad cry before. That wasn't something he did. My dad was supposed to be strong and here he was, my rock, breaking down.
"She was your sister, Rayney. Her name was Buffy," He began, pulling me closer. "She was a wonderful girl. But there were some things. She burned down the gym in the old high school. So her and your mom moved to Sunnydale."
"You never told me that I had a sister. Why?" I asked, my feelings hurt.
"There was something about you girls. I don't know. Something wasn't right. Like, you weren't meant to be together or something. So we sent you to live with your Nana and Buffy stayed with us. You never knew about each other," He paused and I looked at him in disbelief. "But now she's dead and there's no reason in hiding it from you."
"There was NEVER a reason to hide it from me!" I cried, pulling away from him and standing up. "I've trusted you with everything in this world and you can't tell me one detail in my life! 'Oh yeah! By the way, you have a sister. She doesn't live that far away, but don't plan on meeting her because it would be awkward for me and your now deceased mother and we like being selfish!' That's just great, Daddy!" I stormed out of his room and pushed past Angela, who was coming out of the bathroom. I went downstairs to begin cleaning, my head throbbing the worst it had since I'd hurt it.
~*~*~
"Come on, Cyrus! I don't want her to kill me!"
"I doubt that she will," An old man with a British accent told the other, younger man, in the dark. "The one thing I am certain of is that you will not kill her, though."
"There's no intention," The younger man said, walking under a street light. In the light, he looked to be about twenty years old and very handsome. He had dark brown hair and dark, almost black, eyes on his pale skin. He had somewhat large lips and his nose was small for a male. He was very muscular, his triceps bulged in his arms. "I honestly prefer sheep blood."
"That would be a good thing, Christopher," Cyrus said. After that statement, they stopped in front of Rayne's house. Cyrus looked up to see the lights in the living room and kitchen were on. Rayne was in the kitchen, her head hanging low.
"She's about to take the trash out back," Christopher said, indicating that they should go into the backyard.
"Let's go," Cyrus said. The two of them quietly sneaked to the back, as Rayne slowly made her way to the back door.
~*~*~
I'd finished cleaning in the dining room and living room quickly, but the kitchen was going to be a pain. And as hard as I'd tried, I couldn't stop my tears from falling. My own father, the one person I loved more than anyone, had been lying to me my entire life!
Lost in thought and surrounded by self-pity, I carried the first trash bag out back. I opened up the trashcan and put the bag in. Then I sat on the steps and began to cry again. There was a sound like footsteps coming from the side of the yard, so I looked up to see who was there.
"Hello?" I called into the night. At the sound of my voice, a handsome young man, older than myself, appeared from around the side of the house. He smiled and I just stared at him.
"Can I help you?" I asked, somewhat afraid and somewhat curious. He seemed very mysterious and at the same point, not.
"Yes. I was wondering if you could possibly interest me in something to eat," He said. He had a clear, melodious voice and all of his words seemed to flow smoothly.
"Um... I can see what we've got. What would you like?" I asked, now more cautious than anything else. He began advancing toward me and I held my ground, but there was fear in my eyes and heart. My head was also hurting, but I didn't want him to know that I was injured for some reason.
"I would love some..." He whispered in my ear. "Blood!" At that, he grabbed me and threw me to the ground. However, he didn't throw me violently, but a small gasp escaped my lips as my head hit the ground. The way his face looked was something I'd never seen before. He looked evil and angry. There were large wrinkles in his forehead between his eyes, which were then yellow, instead of brown. He also had fangs. Staring up at him in horror, I started to cry again.
"Come on, Rayne!" A male voice with a British accent called out to me. "Don't be so afraid. Rush at him! But don't kill him." I looked for a body to go with this voice, but there was none. Looking back at the guy, I knew what I had to do.
"You're-you're a fucking vampire!" I cried out. 'Damn it!' I thought. 'That's NOT what I was supposed to do!'
"That's right, Rayne. Kill me!" He shouted angrily, rushing toward me. I decided to go at him, too.
"Punch him in his face!" The British voice cried. Doing as I was instructed, I punched the vampire in the face. He fell to the ground and stared up at me in amazement. I looked at my fist and then stared at him in amazement. That blow felt so powerful. I'd never felt so strong before.
"Wow. She's got it!" The vampire cried to the darkness. I guessed he was talking to the other voice. Rushing at him again, I began to pummel his face. Right then left and right then left. My arms were flying faster than I knew what to do with them. The vampire cried out and pushed me off of him.
