Finally, third chapter. Thanks to Polished Gem, my first, second, and only (so far) reviewer. This chapter is for you.
A dark figure materialises in front of me. His face has ridged brows, and long fangs jut out of his mouth. Yellow eyes stare at me as he lunges at me and attempts to bite my neck. Oh damn. Ms. Nondas is right. What am I going to do!
I am paralysed by the normal, human shock that runs through my body at encountering such a beast. Then my slayer side kicks in and along comes the adrenalin. The vampire is very close to me, so I stamp on its foot and elbow it in the nose. I don't hold back on my blows, but they don't send him flying as they would on anything else.
He punches me in the stomach with his incredible vampire strength. I go sprawling on the ground. I am petrified that this will be the end of me. That I will die, age 13. The vampire kicks me in the ribs, using the momentum he provides, I struggle to my feet.
He is very close to me, smirking a truly evil grin. Struggling against my body which wants me to double over in pain, I snap kick at his jaw. The force of my kick makes him bite the end of his tongue off, sending a spray of red liquid everywhere.
The vampire roars in pain and murderous rage. He charges at me wildly, I step out of his range and as he goes past, push him into a headstone with a large cross adorning it. I grimace as the flesh on his forehead sizzles and burns sending small clouds of smoke into the atmosphere. He is stunned, if only momentarily.
Seizing the opportunity I improvise a stake by breaking a branch of the bush next to me. I attempt to impale him, but only manage to pierce the skin before my makeshift stake grinds against hard bone. I wasn't expecting that much resistance, so an even more thoroughly enraged vampire throws me off him.
I cling to my stake as the vamp turns around, he has a terror inspiring look on his face. My human self wants to cringe and fend the blows off by crouching down and putting my arms over my head. My slayer self feels my energy and adrenalin coursing through my body and want to destroy the vampire with raw power. My slayer half wins.
I leap into the air and do a kick that impresses myself deeply. This time the kick sends the vampire stumbling backwards off balance. I lunge forward with the stake making sure to impale him from under his ribs. He turns to dust with a hellish shriek.
I return to the spot where I was talking to Ms. Nondas and find her still sitting on the headstone. She's looking at me, covered in dust and a tired looking, and is coming to a conclusion.
"Well done." She tells me. I wait for her to add something to that statement but she doesn't.
"That's all you're going to say?" I ask disbelievingly. "I get attacked by a vampire, fight for my life, and manage to kill it. And all you can say is 'Well done'?"
Citra gives me a look, and says "I would've said 'I told you so' but I didn't think you'd appreciate that."
I stare at her in disbelief and half horror. "Wow! You have compassion!" I say sarcastically. "Just think, I could have nearly died fighting something that isn't 'sposed to exist, for someone who didn't care."
Citra looks irritated. "Celia, this is your duty. Your sole cause in life is to destroy supernatural creatures, whom would harm mortals."
"No." I refuse to accept this.
"I don't understand! This is a great honour… all the girls who know about this world, hope to every god that they will become the slayer!"
I expect my temper to blow its top. It doesn't. I give Citra a look of pitying and contempt. "You, and they, obviously don't understand." With Citra gazing at me stunned, I turn and limp off back home.
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"No. No! Please don't kill me…" I whimper, crouched into a ball on the floor. My arms are clasped around my head to protect myself from his blows, meaning I'm defenceless, and I can barely see my attacker. What I can see I don't like. Orange skin, curling ram's horns, glittering black eyes that hold no mercy.
"Foolish little slayer." He booms. A clawed hand descends upon me, and my left arm is ripped off at the elbow. I scream. My right hand cradles my arm stump. The demon laughs, then he takes a chomp out of my arm that he's holding. I have run out of breath, but I can't stop screaming. His teeth are sharp and his breath fetid.
I can feel my mind bursting at the seams. I can't handle this! I wake up. I pant and hurriedly check all corners of my room. No demon, no demon, no demon… wait, what's that? I panic. Charcoal is lying on my rug, washing himself. I am relieved, for a second. Little bits of the nightmare keep playing in my head, 'glittering black eyes', 'cruel laughter', 'wickedly sharp teeth, biting into my dissevered flesh'.
I grab the cat off the rug and hug him close. He bites my wrist to show his annoyance, then settles down on my bed washing himself again. I'm not sure if my nightmare was a true nightmare, or me experiencing another slayers death. I'm not sure which would horrify me the most…
