Chapter 7 The Slayer

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Elizabeth walked the snowy streets by herself in the cold night. As she walked by herself she could already feel it. Someone was following her, most likely the person wanted to rob her. Elizabeth decided to play along with it and stopped walking and turned around. There two men following her. Elizabeth smiled standing there was the two men walked up to her.

Elizabeth then started to take off her jacket and that confused the men. Elizabeth was wearing a heavy overcoat and if she was going to fight and feed she needed to be able to move. Her coat felt to the ground and she stood there waiting for their move.

The two men started to fan out a little uncertain of what was happening. Elizabeth continued to stand there. One man got closer and went to lunge forwards but Elizabeth caught his hand, pulled him closer all the while breaking his arm and held him hostage. The second man stood there with wide eyes. His partner was screaming in pain and you didn't have to understand Russian to know what he was screaming about. Elizabeth broke his arm further and the second man took off running.

The man in Elizabeth's grip was trying to save himself and tried to pull away but it was useless. Elizabeth then grabbed his neck as his screams turned into whimpers and Elizabeth smiled. She twisted his neck in one direction and hearing the snap was music. The man's body fell to the ground and Elizabeth knelt to the ground to grab her coat and placed back on and continued to walk away.

Darla sat at a little table reading or at least was trying to. Elizabeth has taught her basics but it was a struggle. Just then the door opened and Elizabeth walked in.

"The sun is about to rise, you made it just in time." Darla commented and Elizabeth ignored the remark as she set her coat aside.

"I'm not liking the cold." Elizabeth began a new subject as she sat down. "What's that?" She asked seeing the paper in Darla's hands.

"From your old heart throb," Darla answered and Elizabeth took it and began to read. "Money?" She asked and Elizabeth nodded. "And?"

"We're rich." Elizabeth answered. "But, Markus wants to have a meeting with us." She went on. "Legal issues, I mean, I think it's a check up on us."

"Then we should go see an old boyfriend then." Darla gave a wicked smile. For Elizabeth it meant they could leave Moscow. They came to Russia blindly. Darla rolled out a map, closed her eyes and her finger landed on this city. Elizabeth has dealt with the cold, she grew up in London and it does snow but here for the blond it was a little excessive. But Elizabeth won't deny that fur coats were nice and pretty.

But it wasn't the cold that was deterring the sisters. A sickness was spreading. Of course vampires do not get sick but it makes for poor hunts and paranoia. If anything this looked something like the plague and if it was then these two needed to leave. People who don't get sick are sometimes looked at funny.

Elizabeth sat down looking at the piece of paper reading it. It's been sometime since she has seen Markus, almost 20 years now. His daughter should be grown up and the man should be showing his age. When he finally sees Elizabeth he'll see that she hasn't aged.

The night was starting and the snow was lightly falling to the ground. The place was empty as only the dead were here. But a set of footsteps crunched in the snow as a very young girl walked through the white covered ground. She was small in size and height, blond; very fair skin. She was barely sixteen and she was alone walking around. Polina was her name. As she walked alone she slowly took out a wooden stake that she carved herself.

She held it close to her side and staying in tune with her surroundings. She could feel her heart rate increasing knowing something was following her. Most girls her age would start to run and maybe even scream but not this little girl. She stopped in her tracks and turned around. A vampire growled as he slowly advanced to her showing his fangs. Polina stood her ground as the vampire charged at her.

Polina jumped in the air and kicked the vampire back. The vampire fell to his back went to get up but Polina was faster and jumped to the vampire and slammed the stake to his chest and he was dust on the fresh snow. Polina stood up looking around in the dark and heard another growl in the night knowing she would be in this graveyard for a while.

An older gentleman sat a desk with his glasses on reading an old book as the wooden door opened. The small cottage was covered in old books, crosses, religious relics and some bundles of garlic. Polina took off her coat and walked over to her Watcher, Fedor.

"How many?" Fedor asked as Polina sat in a chair in front of him.

"Six," She answered and reached for a cup of tea that was still hot just for her made by her Watcher. "I don't see an increase from the sickness everyone is afraid of." She then sipped her tea.

"Then it's just local vampires we need to worry about." The Watcher added but then gave a cough and it concerned his slayer. "No fevers, dry weather." He insisted and she nodded as she sipped on her tea again. "I do have a slight concern from a Watcher back in England however."