"Cyrus! She's finished!" He cried.
"Yes, I suppose you're right, Christopher. She's had her fun. Now we explain," The British man said, coming out of the darkness. He looked like an old mage. His hair and beard were long, gray, and scraggly. He wore a long, dark robe that went all the way to his feet and dragged on the ground. I looked around in confusion.
"How do you start something like that? How's about I just summarize the whole story?" The vampire, Christopher, asked. His face had turned back to it's original, human form, except that there was blood and cuts all over his face from my blows.
"You do that, Christopher. Then I'll give detail to whatever she wants to know," The British man, Cyrus, said. I was afraid.
"I don't want to know anything!" I cried. "I want you to leave! This is just a dream!" I began to celebrate as I thought all of it was just a dream. "My daddy didn't really lie to me! I don't have a sister, so she can't be dead! I didn't hit my head this morning! I'm not really about to die from head trama! And you're not here! You know why? Because vampires aren't real!"
"This is very real," Cyrus said sternly. "And this is very serious, so please listen." Surprised at the tone in his voice, I sat on the steps of the porch and listened.
"There are vampires and there are slayers," Christopher began. "The original slayer died... again. Now the council has decided to make you slayer. As in, you can't decide not to be. The only way that you won't be the slayer anymore is if you die. Slayers slay demons, such as vampires and anything that doesn't look normal. You have to train with your Watcher. Cyrus here, is your Watcher. He teaches you what you need to know and helps you stay fit. Do you know how to slay certain creatures?"
"No..." I said softly. He grinned and Cyrus pulled out a silver dagger and a wooden stake. Christopher took them in his hands.
"With the knife, you would stab a demon in the heart. This wouldn't do anything to a vampire, except give them a lot of pain. But it would heal. Unless you were to cut their head off. Then they would turn to dust and they'd be dead. The same thing happens if you stake them in the heart," Christopher explained.
"Wait. I HAVE to do this? There's no option? I HAVE to slay these fictional characters?! And I'm really strong?"
"Super human strength," Cyrus corrected.
"And he's a Watcher thing? What do they do? Watch me look like an idiot?"
"No, actually, he would rarely be there when you're fighting," Christopher said. "And we're not fictional."
"I don't believe this," I said.
"Okay. That's fine. You can go on not believing for the rest of your life. You'll go on killing vampires and demons and getting hurt. But the getting hurt won't matter because you heal fast now. But this will all be fake to you, even though this is your life now," Christopher said sarcastically.
"What happened to the slayer? Who was she?" I asked curiously.
"She closed a portal to a Hell Dimension by throwing herself into it. This was on the Hell Mouth... Sunnydale," Cyrus explained.
"Sunnydale? Who was the slayer?" I asked again.
"A girl by the name of Buffy Summers. She was the greatest slayer of all time. She'd died before and came back. This time, she wasn't so lucky," Christopher explained. My jaw dropped.
"My sister was the slayer?!" I cried out. Cyrus smiled and nodded.
"And now you're following in her footsteps," He said.
~*~*~
So my life took that unexpected turn. It was change and it was certainly different. Hadn't I asked for change? That wasn't exactly what I'd been asking for, though. The rest of my life spent like that, just hoping that I wouldn't die. And I was following in my sister's footsteps and I didn't even know her! But, as crazy as my life would now be, that night was far from over.
AN: Hopefully you like it. I know it probably didn't get interesting until last chapter, but here's more. Enjoy ^_^ And I'm sorry it's took so long to finish this chapter, but it's done now!
~*~*~
I woke up at about eleven Saturday morning. I felt strange, but everything looked normal. Sitting up, I realized why I felt strange when the room began to spin. Letting a small cry escape my lips, my head fell back down to the pillow. Grabbing the back of my skull, I remembered being pulled out of my bedroom window and coming to some while later, lying in my front yard. Then I remembered that mysterious handsome guy who'd been there when I awoke.
Slowly, I attempted to sit up again. The pain shot through my head, but I fought it until I was in a sitting position. For a moment, everything was dark and a tingling sensation went through my entire body.
After the spinning subsided and my vision was clear, I looked around. The first thing I noticed was that my chair was still next to my bed. The next thing I noticed was that my window had been closed. I knew I couldn't have done it, so I assumed the guy had.
