The girl starred after then man who was now walking away from her. Still able to see the tattoo on his back. He definitely wasn't human. She could feel that now. Then why did he help her? Weren't all non human....things supposed to be evil or some crap like that. Then again the watchers she knew seemed to have a pretty one tract mind. Another lie. Lies, that's all they seemed to tell her. She starred after the stranger that saved her. Being helped by anyone was new to her. It wasn't something she really HAD growing up or now. She turned away and started to head for home. Her back still hurt from her fall and she was starting to freeze up. Maggie's words started to repeat in her head as she began to walk down the street.
'You've been trained well enough'
'You can fight on your own'
'Most slayers would have killed dozens of vampires by now.'
Most slayers. Great. Another thing to fail at and another bitch to yell about it she thought. Maggie was brutal, cold and unfeeling. All emotions she was used to. Who the hell cared anyway? I'm not even the real slayer, the other one never died. She was just a runner-up or whatever. She smiled to herself. She did like her new strength, and she loved fighting and training, just not the people that came with it. She finally reached a building that was old and in serious need of repair. There was a man on the front step with a whiskey bottle in hand that had passed out, yelling could be heard from inside with the sound of breaking glass. The young woman hurried in through the door and went up the steps until she reached the third floor. She took out a key and unlocked the front door. She went quickly through the small living room into one of two bedrooms. She shut then locked the door behind her. Last thing she wanted was her mother or one of her boyfriends to walk in. She gave out a snort. Her father had almost been better. He would show up one month out of the year only because he had no other place to stay, her mother wouldn't care. Mommy dearest would just go out with one of her boyfriends and dear daddy would go out with one of her friends or whatever tramp was on the street. He stopped showing up about two years. She guessed her mother still got child support but she never asked. She tried to avoid the woman as much as possible. She turned on the stereo next to the bed and listened to the loud music blast out of it. She looked on the floor next to the bed to see some very old looking books stacked there. Where did these come from? She picked up the nearest copy and read the cover.
'Vampires'
Great another "How Too" guide. She picked up the others. And laid them all out in front of her. There was one on the history of the slayers, one on the different types of demons, one on the markings of the inhuman, and one on the history of vampires. 'Good thing I hardly go to school anyway.' She thought to herself. When the fuck was she ever going to use any of these? Vampires stake them, got it. Slayers kill vampires and any bad demons they can find and witches can go either way, bad or good, werewolves may look scary but they ARE human. She was about to put the books away never to be seen by her eyes again when her she glanced once more at the one about the markings of the inhuman. Her mind strayed back to the man in the cemetery. He was INCREDABLEY hot; she would give him that even though he use a hair cut. SO? She questioned her own mind. Yeah some guy helps you so what. He wasn't human though, and according Maggie and those 'suit' guys that meant he was evil. They did lie about things before, and every lie seemed to put her in danger. Shouldn't she at least check it out? JUST to be safe. She picked up the thick book and started to page through it looking at the pictures of symbols on every page. What was it again? A bird framing a giant 'A'?
She been doing this for 15 minuets. Se let out a sigh. Why was she doing this again? Maybe she should stop, this was pointless. She was about to close the book when she saw it printed out on a page in the middle. It was the bird, it was missing the A but it did look exactly like what she had seen on the man's back. She looked at the description printed next to it. Ancient symbol of the Celts....blah blah blah...knights...blah blah blah....received the most recognition when it along with the image of an A was inked into the back of the vampire Angelus. And that's where it stopped. A vampire? A VAMPIRE helped her? What?! And whose Angelus?
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