Chapter 1
2013, London
"More in on the recent strange deaths in the area, as we all know, several school, students have been found dead with their bodies covered in blood surrounded by archaic images. Reacting to news of these atrocities, several students have admitted to seeing one of their friends, Sarah Elliot, practising supernatural rituals and they have told the authorities. The authorities now wish to speak to Ms. Elliot in connection to these deaths.
The lives of Taylor, Adam, Simon and Michael should not go in vain.
This is Torrance Dibaggi for Calendar news."
The TV switches off as a man looks on in disgust. Gary knew Sarah and he knew that she was careless but he also knew she could never do this.
"Looks pretty bad doesn't it?" Beth, Gary's wife and partner in the Watchers Council walks into the room having heard the end of the report. The problem was neither of them had any leads on who had really caused the deaths, but those Wiccan symbols were not ones often used in sacrifice as the blood soaked bodies suggested, that much was for sure.
"No it doesn't, and with people stirring up trouble for Sarah, she is going to have to leave. I just can't help feeling that this is exactly what someone wants."
"We could go with her."
"No, we need to stay here to find out who really did this, not that it will do her any good one way or the other, no one will believe that it is a demon. We'll have to see if the Council can spare a Slayer, unlikely though, the girls have been losing their powers periodically for some time now. Besides which, many feel that Sarah may be to blame." Gary looked worried, knowing that he was going to have to let go of a girl he truly cared about. That Grandmother of hers had pulled more Council Members asses out of the fire than he could count, his and Beth's included, and he felt he owed her, unfortunately, it seems that he has done as much towards that debt that he will be able to do.
The door quietly opened and a girl stepped into the room. Her hair was now down to her back and raven black. Her skin was still pale, and this stood out all the more with Sarah's dark makeup. She wore a black tanktop and black jeans. Right now she was barefoot. "I'm going to have to leave aren't I?"
Beth looks helplessly at Sarah, her eyes telling the pain she felt, Sarah had truly been the daughter that she had never had and now she had to let her go at the tender age of sixteen. "Yes Sarah. As long as you are in England, you are not safe."
Sarah nods her head. "Yes I know." Sarah's face was unreadable, she had lost her parents before she could remember who they were, her Grandmother as a child and now the people she had lived with for ten years.
Sarah walked out of the door and up to her room, she knew that she would have to act fast, she pulled out a rucksack and muttered a few words over it. She then folded some clothes and put them in the bag. She then picked up a staff and pressed a button swinging a pair of almost invisible hinges allowing the staff to swing in on itself, this was placed in the bag followed by a little makeup.
Sarah picked up a few vials with liquids and powders and placed them in followed by some candles. Finally, she picked up a book, Gran'ma Alice's book, and placed that in her bag before zipping it up. The bag should have been splitting at the seams but was now enspelled to hold more than it look possible. Sarah hefted the bag onto her shoulders. Sarah took no money, changing it in another country would only draw attention to herself. She walked downstairs, in a mind to just walk to the airport by herself. Goodbyes never were her thing, she knew she owed Gary and Beth more than that though, they had looked after her when she was a child. She walked into the front room, Beth stood up and hugged her, Gary did also, the emotion evident on both of their faces.
"Sarah, you will always have us when you need us, remember that." Sarah nodded, tears now flowing in her eyes. Her eyes were almost strangers to tears, her emotions so often held back outside the home, that's the way it had to be. "we'll take you up to the airport, from there you're on your own."
"I'll need to make myself invisible, tickets and cards will just get me tracked to wherever I go, same as money. I'm a survivor, I'll be ok."
Gary nodded his head, he didn't like this, Sarah would be alone with no money, but as she said, she was a survivor, if she says she'll be ok then she will.
The three walked together, Sarah already invisible, she knew this would put a strain on her body and she would pay for this later, but it was the only way.
As they neared the airport, two figures stepped out of the shadows, they were parents, mourning, known to be violent. Gary murmured to his side, "Go," hoping that Sarah could hear him.
The male stalked aggressively over, a bulge visible in his pocket. "Where's that bitch?" He spat out at Gary. "Where's that bitch that killed my son?!"
Gary looked as calm as ever, knowing that he was in danger, "I can't tell you because she has left, and besides which a witchhunt won't bring Adam back will it now?"
The guy looked angry as he pulled a gun from his pocket, "WHERE'S THAT BITCH?!"
Suddenly Sarah screamed "INLA" but it was too late, two shots had already been fired and two people already lay dead. The couple ran away, freaked out by the shriek and the fact that the gun had gone flying from the guys hand, also they knew the police would soon be here after hearing the gunshot. If Sarah could have been seen, she would have been seen shedding tears knelt over two bodies, lifeless bodies. Now she was truly alone. As she walked to the airport, she cried silent tears.
As the couple ran they were suddenly held paralysed, with screams, they were struck down to the ground as if by an invisible hand. They both choked until the sound of snapping bone was heard. In a flash of red, their bodies were bathed in blood and around them were several symbols.
A figure appeared, his white hair and piercing blue eyes unforgettable. "It is good to be back."
