Pairings: Spike/ Crystal eventually
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Flash back/ prologue Pained screams pierced the night. The ten year old ran towards her home wondering what horrors await her. Cautiously she walked over the threshold wondering what happened in her home.
"Mother? Father?" She called into the vast, empty mansion. She moved slowly to two forms lying on the ground. "Mother? Father?" her heart started to race as she saw the lifeless forms on the ground. little by little she stooped down to examine the bodies. She noticed on the side of their neck two puncture like holes. "Who did this?" She asked herself.
"Not who…what." A heavy, gruff voice said behind her. She turned around and was face to face with a large burly man with a deformed face. "You'll make a good dessert." It sneered.
The girl stood up and started to back away. "Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide." It teased. The girl's back was against the wall and there were no weapons available except a wooden play sword. She grabbed the sword and held it in front of her. The thing pursued and she stabbed it with the sword. Instead of blood gushing out the thing turned to dust. "I…I killed it." She said and then ran off to retrieve the authorities. They arrived with her and told her it was nothing to worry about and natural. "I…I stabbed it with a wooden sword and it turned to dust"
"Little girl…"
"Please sir, my name it Crystal Elizabeth."
"Crystal you're just in shock."
Chapter One/ Called
A navy-blue buggy pulled up and parked in front of the large Catholic Cathedral towering over it. A petite woman stepped out with an "important." Heel and gazed through the brim of her hat at her surroundings. The cathedral before her looked to be made entirely out of stone and had an aura of elegance and mystery about it. He red locks whipped the side of her face and veiled her chocolate brown eyes as a breeze formed.
"Miss Andrews are you prepared to enter?"
"If I say no then I'm still going to have to go in so just to be polite I will say yes."
"Miss Andrews…"
"Please, I insist you call me Crystal. There really is need to be formal, Randy."
"Miss Andrews," Crystal rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Why is it that whenever I ask you a question, you seem to stretch out the answer to the longest extent possible?"
"Randy, do you want me to answer that the long or short way?" She teased.
"Miss…Crystal we really should be inside the sun is setting and you shouldn't be outside with scoundrels and what not."
Crystal sighed, gathered her sky-blue skirts and started to climb the many stairs that led to the vast, oak doors. Randy, her servant followed carrying the several large trunks. She gave the door three short raps with her knuckles and waited. After what seemed like hours, the doors were opened by a small girl.
"Welcome Miss Andrews to the "Great Mission." cathedral.
"I would prefer if you address me by Crystal." The little girl grinned and led her to a large room. The room's furniture looked ancient and all the furniture was wooden.
"If you'll wait here, Mr. Morris will be here in a few minutes. Until then, please make yourself comfortable."
Crystal walked over and sat on a rocking chair and waited. After a few minutes, Mr. Morris entered.
"Miss Andrews?"
"Sorry I was just…"
"Thinking?"
"No, wondering when you were going to arrive."
"Oh well, I'm here."
"I see that. What did you want to speak to me about?"
"Crystal what I'm about to tell you may come as a shock so I ask you to brace yourself. Into every generation there is a chosen one. She alone can stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She…that is to say you are the Slayer."
Crystal fell off her chair in laughter. Tears started to stream down her face and she stopped. Realizing how foolish she must have looked, she regained her composure and sat back down on the chair.
"Crystal I'm serious, you are the next Slayer."
"I am a God fearing woman! How can you suggest or even think that I am something so unholy?"
"You are not a God fearing woman." He stated
"What do you mean?" She asked, confusion filling her tone.
"Look down." Mr. Morris said simply.
She cast her gaze down to the fully exposed silver pentagram she wore. A rosy blush crept up onto her cheeks.
"Please Mr. Morris, don't tell."
"Your secret is safe with me. Although a pentagram won't protect you from being bitten. I would recommend this."
He tossed her a silver cross attached to a silver chain.
"I'm a witch, I don't need a cross. It's hypocrisy to my religion."
"Hypocrisy or not, the cross will save your life. You can still wear the pentagram if you like."
"Mr. Morris, are you positive that I'm the next Slayer?"
He pulled a knife out of his pocked and threw it at her. With one swift movement crystal caught it…but then dropped it in shock.
"You…you threw a knife at me!"
"That I did, but don't you see? You caught it, and only a Slayer has that ability."
"Okay, fine, I believe you. What do I do now?"
