Recruiting. From thepowerplayers
I believed that Andrew Wells, as he had told me his name was, four times, was the genuine article. I had contacted my father in Washington after he showed up at my door, telling me that I was a vampire slayer with superpowers and, and my father had confirmed that vampire slayers were real. My father wanted to know more, but I quickly hung up with him, telling him that I would call him later in the day.
I knew that he would bombard me with questions and according to Andrew, we needed to get to Chicago, because there was another girl like me who needed to be told of her calling.
I had learned, earlier in the day…that my strengths were astronomical, and Andrew’s telling me of a slayer’s inherent powers only further led me to believe that this was no hoax. Earlier in the day…I was sparring with one of my best friends, Jay. I’m a fifth degree black belt, so Jay’s size advantage over me is meaningless and we often spar, and I kick his ass, without hurting him, until today, which was just another normal session with the two of us, except that I cracked three of his ribs with one kick that sent him flying across the room, and I had to take him to the hospital.
Now, as our plane landed at O’Hare airport, I handed Andrew back his briefcase filled with documents and diaries and pictures and knew that all of this was very much real. I studied Andrew, cute in a geeky sort of way and had real questions for him.
I asked him about how a slayer was called. He told me that it is engrained in them, in each girl…in me from birth and that one has to die before another is called. That led me to ask him who had died. He told me that more then twenty slayers had been killed in a big fight and that led me to want to rethink this new calling, this new life of mine, but I didn’t let it get to me too much, especially since Andrew had told me that it was a very rare and tragic event.
He told me how the slayer line used to be just one girl, but because of a woman, a witch, named Willow Rosenberg, that was changed forever. He gave me a synopsis of the spell that allowed many slayers to be chosen as he referred to it, at the same time and I was blown away. There are vampires, other demons, fights where you could pummel and kill something and witchcraft to boot…it was exciting and my fears were very little.
He told me in the taxi, keeping his voice low, about how right now, there are seven slayers. He named them to me. Their names were Buffy, Faith, Melissa, Jada, myself, of course, Monique and Dawn. He told me that I would soon meet Dawn in Los Angeles and that she was Buffy, the original slayer of this new line’s, little sister.
Ready, we pulled up to this Monique’s house and it was huge, just like my father’s. I wondered, though I didn’t ask as we walked towards the door, if all slayers chosen came from rich families.
Andrew knocked on the door and when it opened, a sexy brunette, slightly younger then me, with nice muscle tone opened the door. She was sweating and had obviously just worked out…which explained why it took her so long to get to the door. She looked at us as if she were going to ask who the hell we were, and then Andrew, briefcase in hand, started his little spiel. I am totally and thoroughly amused by this and I can’t wait to hear this Monique’s reaction to it all.
[Andrew and Monique]
I knew that he would bombard me with questions and according to Andrew, we needed to get to Chicago, because there was another girl like me who needed to be told of her calling.
I had learned, earlier in the day…that my strengths were astronomical, and Andrew’s telling me of a slayer’s inherent powers only further led me to believe that this was no hoax. Earlier in the day…I was sparring with one of my best friends, Jay. I’m a fifth degree black belt, so Jay’s size advantage over me is meaningless and we often spar, and I kick his ass, without hurting him, until today, which was just another normal session with the two of us, except that I cracked three of his ribs with one kick that sent him flying across the room, and I had to take him to the hospital.
Now, as our plane landed at O’Hare airport, I handed Andrew back his briefcase filled with documents and diaries and pictures and knew that all of this was very much real. I studied Andrew, cute in a geeky sort of way and had real questions for him.
I asked him about how a slayer was called. He told me that it is engrained in them, in each girl…in me from birth and that one has to die before another is called. That led me to ask him who had died. He told me that more then twenty slayers had been killed in a big fight and that led me to want to rethink this new calling, this new life of mine, but I didn’t let it get to me too much, especially since Andrew had told me that it was a very rare and tragic event.
He told me how the slayer line used to be just one girl, but because of a woman, a witch, named Willow Rosenberg, that was changed forever. He gave me a synopsis of the spell that allowed many slayers to be chosen as he referred to it, at the same time and I was blown away. There are vampires, other demons, fights where you could pummel and kill something and witchcraft to boot…it was exciting and my fears were very little.
He told me in the taxi, keeping his voice low, about how right now, there are seven slayers. He named them to me. Their names were Buffy, Faith, Melissa, Jada, myself, of course, Monique and Dawn. He told me that I would soon meet Dawn in Los Angeles and that she was Buffy, the original slayer of this new line’s, little sister.
Ready, we pulled up to this Monique’s house and it was huge, just like my father’s. I wondered, though I didn’t ask as we walked towards the door, if all slayers chosen came from rich families.
Andrew knocked on the door and when it opened, a sexy brunette, slightly younger then me, with nice muscle tone opened the door. She was sweating and had obviously just worked out…which explained why it took her so long to get to the door. She looked at us as if she were going to ask who the hell we were, and then Andrew, briefcase in hand, started his little spiel. I am totally and thoroughly amused by this and I can’t wait to hear this Monique’s reaction to it all.
[Andrew and Monique]