"The English are concerned with us?" Polina asked as Fedor began to search for something and then found a piece of paper and looked at it to be sure this is what he wanted. He coughed again and it wasn't the sickness that Polina was afraid of. Her Watcher was old, he was old and she had a feeling he was fighting pneumonia and it would be a losing battle. But she didn't want to lose her Watcher; she's known him for two years now and he's the only father she has known in her life. He found her telling her that she was a potential slayer and was there to train her when the call came.

"The Council is concerned about a vampire possibly originating from London or York," Fedor began to skim through the paper. "One slayer, Lenore from France and her Watcher Owen apparently were tracking two sister vampires," He kept reading. "They lost track of them but they have burned down villages."

"That's Europe," Polina added.

"I'm sure it's just an alert, most vampires don't travel too far from their respective cities." Fedor put it off as he set his papers down and coughed some more into a handkerchief. He looked to his young slayer who was concern and would have to tell her soon that that a new Watcher from the Council would replace him so he could rest with his sickness. Polina finished her tea and went to turn in for the night and went to her small room and small bed.

She got into her bed as the small candle lit the little room. Polina took off her little gold necklace and hung it up by her bedside. She laid in her bed looking to a blank ceiling. Her door was opened to let the fire's heat from the small living room would find its way in. Polina pulled the covers over her head and went to get some sleep but her eyes remained open hearing the faint coughs of her Watcher could be heard.

Polina was walking through the gloomy gray day with a small pack across her back. She was walking along the countryside just outside the city of Moscow. It was rather a chilly day but there was an inn just up the way and the serve some of the best hot meals and drinks and she was craving one. Also she'll sit in this inn and gather some information on travelers and some have led her to vampires.

Polina walked in and walked towards the eating area. She headed to the bar knowing the man who tends to the guests and sat down. Without words the man handed her a glass of water and she sat there for a moment. She can hear the daily talks as all kinds of people come here. Some people come here to hide secrets, some to tell secrets and then she listens to anything that can sound like vampires or anything supernatural. The big talk was that of the plague as it has returned to Russia. People were talking that it was an act of God and the end of times were coming. This was something that Fedor was reading up on, end of days as this could be that of Pestilence.

In the city Elizabeth barely opened the curtains. No sun came through just light. The gray clouds were blocking the sun's harsh rays. She could step out but she could still be burned as the sun's rays will still come through, it just takes a little longer. Elizabeth can get quick glimpses of the daylight but they were far and few in between. On occasions she misses the daylight, the sun and the warmth it can bring. Elizabeth closed the curtain and continued to sit there as Darla slept soundly in the other room.

The blonde walked to the table and picked up the letter from Markus. It was going to be a long ride back to London from Moscow. It took the sisters a month to get here and not without issues. She looked at Markus' handwriting as it was smooth and clean, anyone could read it. The letter was very formal and proper and she could tell he wrote it without fear. That would be something she would have to look into, she would need to make sure fear was still placed in his heart and mind.

'Elizabeth,

I am writing to you on behalf of your wealth and welfare. In the time we have last spoken your money has doubled and continues to grow. I do find in finding you, keeping you informed and moving the money around is amounting to some difficulty. I know what you are and you do not age, you do not die. If you wish to keep the money, to keep what life style you have we must meet. We will need to forge a plan of some sorts such as keeping you alive on paper.

This meeting can be brief as I know you must be busy with whatever it is you do these days. I will have a plan proposed to you upon your arrival.

Markus'

Elizabeth looked around the room feeling that stir-crazy wave. She wanted to leave as soon as possible not just to have this meeting but something told her that she and her sister needed to leave Moscow, it wasn't safe here.

Polina opened the door to her little cottage and set down her pack and took her coat off. She was about to head to the little kitchen area when she noticed it was quiet. Her Watcher was not at his desk nor was he in the kitchen making his tea. She walked to his room and he was asleep on the bed. Polina walked in a little more and covered Fedor a little more with his blanket. She touched his forehead and felt he was a little warm. She continued to sit there for a moment looking at the old man. His face was worn with wrinkles, his blue eyes that were sleeping were not a piercing blue but fading. Her Watcher was old, he has seen horrible things in this world that only one sees in their nightmares. This war was slowly taking him. He then let out a little cough and went back into deep sleep.

