-1Super Ultra Ramble #3!

Hell once again. This chapter picks back up pace I promise. Last chapter was kind of a plot helper you could say. I just really would like to thank all of you who commented, alerted, favorite-ed ect. I really appreciate it. I've hit 110 hits in two days. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. By the way, I never mentioned how tall Amber is or her hair color. Well she's about five two, and right now has auburn hair. Her hair is about chin length and it flips out with gel. Haha. I modeled it after my hair. Gaw I'm a loser…

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3. Savoir and Slayer

On Saturday, I awoke feeling amazingly refreshed. The deep sleep seemed to boost my morale and jump-start my excitement for today's activities. Although I was happy to have such a dreamless sleep, I could have sworn up and down that something was awry. The person in my room wasn't a fragment of a dream was it? Could I have missed something important?

Even though my head swirled with questions, I decided to get dressed. Since it was a semi-formal occasion, I donned a nice black halter and my best skater pants. My feet were cozy in my personalized Chucks and my hair flipped out as usual with my bangs dropping in front of one of my ice blue eyes.

Edward and Bella picked me up promptly at eleven and for the most part (excluding Ed-Boy) were happy for a change of pace. The moment I got in and shut the door Bella closed her eyes. Although I gave Edward a questioning glance, he ignored me so I decided to interrogate her actions.

"Bella, you sick?" I asked peeking at her from behind her seat.

"No. She just hates my driving." Edward stated putting the car into reverse. "I'd buckle up if I was you." In a heartbeat, we were barreling down the road in a blur. At this rate, we'd reach Port Angelus in under an hour!

"Hahahaha! This is awesome! You are such a good driver! Whee!" I said as my speed rush heightened. We must've been going at least 105 by the time Bella spoke up.

"I personally find it terrifying…," she stated clenching Edward arm tighter with her nails. Edward let out a sigh and slowed back down to eighty. He let out a chuckle that sounded more like a song than a chuckle and magically we found ourselves at our destination.

Casually, we got out of the car and walked into the small mall. After hitting a few stores, I noticed that Edward was drifting further into Lala-Land than usual. Time for me to split.

"Hey," I started in pointing toward the other end of the mall, "I'm going to go find a café. I'll be back in a bit." Bella and Edward exchanged glances before making sure I was all right by myself. "I'm a big girl now. I'll be fine." I assured them as I left them. Outside the sky was overcast but dry. I headed toward an exit hoping it wouldn't rain the moment I stepped out. On the way, I found the café I was looking for and ordered some grub. I noticed that there was renovation but thought nothing of it.

Upon exiting the building, I came to a construction zone with a shopper walkway through it. Without a doubt, I started to walk through the mess, gracefully dodging tangled wires scattered about the area. I stopped in order to throw my napkin away when it happened.

I remember seeing the large metal pipe dropping out of one of the risers. It was so horrifying; I couldn't get my legs to move no matter what. As the pipe drew near, I began to thank everyone who had helped me in the past and contemplated my own death.

Then a rush of wind came and somehow moved me away from the pipe. As I regained my senses, I realized the wind was Edward. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't still in shock, but it was true--Edward had saved me.

"Thanks…" I muttered as I let the death-clench on his shirt drop to my side.

"Well, if you're fine we need to go find Bella before she pulls something like this." He stated taking off in long elegant strides.

The gears in my brain were turning now. How could Edward get from one side of the mall to the other so quick? How did he know where I was? Numerous thoughts raced through my head, but I picked out one worth asking.

"Edward…Why…why did you save me? I thought you hated me."

Edward chuckled and replied under his breath, "Well for one, Jasper would kill me…"

The questions were going so fast I missed what he had said, "What?"

Edward rolled his eyes and sighed. "Can't you listen for once? I said Bella would have killed me." I let out a lame "oh" before I returned my gaze to the ground. Questions, questions and more questions kept rolling in. I tried to suppress them but my curious nature sought nothing of it.

