Chapter 24 -- Somehow, The Whole Chosen One Thing Lacks Punch
"How are you doing?"
"Fucking horrible. I don't like them in my head." She glanced back. She'd been crying, but had taken pains for it not to be noticeable. "Noticed she hit the floor when she touched you, though."
"Well, when you experience as much memory that she has, and witness the birth and death of several civilizations, it probably rocks your world. Not to mention beliefs."
"Yeah, it's rocked mine a bit." She took another drag on the cigarette and snuffed it out. "I just...I hate to think that anybody else saw them like I did, at the last. It's not fair to them."
"Well, you'll have to endure it one more time."
She took a deep breath. "Yeah. They're transferrin' power to me, then?"
"Well, none of 'em wanna touch me."
"Yeah, I kinda figured." She rose to her feet and brushed off her jeans. "Bloody fantastic."
"The coven'll be here in an hour."
"Well, just in time to formulate a little bit of a plan."
"Look, I hate to ask, after what I've put you through..." Angela hesitated. "I didn't see much, past...the pain. But I saw enough to know that you have power. Mystical power. You've been touched by magic."
"I'm a Slayer."
"Oh, forgot to mention that."
"The Slayer's in Spain."
"I'm travelling with a bloody Time Lord. The whole Chosen One thing now lacks punch."
"That's an excellent point. Tea?"
"What the hell."
TBC...