Polina got up and as she went to the kitchen she saw a letter sitting on the desk. It was address to Fedor but the return address is what caught her attention. It was from London. Nothing comes from London except the Watchers Council. She knew from last night a letter was sent warning her about two dangerous vampires but this letter had yet to be opened. It was address to her Watcher but if had been delivered to him he would open it right away.

Polina opened it and decided to see what it could be about. Anything from the Council was always opened right away as it could be urgent.

Fedor woke up from his nap and reached for his little pocket watch and saw he slept a lot longer than he wanted. Not only that when looking up at the window the first hints of dusks were here. He knew Polina would be home any minute and he wanted to have dinner started before she headed out to patrol. As he walked out of his room and to the little kitchen he saw Polina sitting at the table with an open letter.

"New Watcher?" She asked and in his eyes she could see the answer.

"It's only for a short time," Fedor insisted knowing that he was going to have to tell her sooner or later. His health was not good and the Council wanted to make sure the slayer had a fit Watcher. "I'll come back,"

"No, you won't," Polina stood up. "I know you won't. I've seen then blood in the towels, in the handkerchiefs." She knew her Watcher was sick and getting sicker. He was walking slower, thinking slower, eating slower. He'll barely make it to London and if he does the pneumonia will be too much to treat. "When was I going to know?"

"I wanted to wait until I knew who the next watcher would be." Fedor explained and she nodded. "I don't want to leave, I don't trust any Watcher with you but, but I am sick and if I am to serve you I need to be better than what I am now. I must train and protect you and right now I can do none of that in this condition." He was honest and it hurt. Polina has no family anymore. She never knew her father and her mother died during a harsh winter. Polina was going to die herself until Fedor found her and told what greatness she could achieve.

They were all that each other has in this cold place. Of course Fedor would stay here until the next Watcher arrived but he even knew the chances of coming back were little. It's not just the fact that the pneumonia could kill him but a slayer's life was short. Most barely live a year after they are called. Polina came to her year anniversary three months ago. If he lives through the pneumonia he might outlive his slayer entirely.

"I should go patrol." Polina wanted to not talk about this, not now at least.

"Please, be careful, it seems colder than usual." Fedor warned his slayer and she nodded as she grabbed her pack and made sure her weapons were in there ready.

"I'll be back for supper." She added meaning she'll be out for a bit but she'll give him time to cook.

"Paprikash will work?" Fedor asked and she nodded with a small smile and left.

The night was a buzz already as Elizabeth and Darla were at a local pub. They would leave tomorrow night and make the long trip to London. The night wasn't young but there was still plenty of night to go. As usual Elizabeth and Darla attracted men to them. Darla would pick one and depending on what was happening she would have sex with him and leave, eat him or both. Elizabeth was different. She would pick a man, gain his trust, maybe even have the man give her some money and then kill him. She rarely had sex; on a few occasions she had sex and had it for pleasure. The guy would think he was about to get luck only to have his life sucked right out of him.

Elizabeth was already trashed and men were hanging all over her. Darla wasn't as wasted yet but a few more shots and she will be. The music was playing and everyone was having a good time. Elizabeth got up stumbling knowing it was time to go but one man hung onto her. He wanted her and she smiled, he looked like a good kill. She was getting hungry and tired, he would be enough to get her home and she could sleep the rest of the night and day. Elizabeth grabbed the man's hand and they stumbled over to Darla.

"Darla, I'm leaving, got someone yummy." Elizabeth smiled and Darla smiled back.

"Have fun Lizzy," Darla waved her off and Elizabeth and the man stumbled out of the bar and walked the dark streets. Both were giggling as they were drunk. They were stumbling and heading to the little place where she and Darla were staying but as she walked with the man she was getting hungry. She couldn't wait and something about feeding in the open area was thrilling.

"You married?" Elizabeth asked and the man chuckled. As she forced him to the wall and he was taken back but not deterred by it.

"Yeah, is that going to affected anything?" He asked and Elizabeth smiled. If he only knew what her wicked smile was then he would be running, she was giving that wicked smile to him.

"Means you have experience right?" She asked and then he pushed her against the wall smiling. He leaned in for a kiss and Elizabeth accepted but this only made her hungrier. She could feel his blood pulsing threw him. As he kissed her she morphed into her demon form. He moved down to her neck and then Elizabeth grabbed his hair and yanked him back. He started to laugh thinking this was foreplay but his eyes widen seeing the yellow eyes and the demon face.

