Chapter 4 -
Silence. It was deafening. India froze. She couldn't move. It felt like a dream. Her eyes became glazed and her face expressionless. She knew what had just happened. She knew it. She felt numb. Dead inside. Dead like her lover. She knew who was standing in front of her. His murderer. She also knew what she was going to do because no one does that to a slayer and gets away with it. A slayer doesn't tolerate that. A slayer slays. And that's exactly what she intended to do.
Everything felt like slow motion. The way the breeze blew the trees, the way the lone car seemed to drift down the street and even the familiar noises of the night seemed trapped in a trancelike state. India turned her head just in time to see Kit's head hit the door handle of the front door with a painful thud and then his lifeless body slump to the ground. It was a shocking scene to witness. As she stood motionless trying to comprehend what she had just seen she could feel that familiar feeling building up inside her. A feeling that gave her the courage and the strength to be who she really was. A feeling that caused her to slay without remorse.
The woman stood before her gave her a long hard stare, looked her up and down and India noticed she had a glimmer of panic in her eyes. Her face wasn't human but her shapely figure was. India had seen her before that she was sure of, but so far, hadn't had the pleasure of killing her. "Anyanka. You should know better than to pick on a slayer by now. It been what? A thousand years?" India remarked rather sarcastically obviously unafraid of this woman, fully recovered from her trance and back up to speed. "A slayer? Dammit! I..." Anyanka didn't have time to finish before India caught her unawares and threw a hard, vengeful punch to the side of her face knocking her down. She didn't stop. She kicked and punched Anyanka repeatedly and almost maliciously for what she had done. India spun round to retrieve her weapons bag that she had had with her since patrolling earlier that night. It was a costly mistake. Never take your eyes off your opponent was what Kit had always taught her. Now he was dead and it was all her fault. She should know better than to go around haphazardly making wishes. Be careful what you wish for; another one of Kit's golden rules. He was gone. Forever. Now she had to make it right. Restore the balance. An eye for an eye. Measure for measure. She threw stakes and other smaller weapons from her bag and pulled out a long, burnished silver medieval sword. She held it up in the moonlight and admired the beauty of such a lethal weapon. Anyanka was behind her still but no longer down. She rose her arm to strike India unsuspecting from behind but she swiftly turned and plunged the sword firmly through Anyanka's heart forcing her backwards and pinning her to the oak tree behind. Anyanka's face changed from demonic to reddened and bruised yet beautifully feminine with blood seeping from her inflated lip and a piercing pain surging through her body. "OUCH!" She yelled. "That's never happened before. A sword through the chest not gonna cut it." Anyanka retorted. "No, but this will." India said brandishing an axe. But before she even had chance to move Anyanka wrenched the sword from her chest and forced it through India's. India tried to breathe but her chest was too tight. She fell to the ground on her knees. She was shaking, trying to get air into her lungs but she was choking. Her own ruptured arteries were spilling blood and slowly drowning her. It was a painfully slow death. Each second seeming longer than the next. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity she gasped out her last breath. Her head hit the floor and her empty eyes looked toward her dead lover. Anyanka had gone leaving two broken hearts bleeding to death and bleeding for each other.
The final battle. It had been fought. And lost. Her demons had won. A once powerful young woman was now a lifeless corpse. Just another statistic in Cleveland's notoriously high mortality rate. The world was now vulnerable. Unprotected. Its guardian had been eliminated. The power she once possessed would now be passed onto the future chosen one. To the new slayer. Who would it be? No one knew. But they were soon to find out. And it was to be one heck of a surprise.
Silence. It was deafening. India froze. She couldn't move. It felt like a dream. Her eyes became glazed and her face expressionless. She knew what had just happened. She knew it. She felt numb. Dead inside. Dead like her lover. She knew who was standing in front of her. His murderer. She also knew what she was going to do because no one does that to a slayer and gets away with it. A slayer doesn't tolerate that. A slayer slays. And that's exactly what she intended to do.
Everything felt like slow motion. The way the breeze blew the trees, the way the lone car seemed to drift down the street and even the familiar noises of the night seemed trapped in a trancelike state. India turned her head just in time to see Kit's head hit the door handle of the front door with a painful thud and then his lifeless body slump to the ground. It was a shocking scene to witness. As she stood motionless trying to comprehend what she had just seen she could feel that familiar feeling building up inside her. A feeling that gave her the courage and the strength to be who she really was. A feeling that caused her to slay without remorse.
The woman stood before her gave her a long hard stare, looked her up and down and India noticed she had a glimmer of panic in her eyes. Her face wasn't human but her shapely figure was. India had seen her before that she was sure of, but so far, hadn't had the pleasure of killing her. "Anyanka. You should know better than to pick on a slayer by now. It been what? A thousand years?" India remarked rather sarcastically obviously unafraid of this woman, fully recovered from her trance and back up to speed. "A slayer? Dammit! I..." Anyanka didn't have time to finish before India caught her unawares and threw a hard, vengeful punch to the side of her face knocking her down. She didn't stop. She kicked and punched Anyanka repeatedly and almost maliciously for what she had done. India spun round to retrieve her weapons bag that she had had with her since patrolling earlier that night. It was a costly mistake. Never take your eyes off your opponent was what Kit had always taught her. Now he was dead and it was all her fault. She should know better than to go around haphazardly making wishes. Be careful what you wish for; another one of Kit's golden rules. He was gone. Forever. Now she had to make it right. Restore the balance. An eye for an eye. Measure for measure. She threw stakes and other smaller weapons from her bag and pulled out a long, burnished silver medieval sword. She held it up in the moonlight and admired the beauty of such a lethal weapon. Anyanka was behind her still but no longer down. She rose her arm to strike India unsuspecting from behind but she swiftly turned and plunged the sword firmly through Anyanka's heart forcing her backwards and pinning her to the oak tree behind. Anyanka's face changed from demonic to reddened and bruised yet beautifully feminine with blood seeping from her inflated lip and a piercing pain surging through her body. "OUCH!" She yelled. "That's never happened before. A sword through the chest not gonna cut it." Anyanka retorted. "No, but this will." India said brandishing an axe. But before she even had chance to move Anyanka wrenched the sword from her chest and forced it through India's. India tried to breathe but her chest was too tight. She fell to the ground on her knees. She was shaking, trying to get air into her lungs but she was choking. Her own ruptured arteries were spilling blood and slowly drowning her. It was a painfully slow death. Each second seeming longer than the next. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity she gasped out her last breath. Her head hit the floor and her empty eyes looked toward her dead lover. Anyanka had gone leaving two broken hearts bleeding to death and bleeding for each other.
The final battle. It had been fought. And lost. Her demons had won. A once powerful young woman was now a lifeless corpse. Just another statistic in Cleveland's notoriously high mortality rate. The world was now vulnerable. Unprotected. Its guardian had been eliminated. The power she once possessed would now be passed onto the future chosen one. To the new slayer. Who would it be? No one knew. But they were soon to find out. And it was to be one heck of a surprise.