Looking at my nightstand, I smiled. There on the edge of the table sat a small box. Taking the box in my hand, I opened it to reveal the large silver cross. Looking back to the nightstand, I saw a small, white business card. On it were a phone number and an address that was not far from where I lived. It also said that the company was Angel Inc. On the bottom of the card, there was one thing that had been written and not typed. 'Ask for Angel or Cordelia'
Taking one more look around my room, I saw that my phone had been placed on the charger, as well. This guy, whoever he was, had intrigued me greatly. I put on the necklace that he'd given to me and I thought of it as a birthday present. After doing that, I slowly made my way to the bathroom, using the wall to both hold me up and guide me.
In the hallway, I came across a sleepy Angela. I remembered that she slept as late as she possibly could and for her, even eleven, was early. She gave me an evil look and I sneered back.
"So it's your birthday. You're sixteen now. Almost a woman. That isn't going to make your daddy love you anymore," Angela sneered jealously. I smiled, although everything was spinning.
"No. It only shows that you could never be my mother because I'm sixteen and you're twenty-six and Daddy is thirty-six. You were ten when my daddy was twenty. That sounds a lot like statutory rape to me," I sneered. She looked at me angrily and went back to the bedroom to probably go back to sleep. I continued into the bathroom and quickly sat on the toilet seat.
As soon as everything stopped spinning, I was able to stand and lean on the sink.
"So this is my birthday?" I asked my reflection. "How wonderful. The world is spinning and that bitch monster decided to spend the night last night. She's going to ruin it. This is a beautiful cross, though." I stared at the cross and soon spaced out.
~*~*~
Hours later, many people had begun to arrive for my party and everything seemed to be going better. Angela was still being an evil bitch, but even she was forced to be nice. Everything was set up and everyone was in a good mood. Evan did pull me aside at one point to ask about earlier that morning.
"Rayne, can I talk to you?" Evan asked. I nodded and we went up to talk in my bedroom while everyone else stayed downstairs.
"What is it?" I asked, somewhat innocently. I'd taken some Tylenol about three times already, but my head was still throbbing and everyone once in a while, there would be white flashes or spinning, or darkness.
"What happened this morning?" He asked, concerned. "You opened your window and it sounded like you fell and hit the ground. Then you don't answer me for a while. Then you finally do and you sound confused, not even yourself."
"I... I don't know," I said. I didn't want to lie to him. "I fell. That's all I remember. My head... I hurt it pretty bad. Everything keeps spinning." I didn't have to tell him everything, but at least one part of the truth to keep it from seeming too suspicious.
"Where did you hit it? How hard? Is there a bump? A cut?" Evan sounded worried. I indicated the spot in which it hurt and gave him a look that said, 'I'm trusting you, but please be gentle'. He smiled and gently began to feel it.
The pain was almost over bearing, but I knew that he wasn't trying to hurt me, so I pretended as best as I could that it didn't hurt. He messaged the area that the pain was coming from.
"Does this hurt?" He asked, gently running his fingers over it.
"No." I winced, choking back my tears. My eyes were watering and I was hoping he wasn't going to look at my face.
"There's a bump. And there's a cut. You don't really want anybody to see it, but you should wrap it up. Since you're not going to, I guess you should just take some Tylenol," He concluded.
"I've taken six already!" I cried out, turning toward him. He saw the pain in my face and the tears streaming down my cheeks and frowned.
"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have lied to me. I would've stopped," He said softly. I wiped my eyes and smiled.
"It's fine. Someone had to find out what's wrong with it. It might as well have been you," I said. "Let's go back downstairs before they start to think we were eaten alive by evil cake Martians or something," I said, smiling.
"You're not yourself right now," Evan said. "But let's go."
"Sorry that Steve's here," I said, looking into his eyes. "I promise nothing's going to happen, though."
With that, we went down to enjoy the party. That is, as best as I was able, I enjoyed the party.
~*~*~
The party was great. I got a lot of jewelry and accessories and money. The best presents were probably the laptop and cell phone I received from my dad, though.
Everyone got along. I made sure that Steve was clear that Evan was there and that he wasn't going to bother him. They started talking and when everyone was leaving, they walked out together as if they were the best of friends. After I realized that no one had stayed to help clean up, I was a little bit upset, but I didn't care.