"Help!" He screamed and Elizabeth smiled.

"Let's do it." Elizabeth then pulled him closer and sunk her into his neck. But as she was feeding Elizabeth stopped and looked to her right seeing someone standing there. It was a girl, maybe sixteen at the most. She said something in Russian and it probably meant stop. Elizabeth shoved the man down as he held his bleeding neck. This little girl ruined her dinner. "Who are you?" She asked.

The girl said her name but Elizabeth didn't understand what the girl was saying as she took out a stake. Elizabeth had no idea what was happening as she stood there. The girl then charged at her and Elizabeth dodged her. For being drunk Elizabeth still could focus. She ducked the swings the girl gave her. Elizabeth never fought a human like this. The only things she knew that could have skills like this were other vampires.

"What are you?" Elizabeth asked again as the girl jumped in the air and went to slam down the stake to Elizabeth chest. Elizabeth grabbed the stake and held it at bay while the girl shoved her against the wall. Not only could she fight but she was very strong. The pointed end of the stake was getting closer to Elizabeth chest and the vampire had to do something and fast. This was a chick fight so Elizabeth dug her nails into the girl and it caused her to let up just a little and then Elizabeth kicked her back.

The girl went after her again and Elizabeth grabbed her and threw her to the wall. The little girl went to jump up but Elizabeth reached down and picked her up and slammed her against the wall and let her fall. The girl rolled to her side and coughed up blood and looked to Elizabeth. She was saying something to her but Elizabeth could not understand.

"Like I care," Elizabeth grabbed the girl by the neck, shoved her against the wall. "Still hungry." Elizabeth then sunk her fangs into the girl's neck to feed. The girl screamed in terror and something happened. Elizabeth has never tasted blood like this. It was strong, powerful and like a high. Elizabeth drained the girl dry and let her body fall to the floor. Elizabeth stood there for a moment and wiped some blood from her lips and licked it. But who was this girl?

Elizabeth stumbled into her room and started to rummage through her stuff. She then found the big book labeled Vampyre. She started to frantically turn the pages and then stopped. She blinked a few times to adjust her site as it was blurry. She read the lines over and over again and sat there. Just then she jumped hearing her sister walking in and a man's voice talking. Elizabeth got up and rushed out of her little room to Darla and grabbed the man. Darla was startled as Elizabeth started to shove the man out.

"Lizzy what's wrong?" Darla asked sensing a panic from her little sister. Elizabeth grabbed Darla and rushed her to her room and grabbed the book.

"Slayer, you know about the slayer." Elizabeth started and Darla nodded but was lost. "Remember, remember back in France one was following us?" She asked and Darla nodded but she was not getting anything. "The slayer is here."

"Are you sure?" Darla asked as her eyes widen in fear. "Where?" She asked and Elizabeth didn't answer. She stood there and realized the blood on her face was not from the man. She reached for it and wiped some of it off and looked at it as it was still slightly fresh on her finger. She then looked back up to Darla.

Elizabeth held Darla's hand as she led her to the alley where two bodies laid. One of a man that was going to die of the cold and blood loss before the night was over. But the other body was of a young girl. Elizabeth stood still as Darla walked over to the body and knelt down. She reached out seeing the girl's eyes were still open but her life was gone. Darla then saw a gold chain around her neck and she went to take it but as soon as she touched it stung. The necklace moved a little and Elizabeth saw the medallion and knew why it stung. Elizabeth looked around making sure no one was watching then looked to Darla and stood up.

"You killed a slayer?" Darla asked.

"She was fast, really strong as the book says they are." Elizabeth answered and Darla let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh my god, you killed a slayer." Darla repeated and walked over to her little sister and then hugged her. "You killed a slayer," She then looked at Elizabeth and placed both hands on her cheeks and kissed her forehead. "My baby sister killed a slayer." She then hugged Elizabeth who was still in shock. "We need to leave now." Meaning this will get around and as if they were not hunted enough this will defiantly put them on a wanted list.

The sisters quickly packed and left knowing they would never come back. They would ride through the night and get as far away as possible. As Elizabeth got into the carriage she felt different. The blood she had taken was different; it was strong and powerful. When drinking it she could even see flashes of what looked like fragments and memories of other girls, other slayers.

