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Chapter 1- Prophecy Girls
London, England: January 21st, 1981
"Two new potentials have been born." Quentin Travers told the young man sitting across from him. They both belonged to the Watcher's Council, a powerful group of men and women, who along with a young girl called the Slayer, fight the forces of darkness.
"How do you know this?" The young man Dominick Brenton asked.
"The seer told me that twin girls were born today in Oakland, California and both children are potentials." Quentin told his young charge.
"Twins?!" Dominick asked incredously, "Is that even possible?"
"Not only is it possible, but it is prophesied," Quentin explained, "The time will come when two children are born from the same womb and both will be the Chosen Ones. They will fight the forces of darkness as a combined force."
"How come I didn't know about this prophecy?" Dominick asked.
"This prophecy is rather unknown for no one knew when this would happen, however it is important that we separate these girls."
"What? Why?" Dominick asked perturbed.
"We are not doing it now, Dominick, but we must because if they are to be called separately they can not know about one another because the only way one can be called is if the other girl dies." Quentin explained. "You are to go to Oakland now and watch these girls grow until I give you the order for them to be separated." Dominick nodded but in his heart doing what his mentor asked didn't feel right. The girls would not be called for many years, why must they be separated. Quentin on the other hand had not divulged Dominick in the whole prophecy. The prophecy stated that while the girls would fight together, the time would come when one child chose to turn towards light and goodness and the other would turn towards darkness and evil and Quentin felt that in order to thwart this prophecy the girls must be separated so the council could intervene.
Oakland, California: January 21st, 1981
Joyce Summers laid back in her hospital bed exhausted from giving birth to twin daughters just moments before. She was assured that both her daughters were fine but she had barely got a glimpse of them before they were whisked away to the nursery to be checked over and cleaned up. Her husband Hank had gone with the girls to the nursery, and told Joyce that as soon as they were clean up and deemed healthy they would bring them back so she could hold them and see them. For right now she just lay back on he bed and tried to get her strength back. She heard a faint knock on the door and her husband Hank came in with a nurse pushing two incubators.
"Hey honey are you ready to see our babies?" He asked kissing his wife.
"Yes, I've been waiting for this." Joyce told him. The nurse picked up one of the girls and laid her in her mother's arms. The baby was wide-awake surveying the world with her bright green eyes. She had a patch of baby fine blonde hair and a peaches and creme complection . She was wriggling and trying to grasp her mother's hair with her tiny fists. Joyce bent down and kissed her daughter's soft skin taking in the smell of baby powder. She then handed the baby to Hank as the nurse handed her the other child. This little girl was so content to be laying in her mother's arms, she was crying while she was laying in the incubator but as soon as she was placed in her mother's arms she was silent. She was looking at her mother with wide chocolate brown eyes and unlike her sister she had a thick patch of dark brown hair and tan skin which Joyce knew she must of have gotten from Hank's Italian-German heritage. She just laid and reveled in the beauty of her two tiny but perfect daughters wondering how she got so lucky.
"Honey, These are your daughters, have you thought of names for them yet?" Hank asked.
"Yes this little beauty is going to be Faith Elizabeth," Joyce told him indicating the small girl she was holding, "And that little angel you have is going to be Buffy Anne." Her husband smiled and kissed his wife and then kissed his daughters amazed at how in just a few short hours his family had grown.
"Buffy and Faith, you are my little angels." He murmured testing out there names before it was time to give them back to the nurse so she could take them to the nursery.
Chapter 1- Prophecy Girls
London, England: January 21st, 1981
"Two new potentials have been born." Quentin Travers told the young man sitting across from him. They both belonged to the Watcher's Council, a powerful group of men and women, who along with a young girl called the Slayer, fight the forces of darkness.
"How do you know this?" The young man Dominick Brenton asked.
"The seer told me that twin girls were born today in Oakland, California and both children are potentials." Quentin told his young charge.
"Twins?!" Dominick asked incredously, "Is that even possible?"
"Not only is it possible, but it is prophesied," Quentin explained, "The time will come when two children are born from the same womb and both will be the Chosen Ones. They will fight the forces of darkness as a combined force."
"How come I didn't know about this prophecy?" Dominick asked.
"This prophecy is rather unknown for no one knew when this would happen, however it is important that we separate these girls."
"What? Why?" Dominick asked perturbed.
"We are not doing it now, Dominick, but we must because if they are to be called separately they can not know about one another because the only way one can be called is if the other girl dies." Quentin explained. "You are to go to Oakland now and watch these girls grow until I give you the order for them to be separated." Dominick nodded but in his heart doing what his mentor asked didn't feel right. The girls would not be called for many years, why must they be separated. Quentin on the other hand had not divulged Dominick in the whole prophecy. The prophecy stated that while the girls would fight together, the time would come when one child chose to turn towards light and goodness and the other would turn towards darkness and evil and Quentin felt that in order to thwart this prophecy the girls must be separated so the council could intervene.
Oakland, California: January 21st, 1981
Joyce Summers laid back in her hospital bed exhausted from giving birth to twin daughters just moments before. She was assured that both her daughters were fine but she had barely got a glimpse of them before they were whisked away to the nursery to be checked over and cleaned up. Her husband Hank had gone with the girls to the nursery, and told Joyce that as soon as they were clean up and deemed healthy they would bring them back so she could hold them and see them. For right now she just lay back on he bed and tried to get her strength back. She heard a faint knock on the door and her husband Hank came in with a nurse pushing two incubators.
"Hey honey are you ready to see our babies?" He asked kissing his wife.
"Yes, I've been waiting for this." Joyce told him. The nurse picked up one of the girls and laid her in her mother's arms. The baby was wide-awake surveying the world with her bright green eyes. She had a patch of baby fine blonde hair and a peaches and creme complection . She was wriggling and trying to grasp her mother's hair with her tiny fists. Joyce bent down and kissed her daughter's soft skin taking in the smell of baby powder. She then handed the baby to Hank as the nurse handed her the other child. This little girl was so content to be laying in her mother's arms, she was crying while she was laying in the incubator but as soon as she was placed in her mother's arms she was silent. She was looking at her mother with wide chocolate brown eyes and unlike her sister she had a thick patch of dark brown hair and tan skin which Joyce knew she must of have gotten from Hank's Italian-German heritage. She just laid and reveled in the beauty of her two tiny but perfect daughters wondering how she got so lucky.
"Honey, These are your daughters, have you thought of names for them yet?" Hank asked.
"Yes this little beauty is going to be Faith Elizabeth," Joyce told him indicating the small girl she was holding, "And that little angel you have is going to be Buffy Anne." Her husband smiled and kissed his wife and then kissed his daughters amazed at how in just a few short hours his family had grown.
"Buffy and Faith, you are my little angels." He murmured testing out there names before it was time to give them back to the nurse so she could take them to the nursery.