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Chapter 4
Xander stood there a moment just watching Faith breath. For once being truly happy about the presence of vampires in his life. They saved his family and that was something he felt he could never fully repay them for. Things had to change, they would need the support of both the new vamps and their minions to keep Sunny Dale intact while Faith recovered. With Cordy staying and the combined powers of Wes, Tara, and Willow Xander was pretty sure they would do all right. Just as he was about to turn and leave Cordy walked in. She looked down at Faith for a moment before turning to Xander.
'' Its weird you know, I hardly know her and it still hurts to see her like this. And this whole thing with befriending vamps got to say I never saw that one coming" She said on a sigh.
Xander just smiled at her pulled her to him in a one arm hug and stood there letting the silence enlope him.
Bridget woke up to the sound of birds singing outside her window. She knew she should get up and dress before her stepsister beat her to the bathroom, but something inside her just wouldn't let her move. Laying there for what seemed like hours she finally got out of bed stretching her arms to the ceiling. Her long auburn hair fell against her back as she stood up right and moved to open her closet. The door to her closet sped back hitting the wall leaving a large dent and flew back at her. Jumping out of the way, Bridget glared at the door wondering why on earth it had moved with such a force.
Deciding to ignore it for now she pulled an outfit out to wear and hurried down the hallway to the bathroom that was luckily empty. Showering quickly Bridget went down the stairs to see what her father had cooked up for breakfast, but when she got down there she didn't see anyone about. Quickly moving threw the house she searched for any sign of life becoming more and more worried as she went. Finally coming to the hall that her father's office resided in she heard voices. Moving towards the office door she took a moment to stand outside and lisen.
"She needs training." Bridget heard what sounded like a man in his twenties say. "She cant just stay here, you were told this day would come and that when it did you would need to let her go before they came after her."
"I never believed it would come so soon or even at all to be truthful." She heard her father answer back.
"It is too late for that, the time has come she has been chosen." The man told her father.
Bridget pulled away from the door trying to digest what she was hearing. Who could they be talking about? Was it her, her stepsister, or even her stepmother? And what had they been chosen for, why was there so much she didn't know? Deciding to find out for her self, Bridget gathered her courage and knocked on the door. She heard the voices hush for a moment before her father called her in. She pushed back the door to see her father sitting across from a man in his early twenties. The man had blond hair, short and thick. He was built and had amazing blue eyes. There was something about him that told her she'd be seeing a lot more or him in days to come.
"Ah Bridget, I was wondering when you get around. I'd like to introduce you to Mr. McDonald, he is a reprosenitive from the council."
"Hello Mr. McDonald, do you by chance work on the same council as my father ?"
"Yes, call me Lindsey, and I am a watcher for the council."
"A watcher, really that takes a lot of training. Your parents must be very proud." Bridget said wishing there was a quicker way of getting the answers she wanted than holding a meaninless polite conversation.
"Yes, quiet. Bridget, lets cut to the chase. You have been raised know of vampires and demons, knowing the inter workings of the council that helps the slayer battle such things. You know I wouldn't be here without a reason, and it is time to make you aware of that reason." Bridget looked at Lindsey now knowing what he was about to say and dreading it. She had dreamed of this moment as a little girl growing up hearing stories of the brave slayer's battling the darkness.
But not to long ago she had started her own training as a watcher, seeing for the first time what they were really up against. That was the moment that the dream had died, she did not want to be a slayer. She didn't want to face the evil in the world alone like every slayer must do. She had saw the price for the power they had, if this was to be her birth rite than she would no longer get to see her family. No longer would she be able to have friends and boyfriends. No longer would she have a future with promise.
"Lindsey I really don't see why it is any of my bussiness why you're here, I'll just leave you and my father to it. It was nice to meet you." Bridget began backing out of the door, desperately hoping that they'd let her go and that she had just misunderstood what they were implying.
"I'm afraid you can't go, I'm sorry Bridget but the slayer and Sunny Dale has died. You have been called." For a moment Bridget stood there just staring at him hoping that she would wake up. That this was all just a terrible nightmare. But after several minutes of still being there Bridget knew that there was no way out of this. She would be the next slayer. And she would be leaving for Sunny Dale or even Cleveland after her training.
Still calm around herself and gathering her wits Bridget addressed the first of many questions. "Who's to be my watcher?"
Lindsey smiled at the young girl before him. She was stronger than most, she would do him well. "I'm to be your watcher. With the help of your father we will complete your training here, before moving to Sunny Dale where you will guard the hell mouth there."
"Where will I be staying till my training is complete?" She asked.
For the first time in a while her father spoke up. "You will be staying here for your training so that I may spend these last few weeks with you." He said with his eyes having a glossy look.
Bridget nodded her head and steeled herself for what was to come.
"Your training is complete young one. You are finally ready to go and take the place of Mrs. Calendar."
Natalie looked up at her grandmother who's face been full of pride. She had been training for years as a gypsy hoping to one day take her grandmother's place as head of the clan. But when they got news of Jenny's death the clan had decided to finish her training so that she could replace Jenny in her watch over the vampire Angelus. Natalie had been raised with legends of the evil demon Angelus and like all of the gypsies raised in her clan had grown up hating him. But unlike the others she did not hate all vampires.
She had met a fair number, and while many were inherently evil and untamed she had met at least a half a dozen that were friendly enough. She was looking forward to over seeing Angelus, she knew that now that he had a soul he would be kinder than most vampires and she was hoping that as Angel he would tell her all he knew from living such a long time. Natalie stood up and kissed her grandmothers cheek before moving to except the brand of the appointed one. When she was older she would come back to her clan and this brand would let her rule them. She would be a great leader like her grandmother before her. She would not disappoint her people.
Tonight she would leave on her journey to America, once she reached Sunny Dale she was to find Angel and set up house. She would use this time to gain knowledge and further her powers. As the pain of the bran hit her flesh she smiled she had done what she had set out to do. She had never felt more accomplished.
A/N: I hope your liking my new and improved characters, and I'm sorry this is taking so long to be written. The holidays saw me on vacation in Florida and school is rather busy right now. Thanks for the review cursedgirl it is highly appreciated!