"What are you thinking?" Edward said, startling me. I kept my gaze downward pondering my exact answer. What was I thinking? About a million things at once.

"I don't know whether to believe myself for once," I started in, "I could've sworn you were on the other side of the mall with Bella. How did you get here so fast? How did you find me?" The moment I stopped talking, Edward's face went from emotionless to a tiny bit of annoyance. Still, the thousand little voices in my head kept popping up and putting more ideas in my head.

Edward shook his head briefly as if dismissing something. Slowly, he came to a stop before the door and looked toward the sky. If there were, an angel on earth Jasper and Edward would have to fight for the position. Why did they have to be so darn gorgeous?

"I followed you. Bella told me to after you left. She didn't want you winding up in the predicament she faced last time she was here. Plus," he added changing his annoyed look to a smile, "I don't hate you. Just strongly dislike you. That's all."

Bella then came through the door thus ending my interrogation. Surprisingly, Edward didn't turn and go toward Bella. He looked at me.

"I would like to know what you're really thinking one of these days." he whispered almost inwardly before going and meeting Bella with a hug.

On my mind? Everything was on my mind. Why was I so different? Why did guys try to pick me up at school? I'm average, normal; far from the beauty, the Cullen's possessed. So then, why me? Why did Mistrel pick me to be her assistant? My thoughts were scattered through the numerous volumes of useless prattle.

Angrily, I growled with as much contempt as possible and followed. Beside me two ladies flinched before walking off at a quickened pace. Finally, we hopped in the car and headed home. It would be better to get the excitement of today a rest.

After our excursion, I came directly home. I was unsure of what I was about to do, but I figured it wouldn't hurt. Slowly, I peered under my bed to make sure the weapons were real. I had almost forgotten all about them until I got the letter from Mistrel. Could a girl get a break from excitement?

The weapons were…different. I had a wooden stake, a glowing net, a bottle of water, a cross bow, and some silver throwing stars. How was I supposed to use these? Before I started to question my actions, I shoved the things in my backpack and headed out.

Once again, I rounded the corner to see a shadow under the street lamp. This time however, there were two shadows. One I defined as Mistrel, the other unknown.

"Good evening young follower. Shall we begin our duties?" Mistrel said without giving me a chance to say "hi".

Puzzlement blemished my fair features before I asked, "What duties? I don't see any 'evils' around here." Mistrel nodded toward the other shadow as if motioning for it to come forth. The shadow did as told and stepped into the light revealing a normal-looking girl. Unlike Mistrel, this girl wasn't wearing weird clothes and didn't have a giant crossbow strapped across her back. Only thing she fought with was a laptop and a notepad.

"Our duty," she stated matter-of-factly, "is to eliminate all abominations. Under this category fall: vampires, werewolves and cats, nymphs, pixies, kelpies, sirens,--" I couldn't help but laugh. They had to be from the psyche unit at the hospital.

"You mean to tell me those things exist? You take me for an idiot?" I chuckled before putting the backpack on the ground. "I suppose these weapons are for taking care of them then?" I was just joking but the reply was unsettling.

"Precisely." The normal girl chimed in pushing her glasses up further on her nose.

"What kind of proof do you have that these things exist?" I asked still unsatisfied with the whole ordeal. In an instant, the girl with the laptop returned to the bench where she once resided and withdrew something from a bag. As she walked back, she unveiled the glowing bottle.

"Fireflies?" I challenged. The girl shook her head and smiled. As I leaned closer, I could see little people with wings floating about happily. Some were green; others yellow but nevertheless both magnificent and terrifying at the same time.

"Fairies. These are good guys though. They're the ones who find were all the baddies are. I must say they are quite adorable." she commented before scuttling back to the bag.

Suddenly, she turned to her computer and began to type rapidly. Her cheerful attitude changed to a serious expression as she looked up to Mistrel. "Werewolf. 180 degrees north-northeast of here." Mistrel quickly fastened on her crossbow and threw an old pistol at me.

