Part 6
The trip was starting to get on Cynthia's nerves. The English woman from the Watcher's Council had finally given her name - Ellen Simmonds. Not that it meant anything.
They had stopped at a cheap motel for the night. Unfortunately Ellen had only gotten one room with twin beds. There didn't seem to be anything she could do - apart from killing the woman - to get five minutes to herself.
She looked at the clock. 2:45a.m. She was supposed to have been meeting with Elias and Phyre that evening. Someone would have noticed she was missing by now. When the Boss found out there would be hell to pay.
Cynthia stared at the ceiling, still trying to work out how this whole Slayer thing had happened to her. ~Maybe they made a mistake. Maybe I'll get to Sunnydale and I won't be able to do what Slayers do and I'll get to go home before I get my lungs ripped out.
She sighed heavily, rolling over. She couldn't believe her idiot mother had actually bought Ellen's story about her being accepted to some special school for people with exceptional abilities. Mom had been thrilled.
Cynthia had wanted to scream out the truth, then Mom would assume Ellen was insane and never let her go.
Only she hadn't. She hadn't been able to say anything. She had just stood there weak and mute and stupid. What did the Boss *see* in her, anyway?
She hit the pillow in frustration. It was bad enough that she had to fulfil a destiny she didn't *want* to fulfil, and on top of it all, she was being carted off to the place where the old Slayer had died.
She was pretty certain she wasn't going to get a warm reception when she arrived in Sunnydale in the morning. Then again, she thought, Sunnydale was on a Hellmouth and full of vampires. Surely someone would have heard of her Boss. Her lips curved into a cruel smile as a few ideas began to form in her mind. Just because she had to have a front act as a Slayer, didn't mean that had to determine what she did on her time off.
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The trip was starting to get on Cynthia's nerves. The English woman from the Watcher's Council had finally given her name - Ellen Simmonds. Not that it meant anything.
They had stopped at a cheap motel for the night. Unfortunately Ellen had only gotten one room with twin beds. There didn't seem to be anything she could do - apart from killing the woman - to get five minutes to herself.
She looked at the clock. 2:45a.m. She was supposed to have been meeting with Elias and Phyre that evening. Someone would have noticed she was missing by now. When the Boss found out there would be hell to pay.
Cynthia stared at the ceiling, still trying to work out how this whole Slayer thing had happened to her. ~Maybe they made a mistake. Maybe I'll get to Sunnydale and I won't be able to do what Slayers do and I'll get to go home before I get my lungs ripped out.
She sighed heavily, rolling over. She couldn't believe her idiot mother had actually bought Ellen's story about her being accepted to some special school for people with exceptional abilities. Mom had been thrilled.
Cynthia had wanted to scream out the truth, then Mom would assume Ellen was insane and never let her go.
Only she hadn't. She hadn't been able to say anything. She had just stood there weak and mute and stupid. What did the Boss *see* in her, anyway?
She hit the pillow in frustration. It was bad enough that she had to fulfil a destiny she didn't *want* to fulfil, and on top of it all, she was being carted off to the place where the old Slayer had died.
She was pretty certain she wasn't going to get a warm reception when she arrived in Sunnydale in the morning. Then again, she thought, Sunnydale was on a Hellmouth and full of vampires. Surely someone would have heard of her Boss. Her lips curved into a cruel smile as a few ideas began to form in her mind. Just because she had to have a front act as a Slayer, didn't mean that had to determine what she did on her time off.
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