Fedor was out in the early morning with his cane looking for his slayer. He stayed up all night waiting for her and when five o'clock in the morning came in his heart dropped in panic. As soon as the sun rose he set out to find her. He first went to the cemetery but it was empty. Now it was time to look in dark alleys and corners of the city.

The snow from last night was still falling but it was falling faintly and soon it would stop. The ground was covered with snow as his feet crunched through it. Did it snow badly that she was held up somewhere until it passed?

"Polina?" He asked into the cold winter air. He then came to an alley and something caught his eye. There were two mounds and he knows what those mounds could hold. He rushed to one that was closer, got to his knees and tossed his cane aside and began to dig. He then saw a dead frozen man in the snow and frozen blood around him. His neck had two puncher marks and he knew a vampire was here. He would deal with the man in a minute after he found Polina.

But as he sat there looking at the dead man and looked up to the second man his heart was pounding. He knew he had to go there and push the snow off the body but he didn't want to. Fedor grabbed his cane and used it to get up and walked to the mound of snow and knelt down. He started to push the snow back but when he saw a Saint Michael medallion shine through and he shot back and his chest became heavy.

"No, oh no," He said in the softest voice. He sat back up and began to push more snow back and uncovered a face. Her face was white, she had been drained completely of her blood and then her body left to freeze. Her eyes were looking at him; the monster who killed her didn't even bother to close her eyes to this harsh and freezing world. "Polina," He started to feel hot stinging tears roll down his face. As soon as one tear fell it froze completely on Polina's cold face. "Oh, no, no," He then dug her out of the snow completely and brought her closer as if his warmth could save her.

Fedor has lost a slayer before and every time a slayer dies evil wins again. But it's beyond that. This was someone's daughter, some one loved her, he knew he did and now she was taken. Fedor continued to hold onto his slayer and looked at her eyes and went to close them himself. She was gone; she was safe from this cruel and dark world. She helped to defeat monsters and was finally given a chance to rest. Fedor reached for the Saint Michael medallion and took it off of her. He had hoped it would protect her, it failed; he failed. He knew his Watcher days were coming to end; it just ended sooner rather than months down the line.

The sun was finally gone and Elizabeth and Darla were on the road again leaving Russia for good. Darla wanted to talk about the slayer Elizabeth killed; this was big news. It's not everyday you kill a slayer. But Elizabeth sat quietly in the carriage with the Vampyre book on her lap. She has looked up the slayer briefly and the book itself has mentioned the Chosen One, but there wasn't much. Elizabeth was unprepared for the slayer and this little girl almost had her. It was time to look up her enemy, to know how to kill the next one and the next one. 'They can keep coming because I will create them.'

Do you realize,

That you have the most beautiful face?

Do you realize,

We're floating in space?

Do you realize

That happiness makes you cry?

Do you realize

That everyone you know someday will die?

Do you realize

That everyone you know someday will die?

Do You Realize by Ursine Vulpine

This was a sad chapter reading it. It's different than when Buffy tells the story because she just says she killed a slayer. Here we get to meet the slayer. Well, now we're off to merry ole' London. What do you think is to come? Hope you're enjoying everything. There's a review in the forum and a sneak peak right below. Thank you all for reading, following and commenting. You guys are awesome.

Chapter 8 To be Damned

Markus was older these days. His lush brown hair has already started to show the grey of age. He has aged quite well despite what he endured twenty years ago. He managed to move up in the banking system but ten years ago he lost his beloved wife Daniela, she fell ill and was never able to recover. But he still had his daughter Celia and she looks more like her mother than ever.

"Father," Celia's voice rang out as she walked into the office with some papers. She too was interested in money and banking. He as taught her and in fact she works as his secretary at the bank. Some find it refreshing; others see that a woman should be at home. And a woman of her age should be courting by now. Of course Celia had a few suitors for she was beautiful. She had long curly brown hair, brown eyes and her skin was like that of porcelain.

Markus was preparing Celia for the arrival some of their wealthiest clients. Celia knew of the story and the warnings her father has given her. But until she meets this Elizabeth she wasn't afraid. In the past few years she played in her head over and over how she was going to stand up to this Elizabeth and tell her a thing or two.