Chapter 5: The One
The sunlight filtered through the window, rousing Geoffrey from his fitful slumbers. He had returned home last night, collapsing on his bed and as soon as head touched pillow, he was lost in sleep. He had slept restlessly and sporadically at best, since meeting his Slayer.
His Slayer. The thought of being the closest person to her in the world brought a smile to his face. The relationship between a Watcher and Slayer was akin to absolute love. In some cases it was a father daughter love, and sometimes it was something else altogether. Geoffrey felt like his feelings for Elizabeth were a little different than most Watcher’s feelings for their Slayers.
He had only known her for two days, and he was infatuated. She graced his thoughts continuously throughout the day and well into the night.
He thought he saw the same feelings held in her eyes, but he could not be sure. What he was sure of, was that he wanted to see her as soon as possible, so they could continue the Slayer history and begin her training.
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As Elizabeth walked the familiar stone path through the town she saw things through different eyes. Her light green eyes shined brilliantly as the sun bounced off her form. Her deep chestnut hair surrounded her face in natural waves. Some of the young men watched her walk, but she saw no one. Her thoughts were of Geoffrey.
She didn’t know if the feelings she had stirring in her stomach were normal in Slayer/Watcher relationships, but was sure they were not. She thought of him all the time, his face brightening her day considerably.
She was anxious to see him again and continue to obtain knowledge of her Slayer heritage.
It still sickened her to think of the countless lives that had and would be destroyed by the Shadow Men, and she quickly forced thoughts of them from her mind.
The putrid smell as she got closer to the edge of the village elicited a small gasp from her. She walked these streets daily, but the smell always caught her.
As she neared Geoffrey’s place she was captured by girlish thoughts. She desperately wanted her walk to be over and to be standing at his door.
Moments later, she was.
She rapped on the door three times as was customary for friendly calls, and he was at the door in seconds.
“Elizabeth!” Geoffrey exclaimed happily.
“Hello Geoffrey, are you well?” She asked smiling and accepting his invitation into his home.
“Yes-I am well. And yourself?” he responded, shutting the door quietly behind her.
She did not answer, as she examined the room. It was much longer on the inside that it looked on the outside. They were in an entrance hall that branched off into other rooms. It reminded Elizabeth of the Grand Hall of the village castle.
Geoffrey guided them down the hall, stepping into a room on the right side.
The room was filled with the midday light as they stepped inside the door, and her skin glistened with a natural glow.
“You are-” Geoffrey began to observe, but was quickly silenced by some inner turmoil.
Elizabeth only looked at him, but did not press the issue.
“Your home is very beautiful.” Elizabeth smiled, stepping further into the library and letting her eyes drink everything in.
“Thank you, the Council gives me a fair salary, and they pay for most of my accommodations.” he responds absentmindedly, watching her take in the room. “The library is probably the largest room of the house.” he comments with a laugh.
“It is quite extensive I am sure.” Elizabeth loved books, and was already imagining herself sitting amidst this massive library.
“We usually have a lot of research to do.” Geoffrey begins to explain the reason for the libraries size. “There are always new demons to explore and define.”
At the mention of demons Elizabeth snaps back to reality, and stands stiffly. “Yes. Of course.”
“Elizabeth, if you are not ready to begin your studies, I do not want to force you to.” Geoffrey offers her a chair.
“No Geoffrey-” Elizabeth tries to explain her reservations. “I am just afraid that I may not be able to-” she tries “That I am unfit for-” she continues to stutter an explanation.
“Elizabeth, you will be a fine Slayer, I have no fears of that. Don’t underestimate yourself. You are an intelligent, beautiful and strong young lady, and I have no worries that you will not perform to the fullest of your abilities.” Geoffrey quelled any remaining fears of her inability to be Slayer, and sat down opposite her at the table.
“So-research?” Elizabeth smiled playfully with her question. She wanted to get back to a less dreary form of communication.
“Yes, much research. Every Watcher/Slayer pair in the history of the Council has faced at least one apocalyptic problem in their-” he stops, seeing the mischievous twinkle in Elizabeth’s eyes. “What is it Elizabeth?” he asks, returning the smile.
“Call me Beth.” her eyes glitter, and she quickly looks away. She is shocked at her lack of propriety, demur, and lady-like calm. “What am I going to learn today?” she asks, wanting desperately to change the subject.
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The pair were still in the library with a dozen or more books opened to various pages, and in different states of disarray.
“The first Slayer called to ancient Rome was from a peasant family who had immigrated to Rome after the fall of one of the many conquered lands of Rome. Her predecessor was a feisty Gaul by the name of Clariece. She was a force to be reckoned with. Her story reminds me of you.” Geoffrey had been going over basic Slayer history for nearly four hours. His last sentence caused a great flush to appear in his cheeks and he stopped abruptly.
Elizabeth, flatters but uncertain, smiled. “How so?” her question was simple, but there was no answer Geoffrey could give that would not give away his feelings for her.
Geoffrey cleared his throat softly. “She was known for her beauty and grace and she was very…” he chose his next words carefully. “Original in her slaying methods.” he blushed again, bringing a laugh to Elizabeth’s lips.
“I have none of those qualities kind Sir.” she humbly responded, unsure of how to react.
“I must beg to differ milady.” Geoffrey countered, his flushed crimson face slowly returning to normal.
“I’m not the one to define Slayers.” Elizabeth replied, trying to be lighthearted. “I am anything but perfect.”
“No.” Geoffrey corrected, looking into her eyes. “You are the one. You will be the greatest Slayer in the line.”
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The one? Elizabeth thought to herself as she walked home in the inky darkness that night. Could she really be ‘the one?’
Half way to her cottage she ran into a vampire, but quickly staked him with a new technique that Geoffrey had shown her. It was a simple wrist flick, but it had made a difference.
‘The one.’ Elizabeth said out loud into the empty night.
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I just would like to thank everyone for waiting patiently while my muse came back from vacation! I will hopefully be updating much quicker than this from here on out. Thanks again-happy reading! -Marissa
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