Her Fate

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Rating: PG-13

The New Girl

Marissa Monroe walked up the steps of her new school. Marissa was a pretty young girl; the age of fourteen. She had eyes the color of ebony and long black hair that she kept in a tight braid.

She wore a tight denim skirt and a white top that showed her midriff; to complete the look she wore a pair of heeled white sandals.

She noticed the drooling stares from her male peers and smirked. Suddenly she was stopped.

"Hi there, you got a map?" asked some blonde guy. She raised an eyebrow, "Why do you ask?"

"'Cause the Bradster is lost in your eyes."

She sneered, "Bradster? Do you always talk of your self as a third person? And for that matter, why would you call yourself something so retarded?"

"I… Uh…" he was clearly at a loss for words. "What's your name?"

"Brad Harrison." (Again, I don't know his last name so I'm making it up.)

"Well, Brad, I'm going to give you a tip. The Bradster isn't very attractive and if you want to speak to me again, you will talk like a normal person."

FLASH

"Dudes, what's up?" Spud asked as he showed up at Jake's locker. "Yo, why you so late?" Trixie asked. In reality it was only two minutes later than he was normally at the locker. But Trixie and Spud always showed up together and Jake guessed that that was what she meant.

"Sorry, got held up. New girl, super hot. I bumped into her when she was talkin' to Brad. She threatened to turn me inside out and Brad hit me with my skateboard. Ya know I think he likes her."

Jake shook his head. Brad sure didn't wait very long. Rose had only been gone for about a month. Jake didn't think Brad was ever even worried.

"C'mon or we're all 'bout to be late for Rotwood." Trixie announced.

On the way to Rotwood's class, Spud kept talking about how cute that girl he ran into was. Jake found it amusing to watch Trixie's face turn several shades of red in anger.

Jake had a sneaking suspicion that Spud was making Trixie mad on purpose. It was obvious that Spud had a thing for Trixie. The way he would call her 'Honey' every now and then, how well he took the 'Knot-tying' premonition from Kara. One would think he wanted to marry her.

At the very least he wanted to date her. And from the look on Trixie's face, Jake concluded that the feelings were pretty mutual. But, as usual, Jake kept his mouth shut about it.

It was way too entertaining watching those two. Plus, it kept his mind of Rose. He tried to stifle his laughter when he took his seat.

His eyes widened when he saw the new girl. She was hot! 'Not as hot as Rose.' His mind countered. He groaned and let his head drop onto his desk.

"Class, this is Ms. Monroe. Ms. Monroe, this is the class. Now take the seat by Mr. Long, now!"

Jake looked at the seat next to him. He couldn't remember the name of the guy who used to sit there but he transferred out of Mythology so his seat was the only vacant one.

"Hi, I'm Jake." He introduced himself as she sat down. "Marissa." She told him curtly.

"Nice to meet you."

She glared at him, "It won't be so nice if don't stop talking to me."

Needless to say, Jake was taken back by her rudeness. "Wha?"

"Listen, I know I'm gorgeous. I know you want me. But you're not even close to being good enough for me. It's bad enough I have to sit by a loser like you, don't make it worse by making me continue to waste my beautiful voice on someone as unworthy as you."

Jake rolled his eyes and chose to listen to Rotwood, for once, rather than pay any more attention to the narcissistic bitch sitting next to him. 'Obviously not all new girls are nice. At least, I know to stay away from Marissa. Wish Rose gave me some type of warning… Aww man! I'm thinkin' 'bout her again!'

After class he met back up with Trixie and Spud. "So what's the new home girl like? Any chance she could take your sad mind off of Rose?" Trixie asked. Jake knew that by that, she meant could he have a new crush on this girl so he'd forget about Rose.

"Not even, Trix. That chick's got a serious attitude problem goin' on there."

FLASH

Marissa walked up the stairs to the large house after school. Her father moved them all the way to New York from Michigan for this.

Her father got a call from the Huntsmaster. Marissa knew all about him. Her dad informed her of the Slayers, the Protectors and the Huntsclan. Being a descendant from one of the original Slayers than one of the Protectors, Marissa bore no dragon mark.

But that was irrelevant. The fact stood that Marissa was a well trained fighter and the Huntsmaster had wanted to see her.

She knocked on the door and waved good-bye to her father as he drove off. The Huntsmaster wished to speak to her alone. She would call him when their meeting was over.

The door opened and she walked in to be greeted by the man she came to see. He was big and wore a skeleton on his head.

"Follow me, Marissa." He ordered. She immediately complied. He led her into his office before he spoke again. "Do you know why I called you here?"

She shook her head. "You know of the Huntsclan, though."

"Yes, Father told me all about it when I was young. He had trained me ever since."

"In hopes that you would become one of us."

"Yes, Father was never able to join himself because of his leg." She answered. Her father had broken his leg in several places as a child and had walked with a limp ever since. As such, he was useless to the clan.

"Pity that, Marissa, do you know of my niece?"

"Isn't she Huntsgirl?"

"She was Huntsgirl. She has been missing for nearly a month now. The police can not find her and neither can I. It's safe to assume that she has followed in Sabrina's foolish footsteps."

"Your sister who died?"

"No. That was Sandra, it would have been better if she followed in her mother's or my own stepsbut she chose to run like her cowardly aunt. That doesn't matter. Marissa, you are a strong girl, I know you will not betray the clan." He said, all in an eerily calm voice.

Marissa's eyes lit up. Not only was joining the clan her father's hope for her but it was her own dream as well. "Never."

He gave her a uniform identical to that of the previous Huntsgirl. Then he handed her a staff, "You, Marissa, are my new Huntsgirl."

There we go. We have a new Huntsgirl! Yay! And Jake doesn't like this one! Double yay! Ok, I'm done being stupid now. Anyway, I hope you like it.Please review.