Seras Alekto Blackwell was fourteen when her mother Alicia became ill with a sickness the doctors were unable to diagnose. They told her and her brother that years of extremely strenuous activity and stress had seemed to have taken its toll on the matron Alicia Blackwell.

She just couldn't understand that though. It had just been the three of them from as far back as she could remember, and her mother from her knowledge never seemed to be bearing any great stress. Neither had seen seemed to be doing any strenuous activity since they lived off of there father's moderate bequeathing, and all their mother had to do was work nights at a bar to supplement their income.

Terrence, her brother, said he remembered their father Nicholas, but he had died soon after she was born. He used to tell Seras that he couldn't remember how, and since her Mom had always been less than willing to fill in the blanks, it had always been a mystery to her.

But as long as it was assured her father did love her, it didn't really come into play in her small world. She never wanted for anything, and was very much loved by her brother and mother. She was part of a simple neo-American single parent home.

Well, at least that's what she was led to believe. Seras found out early in the month of September in her ninetieth year, that she had been slightly misled for all those years.

"You're a slayer." Her brother had announced suddenly as she sat on the couch in the living room of their barely year old condo on Madison Avenue. She looked up from her copy of Spin magazine and just stared at him.

"You know if you didn't like that crack I made on you in front of your date last night just say so." She retorted, staring back into her magazine. "Unless your testicles are permanently detached from your body and you lack the courage to do so."

Terrence sighed quietly, which caught Seras's attention. Whenever she answered him back, he would always have some sort of smart retort of his own to offer. A sigh in return for her smart ass remark was something to worry about.

She put down the magazine and turned completely to face him. He looked about as serious as a heart attack, which caused Seras to become more than a bit worried. She stood and turned completely toward him.

Terrence continued, "You're a slayer…and it's your duty, as handed to you by God, to send all demons who roam this Earth back into hell."

Seras stared blankly at his face, unable to conjugate an answer for such a seriousand blatant announcement. Only three thoughts came to mind: First was if it was an April Fool's joke (which it wasn't because it was September already). Second was that had her brother gone insane (a question that had always had the answer of a resounding yes on any given day of the year). But the third thought seemed to be the only logical thing at the time. It had been-

"What the hell's a slayer?"

Well, if she was going to be walking around calling herself a slayer she had to know what the bloody hell a slayer was. That's when he sat her down and told her everything, or at least everything he knew.

Basically, it went as such: Her mother had been a slayer; a killer of demons and servant of God. Her father had been her mother's Watcher; the one to guide the slayer through their mission from God. Essentially, the two weren't supposed to fall in love, but what'da ya know? They did exactly that, and wound up getting married.

This, of course, displeased the Council of Whatever They Wanted to Call Themselves, and they promptly and officially denied to recognize hermother and father as part of their little group. Which meant that their parents didn't have access to the proper information and resources, and wouldn't you know it? Because of those pompous British pricks herfather died during a patrol.

It gave Seras a warm fuzzy feeling to find out that they had been blown to smithereens, the whole lot of them.

But sadly, because of such events, Seras, who was a slayer herself, had no one to ease her into the world of slayers and demons. No one unless you counted her brother, who had been taking Seras's place until she was ready, and was also there to help her when she was.

So from then on Seras's brother was her Watcher and assistant in her duties as a slayer. Of course, that didn't mean he took it easy on her when she was training. As a matter of fact, it probably made it worse since he had already had practice in teasing and mocking her when she wasn't doing anything right. He trained her, and in month (a period of time that even impressed her steel skinned brother) she was in decent enough shape to go out patrolling on her own.

It was during this first week that things got interesting.