Faithful chronicles part four
Chosen
Author Cricketpoor
Authors note: the end note is not mine I'm not clear on who wrote it who ever did, take the honor and E me so I can put it in the disclaimer.
The night was dark, it was blowing and raining on the girl who sat on the ground. She had her chin resting on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. Her hair was long down her back and her clothing was patched. She had been on her own in years now. She sat like that every night hoping for anyone to show up and save her from the misery, the pain. She didn't want to continue like that she wanted someone to help her or end the pain forever. She heard footstep and a voice of a male saying
"Here buy something to eat."
And someone gave her two-dollar. What if they stopped give her those money? What if she starved? Could she stop it hr self? Or did someone else have to do it for her? She had always been a fighter. New steps it was many people out tonight, two as a matter of fact. A new male voice
"Faith?"
She didn't even look up
" Already has it"
Now he sounded confused
"But you are Faith I presume?"
She snorted
"So they keep telling me"
Now there was hope in the male voice as he said
"I have news for you. I can tell you who you are what you've always were meant to be. Get up we take it over a coup of coffee"
She rose, she was skinny and her black patched clothing was to big. She looked quite all right even though that.
"Sure"
Free coffee that's good.
Ten minutes later
"So the world is full of Demons and vampires, I am chosen to slay them?"
She sure didn't sound like she had believed a word.
"Yes."
Now the man sounded annoyed with her.
"Demons are real, and you have to face them even the worst kind."
Faith snorted
"I all ready have faced those, they are called parents"
She finished her coffee and began to rise as the man said
"I'll show you."
She raised an eye brow and said
"Really?"
He nodded and said
"Follow me."
Best case scenario she thought he'll kill or rape me worst he will give me money.
She followed the man out from the café and out in to some alleys and after a little while they sure enough was attacked. Faith reacted on instinct and kicked the male figure who stormed towards her after several blows the man who had led her in to it tossed her something and shouted
"The heart aim for the heart"
After countless hours giving her mother heart massage waiting for an ambulans she knew where the heart was located. With one fine blow she pierced the male in front of hers heart and watched him turn to dust. She turned towards the man who had told her what to do.
"So it is true."
He nodded
"My name is Carl Wiltshire. I'm your watcher, my job is to train you and prepare you for the Slaying. You are the Slayer."
She tossed her long hair back and said
"Slayer? I'll like this job"
Carl smiled and said
"You need a new set of clothing some rest and food."
Faith picked up her hair and looked at it
"and a new hair cut."
Carl smiled again
"that too."
As they left Faith thought
Now I have what I never had, a purpose a fight worth fighting someone who likes me and trust me to do something important. Maybe death isn't the way just yet.
End note"Since the dawn of man, the vampires have
Walked among us. Feeding. The only one with
The strength or skill to stop their heinous evil is
The Slayer. She who bears the birthmark,
The mark of the coven. Trained by her Watcher,
One Slayer dies and the next is chosen."