Chapter 2 – Defining Moments
An orange glow filled the sky as sunrise approached and India finished her patrol for the night. She always looked forward to going back to her watcher after patrolling and proudly telling him the story of the nights events. Sometimes she would exaggerate and make things up just to be able to linger in his company that little bit longer. Kit Bothwell was a tall, dark and devilishly handsome man with a passion for sorcery. As the watchers before him and undoubtedly the watchers that would follow he had a fondness for tweed. He was sweet, reliable and most importantly he always looked after India. They shared a profound respect for each other but unbeknown to him India's feelings ran deeper that that. Over the five years she had been the Slayer she had seen so many sides to Kit and began to love every one of them. She couldn't fault him. However, the love she felt for Kit was unrequited. She didn't know this from instinct; she had shown him her true colours only the night before. As she slowly approached Kit's house she became nervous; her palms began to sweat and she had butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She stood for a few seconds at his door thinking before she could sum up the courage to knock. What if he doesn't want to be with me? What if he does? What if he thinks it was a joke? What if he doesn't? What if he thinks it's best a new watcher replaces him? What if- Her escalating thoughts were cut short when Kit answered the door. "Hello India. I thought I saw you coming up the path so I decided its time I be a gentleman and open the door for the lady!" He smiled. "Thanks Kit." India replied smiling. He led her through the hallway and into the kitchen where he was making a fresh brew of tea. This is promising she thought. Maybe he's doing this because he loves me. She shot back down to Earth with a tremendous thud when she heard him say, "Please don't read anything into this India. I really was just being polite when I came to the door." He confirmed. "What? Don't you think that's a bit harsh?" Imitating a British accent she said, "Flash in front of India what she can't have!" "Now India, you know that's not true. I love you of course I do, just not like that. You know I can never love you like that even if I wanted to. The watchers council forbids it." He said firmly yet in a sympathetic tone. "So that's it? That's all I get?" She said with tears welling up in her eyes. "I love you so much. Why do you think I call here every night after patrol when you live miles from me? I love spending time with you and you love spending time with me and don't pretend it's not true because you know it is! Do you have any idea how hard it is being around you knowing that I can never have you? Do you?" She cried hysterically. "I'm sorry. I...I...ha...have to go." She could barely speak. Kit gently grabbed her arm as she turned to leave. "Don't go...lets talk about this." Kit said softly. "I want to go home. Get off me!" She shook her arm out his grasp and stormed out of the front door. "INDIA! India come back!" He yelled. "NO! I don't ever want to see you again! I wish you were dead!" She screamed back.
Yes, maybe she was invincible. Physically. Mentally she was a wreck. Kit had never loved her. She knew that well. But accepting the fact was hard. At times unbearable. She was strong. She could take care of herself. Physically Kit wasn't a threat to her despite his sometimes aggressive attitude. Mentally however, he tore her apart. His rejection of her had brought her one step closer to a moment that would define her life. A moment that would begin her end.
An orange glow filled the sky as sunrise approached and India finished her patrol for the night. She always looked forward to going back to her watcher after patrolling and proudly telling him the story of the nights events. Sometimes she would exaggerate and make things up just to be able to linger in his company that little bit longer. Kit Bothwell was a tall, dark and devilishly handsome man with a passion for sorcery. As the watchers before him and undoubtedly the watchers that would follow he had a fondness for tweed. He was sweet, reliable and most importantly he always looked after India. They shared a profound respect for each other but unbeknown to him India's feelings ran deeper that that. Over the five years she had been the Slayer she had seen so many sides to Kit and began to love every one of them. She couldn't fault him. However, the love she felt for Kit was unrequited. She didn't know this from instinct; she had shown him her true colours only the night before. As she slowly approached Kit's house she became nervous; her palms began to sweat and she had butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She stood for a few seconds at his door thinking before she could sum up the courage to knock. What if he doesn't want to be with me? What if he does? What if he thinks it was a joke? What if he doesn't? What if he thinks it's best a new watcher replaces him? What if- Her escalating thoughts were cut short when Kit answered the door. "Hello India. I thought I saw you coming up the path so I decided its time I be a gentleman and open the door for the lady!" He smiled. "Thanks Kit." India replied smiling. He led her through the hallway and into the kitchen where he was making a fresh brew of tea. This is promising she thought. Maybe he's doing this because he loves me. She shot back down to Earth with a tremendous thud when she heard him say, "Please don't read anything into this India. I really was just being polite when I came to the door." He confirmed. "What? Don't you think that's a bit harsh?" Imitating a British accent she said, "Flash in front of India what she can't have!" "Now India, you know that's not true. I love you of course I do, just not like that. You know I can never love you like that even if I wanted to. The watchers council forbids it." He said firmly yet in a sympathetic tone. "So that's it? That's all I get?" She said with tears welling up in her eyes. "I love you so much. Why do you think I call here every night after patrol when you live miles from me? I love spending time with you and you love spending time with me and don't pretend it's not true because you know it is! Do you have any idea how hard it is being around you knowing that I can never have you? Do you?" She cried hysterically. "I'm sorry. I...I...ha...have to go." She could barely speak. Kit gently grabbed her arm as she turned to leave. "Don't go...lets talk about this." Kit said softly. "I want to go home. Get off me!" She shook her arm out his grasp and stormed out of the front door. "INDIA! India come back!" He yelled. "NO! I don't ever want to see you again! I wish you were dead!" She screamed back.
Yes, maybe she was invincible. Physically. Mentally she was a wreck. Kit had never loved her. She knew that well. But accepting the fact was hard. At times unbearable. She was strong. She could take care of herself. Physically Kit wasn't a threat to her despite his sometimes aggressive attitude. Mentally however, he tore her apart. His rejection of her had brought her one step closer to a moment that would define her life. A moment that would begin her end.