Chapter Two-The one in America
I woke with a start. I'd just had another dream about that girl. The girls with brown bushy hair who went to a school to learn magic. These dreams were all strange, but this one even more so. Those words rang in my head. "Hermione, you are the slayer"
I would say Hermione was a weird name but my name's Buffy so I'm hardly one to talk. This is the first time I've heard her name. All the other dreams were distant and fuzzy. This one was clearer. I saw her and a man sitting in a café. The man was all English tea and tweed, he screamed watcher. The girl was suspicious; she wasn't talking just listening as the watcher explained her destiny. I saw all the emotions playing across her face. I remembered that feelings. Trying to find any other explanation but knowing it's the truth.
Denial is the first stage. It's always the first stage. It think that's followed by rebellion, then the rebellion is ended by a sense of responsibility and then comes the period of trying too fit slaying with your normal life. Finally there's the acceptance. The acceptance that we all fight until we die. A slayer can't live a normal life. I think the watchers council are still waiting for me to reach that stage, but I'm not planning it for the near future.
Of course those stages only apply to the slayers who weren't recognised as potentials. I've been asking Giles a lot about slayers lately. I don't know why, I've just been curious, wanting to know more about my calling.
According to Giles I'm one of the lucky ones. I grew up with my parents. Normally the council will get witches to scry for girls with the potential to become slayers. Then they take those girls away from their families and train them as fighters. If they get called they're prepared. If they don't get called by eighteen then they probably never will be. It's very rare for a slayer to get killed after eighteen. Those girls either become watchers or just leave.
I don't know who I feel more sorry for, the ones who spend their whole lives preparing to be something they'll never become, or the few girls who do become it. The slayers.
I asked Giles about slayer dreams as well. He said prophetic dreams aren't a standard slayer gift, but they're not uncommon. Most dreams are cryptic warnings about the future that usually don't make sense until after the events have taken place. Sometimes slayers dream about one another though. The most common thing is for a slayer to dream the death of her predecessor, often as it happens or soon after, slayers may also dream the deaths of other slayers. Usually the more powerful ones.
It's less common, but not unheard of for a slayer to dream the calling of other slayers or powerful moments in their lives.
This all makes me wonder about Hermione. I seem to be dreaming her everyday life before she even knew she was a slayer. I think this may have nothing to do with me being a slayer and everything to do with me being human. Maybe this is all just me wanting to believe I'm not alone. The confusion I see in my dreams in Hermione's eyes is mirrored so often in my own.
It's stupid really, because I am alone. I'm supposed to fight alone. I have my friends but they don't really count, they fight because they want to. I don't have that choice. For me it's destiny.
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AN: Writing this chapter doesn't mean I'm definitely going to make this a series yet. I'm still thinking of leaving it here. I'm really confused with this because I like this fic how it is, but I also have loads of ideas of how to continue it and I don't know which I want to do.
I woke with a start. I'd just had another dream about that girl. The girls with brown bushy hair who went to a school to learn magic. These dreams were all strange, but this one even more so. Those words rang in my head. "Hermione, you are the slayer"
I would say Hermione was a weird name but my name's Buffy so I'm hardly one to talk. This is the first time I've heard her name. All the other dreams were distant and fuzzy. This one was clearer. I saw her and a man sitting in a café. The man was all English tea and tweed, he screamed watcher. The girl was suspicious; she wasn't talking just listening as the watcher explained her destiny. I saw all the emotions playing across her face. I remembered that feelings. Trying to find any other explanation but knowing it's the truth.
Denial is the first stage. It's always the first stage. It think that's followed by rebellion, then the rebellion is ended by a sense of responsibility and then comes the period of trying too fit slaying with your normal life. Finally there's the acceptance. The acceptance that we all fight until we die. A slayer can't live a normal life. I think the watchers council are still waiting for me to reach that stage, but I'm not planning it for the near future.
Of course those stages only apply to the slayers who weren't recognised as potentials. I've been asking Giles a lot about slayers lately. I don't know why, I've just been curious, wanting to know more about my calling.
According to Giles I'm one of the lucky ones. I grew up with my parents. Normally the council will get witches to scry for girls with the potential to become slayers. Then they take those girls away from their families and train them as fighters. If they get called they're prepared. If they don't get called by eighteen then they probably never will be. It's very rare for a slayer to get killed after eighteen. Those girls either become watchers or just leave.
I don't know who I feel more sorry for, the ones who spend their whole lives preparing to be something they'll never become, or the few girls who do become it. The slayers.
I asked Giles about slayer dreams as well. He said prophetic dreams aren't a standard slayer gift, but they're not uncommon. Most dreams are cryptic warnings about the future that usually don't make sense until after the events have taken place. Sometimes slayers dream about one another though. The most common thing is for a slayer to dream the death of her predecessor, often as it happens or soon after, slayers may also dream the deaths of other slayers. Usually the more powerful ones.
It's less common, but not unheard of for a slayer to dream the calling of other slayers or powerful moments in their lives.
This all makes me wonder about Hermione. I seem to be dreaming her everyday life before she even knew she was a slayer. I think this may have nothing to do with me being a slayer and everything to do with me being human. Maybe this is all just me wanting to believe I'm not alone. The confusion I see in my dreams in Hermione's eyes is mirrored so often in my own.
It's stupid really, because I am alone. I'm supposed to fight alone. I have my friends but they don't really count, they fight because they want to. I don't have that choice. For me it's destiny.
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AN: Writing this chapter doesn't mean I'm definitely going to make this a series yet. I'm still thinking of leaving it here. I'm really confused with this because I like this fic how it is, but I also have loads of ideas of how to continue it and I don't know which I want to do.