Throughout the entire day, my head had still hurt, but every time I did something that wasn't me, Evan was there to make up some excuse. At one point, I remember everything started spinning, like in some sort of time warp or something and it didn't stop for a few minutes. That was probably the worst, because after it was over, I went and threw up in the bathroom.
As I was about to start cleaning up, my dad asked me to come upstairs with him. I followed him into the bedroom and he closed the door, I guessed so that Angela wouldn't hear him. He indicated that I should sit on the bed next to him, and I did so.
"What is it Daddy?" I said, somewhat excited and confused. He smiled and then looked down, sadly.
"I know you've had to have seen this," He said, opening his wallet and pulling out the picture of that pretty blonde girl.
"Yeah. I saw it a few days ago. I didn't mean to look at it, but it fell out of your wallet when I picked it up. I'm really sorry, I wasn't trying to be nosy," I said, upset that he'd caught me snooping.
"No, it's fine. I'm glad you've seen it," He looked up and his eyes were glassy. I tilted my head to the side, like a confused puppy would.
"Daddy? What is it?" I asked, on the verge of tears myself. I'd never seen my dad cry before. That wasn't something he did. My dad was supposed to be strong and here he was, my rock, breaking down.
"She was your sister, Rayney. Her name was Buffy," He began, pulling me closer. "She was a wonderful girl. But there were some things. She burned down the gym in the old high school. So her and your mom moved to Sunnydale."
"You never told me that I had a sister. Why?" I asked, my feelings hurt.
"There was something about you girls. I don't know. Something wasn't right. Like, you weren't meant to be together or something. So we sent you to live with your Nana and Buffy stayed with us. You never knew about each other," He paused and I looked at him in disbelief. "But now she's dead and there's no reason in hiding it from you."
"There was NEVER a reason to hide it from me!" I cried, pulling away from him and standing up. "I've trusted you with everything in this world and you can't tell me one detail in my life! 'Oh yeah! By the way, you have a sister. She doesn't live that far away, but don't plan on meeting her because it would be awkward for me and your now deceased mother and we like being selfish!' That's just great, Daddy!" I stormed out of his room and pushed past Angela, who was coming out of the bathroom. I went downstairs to begin cleaning, my head throbbing the worst it had since I'd hurt it.
~*~*~
"Come on, Cyrus! I don't want her to kill me!"
"I doubt that she will," An old man with a British accent told the other, younger man, in the dark. "The one thing I am certain of is that you will not kill her, though."
"There's no intention," The younger man said, walking under a street light. In the light, he looked to be about twenty years old and very handsome. He had dark brown hair and dark, almost black, eyes on his pale skin. He had somewhat large lips and his nose was small for a male. He was very muscular, his triceps bulged in his arms. "I honestly prefer sheep blood."
"That would be a good thing, Christopher," Cyrus said. After that statement, they stopped in front of Rayne's house. Cyrus looked up to see the lights in the living room and kitchen were on. Rayne was in the kitchen, her head hanging low.
"She's about to take the trash out back," Christopher said, indicating that they should go into the backyard.
"Let's go," Cyrus said. The two of them quietly sneaked to the back, as Rayne slowly made her way to the back door.
~*~*~
I'd finished cleaning in the dining room and living room quickly, but the kitchen was going to be a pain. And as hard as I'd tried, I couldn't stop my tears from falling. My own father, the one person I loved more than anyone, had been lying to me my entire life!
Lost in thought and surrounded by self-pity, I carried the first trash bag out back. I opened up the trashcan and put the bag in. Then I sat on the steps and began to cry again. There was a sound like footsteps coming from the side of the yard, so I looked up to see who was there.
"Hello?" I called into the night. At the sound of my voice, a handsome young man, older than myself, appeared from around the side of the house. He smiled and I just stared at him.
"Can I help you?" I asked, somewhat afraid and somewhat curious. He seemed very mysterious and at the same point, not.
"Yes. I was wondering if you could possibly interest me in something to eat," He said. He had a clear, melodious voice and all of his words seemed to flow smoothly.
"Um... I can see what we've got. What would you like?" I asked, now more cautious than anything else. He began advancing toward me and I held my ground, but there was fear in my eyes and heart. My head was also hurting, but I didn't want him to know that I was injured for some reason.
"I would love some..." He whispered in my ear. "Blood!" At that, he grabbed me and threw me to the ground. However, he didn't throw me violently, but a small gasp escaped my lips as my head hit the ground. The way his face looked was something I'd never seen before. He looked evil and angry. There were large wrinkles in his forehead between his eyes, which were then yellow, instead of brown. He also had fangs. Staring up at him in horror, I started to cry again.