2013, London
"More in on the recent strange deaths in the area, as we all know, several school, students have been found dead with their bodies covered in blood surrounded by archaic images. Reacting to news of these atrocities, several students have admitted to seeing one of their friends, Sarah Elliot, practising supernatural rituals and they have told the authorities. The authorities now wish to speak to Ms. Elliot in connection to these deaths.
The lives of Taylor, Adam, Simon and Michael should not go in vain.
This is Torrance Dibaggi for Calendar news."
The TV switches off as a man looks on in disgust. Gary knew Sarah and he knew that she was careless but he also knew she could never do this.
"Looks pretty bad doesn't it?" Beth, Gary's wife and partner in the Watchers Council walks into the room having heard the end of the report. The problem was neither of them had any leads on who had really caused the deaths, but those Wiccan symbols were not ones often used in sacrifice as the blood soaked bodies suggested, that much was for sure.
"No it doesn't, and with people stirring up trouble for Sarah, she is going to have to leave. I just can't help feeling that this is exactly what someone wants."
"We could go with her."
"No, we need to stay here to find out who really did this, not that it will do her any good one way or the other, no one will believe that it is a demon. We'll have to see if the Council can spare a Slayer, unlikely though, the girls have been losing their powers periodically for some time now. Besides which, many feel that Sarah may be to blame." Gary looked worried, knowing that he was going to have to let go of a girl he truly cared about. That Grandmother of hers had pulled more Council Members asses out of the fire than he could count, his and Beth's included, and he felt he owed her, unfortunately, it seems that he has done as much towards that debt that he will be able to do.
The door quietly opened and a girl stepped into the room. Her hair was now down to her back and raven black. Her skin was still pale, and this stood out all the more with Sarah's dark makeup. She wore a black tanktop and black jeans. Right now she was barefoot. "I'm going to have to leave aren't I?"
Beth looks helplessly at Sarah, her eyes telling the pain she felt, Sarah had truly been the daughter that she had never had and now she had to let her go at the tender age of sixteen. "Yes Sarah. As long as you are in England, you are not safe."
Sarah nods her head. "Yes I know." Sarah's face was unreadable, she had lost her parents before she could remember who they were, her Grandmother as a child and now the people she had lived with for ten years.
Sarah walked out of the door and up to her room, she knew that she would have to act fast, she pulled out a rucksack and muttered a few words over it. She then folded some clothes and put them in the bag. She then picked up a staff and pressed a button swinging a pair of almost invisible hinges allowing the staff to swing in on itself, this was placed in the bag followed by a little makeup.
Sarah picked up a few vials with liquids and powders and placed them in followed by some candles. Finally, she picked up a book, Gran'ma Alice's book, and placed that in her bag before zipping it up. The bag should have been splitting at the seams but was now enspelled to hold more than it look possible. Sarah hefted the bag onto her shoulders. Sarah took no money, changing it in another country would only draw attention to herself. She walked downstairs, in a mind to just walk to the airport by herself. Goodbyes never were her thing, she knew she owed Gary and Beth more than that though, they had looked after her when she was a child. She walked into the front room, Beth stood up and hugged her, Gary did also, the emotion evident on both of their faces.
"Sarah, you will always have us when you need us, remember that." Sarah nodded, tears now flowing in her eyes. Her eyes were almost strangers to tears, her emotions so often held back outside the home, that's the way it had to be. "we'll take you up to the airport, from there you're on your own."
"I'll need to make myself invisible, tickets and cards will just get me tracked to wherever I go, same as money. I'm a survivor, I'll be ok."
Gary nodded his head, he didn't like this, Sarah would be alone with no money, but as she said, she was a survivor, if she says she'll be ok then she will.
The three walked together, Sarah already invisible, she knew this would put a strain on her body and she would pay for this later, but it was the only way.
As they neared the airport, two figures stepped out of the shadows, they were parents, mourning, known to be violent. Gary murmured to his side, "Go," hoping that Sarah could hear him.
The male stalked aggressively over, a bulge visible in his pocket. "Where's that bitch?" He spat out at Gary. "Where's that bitch that killed my son?!"
Gary looked as calm as ever, knowing that he was in danger, "I can't tell you because she has left, and besides which a witchhunt won't bring Adam back will it now?"
The guy looked angry as he pulled a gun from his pocket, "WHERE'S THAT BITCH?!"
Suddenly Sarah screamed "INLA" but it was too late, two shots had already been fired and two people already lay dead. The couple ran away, freaked out by the shriek and the fact that the gun had gone flying from the guys hand, also they knew the police would soon be here after hearing the gunshot. If Sarah could have been seen, she would have been seen shedding tears knelt over two bodies, lifeless bodies. Now she was truly alone. As she walked to the airport, she cried silent tears.
As the couple ran they were suddenly held paralysed, with screams, they were struck down to the ground as if by an invisible hand. They both choked until the sound of snapping bone was heard. In a flash of red, their bodies were bathed in blood and around them were several symbols.
A figure appeared, his white hair and piercing blue eyes unforgettable. "It is good to be back."