After hearing all of that nonsense about vampire slayers and evil
demonic creatures, I had to just laugh. Christopher and Cyrus both looked
at me skeptically, but I continued to laugh, as tears began to roll down my
cheeks. Then I was crying. They then looked at me quizzically.
"This is real," I cried. "It was funny to me and then the tears just came and the reality of this something that is so not real set in." Cyrus nodded with understanding.
"Yes. Now you've accepted it," He said. I shook my head.
"No! I haven't accepted this as ME! It can't be! I know that it's real, but no," I objected. Christopher glared at me.
"Now that you've accepted this as reality, there's something you have to do," He explained. "There's a demon in your home. She is getting ready to strike. You have to save your father."
Everything in me dropped then. My soul, my spirits, my heart, my face, and everything in my body. I'd never felt so much pain in one day, I'd never cried so much in my entire life. Right at that moment, when he told me about my dad, all I could think about was how I needed to apologize. There was a sinking feeling in my very existence that something wasn't going to be right. I pulled myself up and walked into the house.
"Daddy!" I called. There was no answer. "Daddy!" I was screaming frantically. "Daddy! Daddy!" I ran to the foot of the stairs and saw him at the top of the landing. Relieved, I began to ascend.
"What's wrong, babe?" He asked. His voice was a little strange, but that was because it was lined with sorrow. His first daughter had died and he'd just had an argument with his remaining one. Meeting him at the top of the stairs, I hugged him closely.
"Daddy! I thought I'd lost you! This guy, a Watcher, he said that you were in trouble. Actually, it was Christopher that told me this," I explained happily.
"Cyrus? Christopher? Who are these people, Rayne?" He asked curiously.
"The Watcher and the vampire?" the voice of Angela said from the darkness of the doorway to my dad's bedroom. "That would make you the Slayer." There was a hissing noise, and a green, plant looking thing with lots of arms, or vines, came out of the darkness.
"Daddy!" I cried. He was too shocked to do anything, so I was forced to drag him down the stairs. She, or it, was getting closer, I could hear it. I could feel it's hot breath on the back of my neck. Turning into the kitchen and slamming the door behind us, Dad finally regained control.
"What the hell was that?!" He cried out in alarm. I hugged him again.
"That was the thing I was supposed to be saving you from. I think it's Angela, Daddy. You've been dating a demon for a year and a half?!" I cried. Pulling one of the chairs up to the door, I put it under the doorknob. I knew it wasn't going to hold for long because the plant creature had already put a hole in the door and was reaching through with one of its vines.
"We have to get back," He said, trying to remain calm. I knew he was having trouble because his veins were popping out and his eyes were bulging. It reminded me of a heart attack, except that he wasn't clutching his chest and coughing.
"Cyrus!" I called outside. "Help us!" Hearing my plea, he came into the kitchen just as 'Angela' broke completely through the door.
"Here!" He shouted, tossing me a dagger.
I remember getting slapped by one of those vines and flying into the wall. I felt the floor and the knife in my hand. My vision had temporarily left me. My head had hit the wall so hard that I couldn't see. I cried out in pain, but didn't have time to worry about it. Then there was a splatter of something warm. Then I opened my eyes to find that my vision had returned. However, that was the last thing I wanted to see after opening my eyes.
There on the floor was my father's body. The only difference was that his head was lying next to his body, rather than on top of his shoulders. Waves of fear, sorrow, and fury all flowed through me at the same time. I looked at the knife in my hand and the blood of my father that was splattered on me. I felt sick and I wanted to just heave and throw up everything, but I couldn't. I didn't have time.
"Rayne!" Christopher shouted from the outside. "Kill the bitch!" Getting to my feet and realizing my goal, I rushed at her.
I cut off one of her vines and she hissed in pain as the green blood flowed onto the floor. For the first time, I saw her razor sharp teeth as her mouth literally shot at me. However, before I knew what was going on, Cyrus jumped in front of me.
He cried out in pain as the teeth dug into his skin. His eyes, filled with power and pain at the same time, locked on to mine.
"Now!" He shouted, with his last bit of energy, as he fell to the floor. Listening to his words, I stabbed the creature in her heart and felt the green blood ooze over my hand.
Letting go of the knife, I stepped back and smiled savagely at her.
"There you go, you fucking bitch!" I cried out. "You've ruined my life for one and a half fucking years! You've killed my father and my Watcher all in the same time. Now I've stolen your god damn life!"
I laughed hysterically as I fell to the ground, the knees of my white pants soaking up the blood of my father and my Watcher.
For the longest time, I just sat there and cried and laughed. I'd ridden myself of her, but now I had to get away. I couldn't be found with two dead bodies and what looked like a murdered plant. I wasn't a murderer and I had a world to save, now. After a long pause, staring at the fearful expression on my father's face, I went upstairs and grabbed a few belongings. Then I changed my clothes and put the bloody ones into my bag. I then walked outside and began walking towards the nearest gas station with Christopher by my side.
