Chapter 2 (Sidenote, this starts the Misty Cove saga of The Sarah Chronicle).
Misty Cove, USA.
"Now arriving, the UHE630029 from London England."
The airport bustled with activity as people collected bags, went through customs, the usual boring stuff. No one looked at each other and no one would have noticed the young girl skulking through the shadows had they been looking for her. In a deserted corner, the word "Siplah" was muttered and the form of a girl slowly appeared, her face drawn in pain and exhaustion. She had gone to no physical effort but keeping a spell around her to hide her for a prolonged time put a strain on her whole body. She walked out of the airport and towards an alley where she slumped down exhausted.
Six weeks later.
An alarm clock bleeped out as a youth slapped away at it, irritated. Why does school start so early? It was the first day of school, going back to school, especially a school in a place he had just moved to, was never an exciting prospect, but hey, Logan's parents trusted him enough to not drag him off with them when they went away on a trip at the last minute, he owed it to them to repay that trust. "Yeah, in a damn minute," he muttered as the clock finally cut out. As he sat up, he wiped a hand over his short spiked blonde hair, his green eyes were half closed with sleep. He had seen better mornings. Of course, it was misty outside as it was every morning, giving Misty Cove it's name. Logan got out of bed and headed to the kitchen.
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"Jillian? Come on Jillian, you'll be late for school."
"Uh Grandpa? Why have you woke me up so early?" A blonde girl rubbed sleep out of her hazel eyes.
"Because it will not make a good start to be late will it? Come on, I have breakfast ready."
"Grandpa, you didn't burn the eggs this time did you?" Jillian muttered as the door shut, she took a sniff, "Yup, burned eggs for breakfast. Yummy."
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Trent was up early as always and in the process of doing pushups on his knuckles. His black hair was cut short but not too short, his eyes an emerald green. His parents were away on business, pretty much as usual. As long as Trent's grades weren't slipping did they even care? That was a question Trent didn't feel like considering. Already dressed in a blue shirt and jeans, he walked to the kitchen to get a quick bite to eat before doing laps of the school track. As a Linebacker for the Misty Cove school team, he had to keep in peak shape.
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"Sean! Jillian on the phone." Sean sat up in bed, his longish brown hair tussled. He picked up the phone by his bed "Got it mum!" he yelled back downstairs before putting the phone to his ear.
"Yo Jills, what brings you to call me at this unearthly hour?"
"Try school hackerboy, you know...big building...starts in twenty minutes and you were meant to walk up with me."
Sean groaned, then looked at his clock and groaned again. He and Jills had walked up to school together since they met in Elementary, and now he was late, probably too late for breakfast. "I'll be right there sis."
Sean grabs some clothes from a chair putting them on, grabs the Celtic Cross his Grandmother gave him and dashes downstairs, his mother, with a wry smile on her face, holds out a piece of buttered toast. "Have a good day dear."
"Thanks mum," Sean shouts as he runs through the door.
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Sean catches up with Jills, not even that much out of breath. "Hey Jills."
Jills walks on silent for a moment, making Sean sweat. She wasn't mad at him and they both knew it. "Oh...you finally caught up."
"Oh come on Jills...how anyone can be up at this time is beyond me."
Jills smiles, knowing Sean quite well. They come up to the school and sit on the front steps. "So, what classes do you have?"
"Mythology, Calc and Algebra. Mum insisted on that last one."
"Good luck," Jills mutters, and she meant it. A bike pulled up outside the school and a muscular teen, dressed in black denim, steps off and props the bike on its stand. "Oh look, another guy who thinks the badass biker look is still cool." The guy takes off his helmet revealing his blonde hair and intense green eyes. "Woah...he's cute."
"I thought you said the badass biker look wasn't in..." Sean jibed.
"Since when do you listen to anything I say?"
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"Yes Giles, I know what I'm doing." Dawn Summers had spent some time since the closure of the Sunnydale Hellmouth training to be a Watcher when she was old enough. Information the Council had received claimed that there were dark deeds taking place in Misty Cove that may be the cause of Slayers suddenly losing their powers. Dawn had taken a job in teaching Mythology in the school to be near what sources called a "Hellgate." There was no known info on who could be doing these rituals.
"There will be two Watchers over there Dawn, yourself and my niece Marie."
"So Misty Cove warrants two Watchers eh? Don't worry Giles, I'll look after her."
"I know you will. Bye Dawn."
Dawn flipped down the lid on her phone before putting it in her pocket. This was going to be very interesting indeed.