The Beginning (Part 2)
At first I didn't know what to think. My sister? The Slayer? Not to mention, what the hell is a Slayer? And why didn't we know she was one?
I eventually came to the conclusion that it must have been a joke, a prank. Someone obviously was getting some sort of sick pleasure over this entire thing. They were probably in the bushes across the street, watching my reaction, and laughing. Ya, that's it, I thought to myself. It's all just a sick joke, but as much as I tried to convince myself of that it didn't work, and all I managed to do was, quite shakily, bring the letter inside and throw it on the kitchen counter for Kaytlyn to find later.
She'd know what was up.
~ * * * ~
Earlier that day James McNaughton gazed out the bay window in his England office. He had received news previously in the day from George King that Buffy Summers had at last left the mortal realm. It didn't surprise him any, he figured it was her turn to go any time now. It made no difference at all, the Council would simply call on the next girl, for that was the way it had always been done and would always continue to be done.
He moved over to his desk and sat down just as King barged in through the office doors.
"Why Mr. King, how nice of you to knock." McNaughton's glare was cold as he folded his hands on his desk and leaned forward. "What could possibly be so urgent that you would barge in here so rudely?"
"I'm sorry sir," King apologized. "But we've found the next one."
McNaughton's eyes lit up. "Already? Very good work." He waited for a brief moment, but no response came. "Well don't just stand there you bumbling idiot, tell me who the poor girl is."
"A Ms. LeBlanc. Kaytlyn LeBlanc. She's 17 years of age and lives in a small community on the East coast of Canada with her mother and younger brother."
McNaughton smiled. "Excellent," he declared. "See to it that the proper preparations are made," he ordered King. "The Calling Ceremony shall take place tomorrow evening."
King nodded his head and began to turn away when McNaughton interrupted him. "Oh, and King?" King turned back to McNaughton. "Try not to mess things up."
I eventually came to the conclusion that it must have been a joke, a prank. Someone obviously was getting some sort of sick pleasure over this entire thing. They were probably in the bushes across the street, watching my reaction, and laughing. Ya, that's it, I thought to myself. It's all just a sick joke, but as much as I tried to convince myself of that it didn't work, and all I managed to do was, quite shakily, bring the letter inside and throw it on the kitchen counter for Kaytlyn to find later.
She'd know what was up.
~ * * * ~
Earlier that day James McNaughton gazed out the bay window in his England office. He had received news previously in the day from George King that Buffy Summers had at last left the mortal realm. It didn't surprise him any, he figured it was her turn to go any time now. It made no difference at all, the Council would simply call on the next girl, for that was the way it had always been done and would always continue to be done.
He moved over to his desk and sat down just as King barged in through the office doors.
"Why Mr. King, how nice of you to knock." McNaughton's glare was cold as he folded his hands on his desk and leaned forward. "What could possibly be so urgent that you would barge in here so rudely?"
"I'm sorry sir," King apologized. "But we've found the next one."
McNaughton's eyes lit up. "Already? Very good work." He waited for a brief moment, but no response came. "Well don't just stand there you bumbling idiot, tell me who the poor girl is."
"A Ms. LeBlanc. Kaytlyn LeBlanc. She's 17 years of age and lives in a small community on the East coast of Canada with her mother and younger brother."
McNaughton smiled. "Excellent," he declared. "See to it that the proper preparations are made," he ordered King. "The Calling Ceremony shall take place tomorrow evening."
King nodded his head and began to turn away when McNaughton interrupted him. "Oh, and King?" King turned back to McNaughton. "Try not to mess things up."