"This is real," I cried. "It was funny to me and then the tears just came and the reality of this something that is so not real set in." Cyrus nodded with understanding.
"Yes. Now you've accepted it," He said. I shook my head.
"No! I haven't accepted this as ME! It can't be! I know that it's real, but no," I objected. Christopher glared at me.
"Now that you've accepted this as reality, there's something you have to do," He explained. "There's a demon in your home. She is getting ready to strike. You have to save your father."
Everything in me dropped then. My soul, my spirits, my heart, my face, and everything in my body. I'd never felt so much pain in one day, I'd never cried so much in my entire life. Right at that moment, when he told me about my dad, all I could think about was how I needed to apologize. There was a sinking feeling in my very existence that something wasn't going to be right. I pulled myself up and walked into the house.
"Daddy!" I called. There was no answer. "Daddy!" I was screaming frantically. "Daddy! Daddy!" I ran to the foot of the stairs and saw him at the top of the landing. Relieved, I began to ascend.
"What's wrong, babe?" He asked. His voice was a little strange, but that was because it was lined with sorrow. His first daughter had died and he'd just had an argument with his remaining one. Meeting him at the top of the stairs, I hugged him closely.
"Daddy! I thought I'd lost you! This guy, a Watcher, he said that you were in trouble. Actually, it was Christopher that told me this," I explained happily.
"Cyrus? Christopher? Who are these people, Rayne?" He asked curiously.
"The Watcher and the vampire?" the voice of Angela said from the darkness of the doorway to my dad's bedroom. "That would make you the Slayer." There was a hissing noise, and a green, plant looking thing with lots of arms, or vines, came out of the darkness.
"Daddy!" I cried. He was too shocked to do anything, so I was forced to drag him down the stairs. She, or it, was getting closer, I could hear it. I could feel it's hot breath on the back of my neck. Turning into the kitchen and slamming the door behind us, Dad finally regained control.
"What the hell was that?!" He cried out in alarm. I hugged him again.
"That was the thing I was supposed to be saving you from. I think it's Angela, Daddy. You've been dating a demon for a year and a half?!" I cried. Pulling one of the chairs up to the door, I put it under the doorknob. I knew it wasn't going to hold for long because the plant creature had already put a hole in the door and was reaching through with one of its vines.
"We have to get back," He said, trying to remain calm. I knew he was having trouble because his veins were popping out and his eyes were bulging. It reminded me of a heart attack, except that he wasn't clutching his chest and coughing.
"Cyrus!" I called outside. "Help us!" Hearing my plea, he came into the kitchen just as 'Angela' broke completely through the door.
"Here!" He shouted, tossing me a dagger.
I remember getting slapped by one of those vines and flying into the wall. I felt the floor and the knife in my hand. My vision had temporarily left me. My head had hit the wall so hard that I couldn't see. I cried out in pain, but didn't have time to worry about it. Then there was a splatter of something warm. Then I opened my eyes to find that my vision had returned. However, that was the last thing I wanted to see after opening my eyes.
There on the floor was my father's body. The only difference was that his head was lying next to his body, rather than on top of his shoulders. Waves of fear, sorrow, and fury all flowed through me at the same time. I looked at the knife in my hand and the blood of my father that was splattered on me. I felt sick and I wanted to just heave and throw up everything, but I couldn't. I didn't have time.
"Rayne!" Christopher shouted from the outside. "Kill the bitch!" Getting to my feet and realizing my goal, I rushed at her.
I cut off one of her vines and she hissed in pain as the green blood flowed onto the floor. For the first time, I saw her razor sharp teeth as her mouth literally shot at me. However, before I knew what was going on, Cyrus jumped in front of me.
He cried out in pain as the teeth dug into his skin. His eyes, filled with power and pain at the same time, locked on to mine.
"Now!" He shouted, with his last bit of energy, as he fell to the floor. Listening to his words, I stabbed the creature in her heart and felt the green blood ooze over my hand.
Letting go of the knife, I stepped back and smiled savagely at her.
"There you go, you fucking bitch!" I cried out. "You've ruined my life for one and a half fucking years! You've killed my father and my Watcher all in the same time. Now I've stolen your god damn life!"
I laughed hysterically as I fell to the ground, the knees of my white pants soaking up the blood of my father and my Watcher.
For the longest time, I just sat there and cried and laughed. I'd ridden myself of her, but now I had to get away. I couldn't be found with two dead bodies and what looked like a murdered plant. I wasn't a murderer and I had a world to save, now. After a long pause, staring at the fearful expression on my father's face, I went upstairs and grabbed a few belongings. Then I changed my clothes and put the bloody ones into my bag. I then walked outside and began walking towards the nearest gas station with Christopher by my side.