"Wha--w--what do I do with this!" I demanded shocked.

"What else? You're supposed to kill a werewolf with that. Silver bullets never fail! Grab your bag and let's go!"

Obediently, I grabbed my things and followed. The way we were headed lead us to a well forested area. One turn lead to another and finally a clearing. The full moon lingered eerily over the area as if judging us. A silvery shadow then rose from the darkness of the clearing.

It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Although it stood on two legs, it looked like a big wolf. Cold red eyes glared at us through the darkness and its fangs dripped with saliva. Was this a werewolf? If it was, I wished I would never see one again.

Run away was my first reaction but the thing beat me to it. As it neared, a blur of silver light rushed past and into the beast's side. It let out a blood-curdling howl before rising to its full height. Out of reaction, I raised the gun and shot three quick shots. The monster fell to the ground and let out a wail that would wake the dead.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. Below me lay the werewolf dead. The thin pool of blood encircled it however, drew me in better than the beast itself. I drifted unconsciously toward the blood and reached out to touch it. I snapped back to earth when the computer girl jumped in front of me. As I stepped back, I realized what I had done.

"I…killed this?" I questioned looking at the gun in my hand. I rubbed my face and saw the blood on the back of my hand. I'd have to ditch these clothes. If I came home like this Danny would think I'd committed murder. Even if I were to explain the circumstances, he wouldn't believe me.

"Um hum. It was a low class werewolf though. Approximately six years old, weight 210 pounds, height 96 inches. Fairly small." The girl said as she scanned it with a weird instrument.

"Sm--small? Are you sure--what is your name again?"

"I'm Ami-chan," She chimed in happily, picking up the werewolf's paw in order to "paw" print it, "I am Mistrel's sister and personal assistant. All I'm good for though is recording data. I'm not much for fighting. Oh dear! I'm getting ahead of myself. Yes, this is small. Usually, the older they are the bigger they are. Quite strange really. However, you reacted quite well. Three direct shots in the chest in a full-power triangle formation. Great job."

"I--what? Full-power triangle? Explain please."

Our conversations lead us to an old myth. It said when slayers went into the field the ones who could shoot with a full-power triangle would graduate from slayer school and become one of the "Sacred Protectors of Good".

"A perfect triangle with a forty-five degree trajectory is known as a 'full-power triangle'. This happens when your reactions are in sync with your will to live. When you achieve knowledge of what you're doing, you can send bolts of energy out without having to shoot anything." The silver light that grazed the thing's side was Mistrel's attack then. Thank the heavens she did that.

The memory of the werewolf still alive still had me shaken but I could help but see only the pool of blood. The silver moon light reflected off the crimson pool and drew me in somehow. Honestly, I was creeping myself out. I wasn't a blood-sucking maniac. All I was was Amber Summers the Slayer.

Back at home, I tore off the bloody clothes and threw them away before anyone could notice. After a shower, I slumped into my easy chair and shoved my weapons back into a closet. I rocked slowly, my mind still drifting toward the blood. My emotions were controlled and confused all at once. What a mess I'd gotten myself in. I could hear a heartbeat somewhere in the room. It intrigued me but I left it alone. Then the beating got louder. Stop! Just stop! I thought putting my hands over my ears. Surprisingly, it seemed to be working.

I heard the tup-tup of feet outside my door before Danny broke in with a broom in hand. "Who's hurting you? Where is he?" he demanded breathlessly squinting into the darkness to whack to perpetrator with the broom.

"No one Dan-Man. You're hearing things. Go back to bed." I said as I rose out of the chair to turn him back toward his own room. I watched him shuffle back into his room and fall back into bed. Maybe it was about time for me to go to bed. Too much excitement drained me of energy. I collapsed onto my bed and suddenly grew tired. Once again, I thought I saw a shadow but I dismissed it. If I had to kill anything, all I had to do was reach into the closet. I was a slayer now, strong and protected.