"Come on, Rayne!" A male voice with a British accent called out to me. "Don't be so afraid. Rush at him! But don't kill him." I looked for a body to go with this voice, but there was none. Looking back at the guy, I knew what I had to do.
"You're-you're a fucking vampire!" I cried out. 'Damn it!' I thought. 'That's NOT what I was supposed to do!'
"That's right, Rayne. Kill me!" He shouted angrily, rushing toward me. I decided to go at him, too.
"Punch him in his face!" The British voice cried. Doing as I was instructed, I punched the vampire in the face. He fell to the ground and stared up at me in amazement. I looked at my fist and then stared at him in amazement. That blow felt so powerful. I'd never felt so strong before.
"Wow. She's got it!" The vampire cried to the darkness. I guessed he was talking to the other voice. Rushing at him again, I began to pummel his face. Right then left and right then left. My arms were flying faster than I knew what to do with them. The vampire cried out and pushed me off of him.
"Cyrus! She's finished!" He cried.
"Yes, I suppose you're right, Christopher. She's had her fun. Now we explain," The British man said, coming out of the darkness. He looked like an old mage. His hair and beard were long, gray, and scraggly. He wore a long, dark robe that went all the way to his feet and dragged on the ground. I looked around in confusion.
"How do you start something like that? How's about I just summarize the whole story?" The vampire, Christopher, asked. His face had turned back to it's original, human form, except that there was blood and cuts all over his face from my blows.
"You do that, Christopher. Then I'll give detail to whatever she wants to know," The British man, Cyrus, said. I was afraid.
"I don't want to know anything!" I cried. "I want you to leave! This is just a dream!" I began to celebrate as I thought all of it was just a dream. "My daddy didn't really lie to me! I don't have a sister, so she can't be dead! I didn't hit my head this morning! I'm not really about to die from head trama! And you're not here! You know why? Because vampires aren't real!"
"This is very real," Cyrus said sternly. "And this is very serious, so please listen." Surprised at the tone in his voice, I sat on the steps of the porch and listened.
"There are vampires and there are slayers," Christopher began. "The original slayer died... again. Now the council has decided to make you slayer. As in, you can't decide not to be. The only way that you won't be the slayer anymore is if you die. Slayers slay demons, such as vampires and anything that doesn't look normal. You have to train with your Watcher. Cyrus here, is your Watcher. He teaches you what you need to know and helps you stay fit. Do you know how to slay certain creatures?"
"No..." I said softly. He grinned and Cyrus pulled out a silver dagger and a wooden stake. Christopher took them in his hands.
"With the knife, you would stab a demon in the heart. This wouldn't do anything to a vampire, except give them a lot of pain. But it would heal. Unless you were to cut their head off. Then they would turn to dust and they'd be dead. The same thing happens if you stake them in the heart," Christopher explained.
"Wait. I HAVE to do this? There's no option? I HAVE to slay these fictional characters?! And I'm really strong?"
"Super human strength," Cyrus corrected.
"And he's a Watcher thing? What do they do? Watch me look like an idiot?"
"No, actually, he would rarely be there when you're fighting," Christopher said. "And we're not fictional."
"I don't believe this," I said.
"Okay. That's fine. You can go on not believing for the rest of your life. You'll go on killing vampires and demons and getting hurt. But the getting hurt won't matter because you heal fast now. But this will all be fake to you, even though this is your life now," Christopher said sarcastically.
"What happened to the slayer? Who was she?" I asked curiously.
"She closed a portal to a Hell Dimension by throwing herself into it. This was on the Hell Mouth... Sunnydale," Cyrus explained.
"Sunnydale? Who was the slayer?" I asked again.
"A girl by the name of Buffy Summers. She was the greatest slayer of all time. She'd died before and came back. This time, she wasn't so lucky," Christopher explained. My jaw dropped.
"My sister was the slayer?!" I cried out. Cyrus smiled and nodded.
"And now you're following in her footsteps," He said.
~*~*~
So my life took that unexpected turn. It was change and it was certainly different. Hadn't I asked for change? That wasn't exactly what I'd been asking for, though. The rest of my life spent like that, just hoping that I wouldn't die. And I was following in my sister's footsteps and I didn't even know her! But, as crazy as my life would now be, that night was far from over.