Author’s Note: This story takes place around 1899. The characters in it are original, except for a few who are loosely based on characters from the movie, Newsies. Also thi sis a response to Axel’s challage.
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My name is Emily Rose Winters, I am 17 years old and I am an orphan. My parents died when I was 15, around the time I was called and at the exact same time I met my first vampire or more correctly vampires.
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“…Please. Oh come on I’m dying. What did you get me for my birthday?” Emily asked her parents.
They were walking down a familiar street in New York City, not too far from where they lived. They were coming back from a play they’re local church had put on.
The Winters were a nice family. They were poor but happy. Emily’s father worked in the canning factory downtown and her mother worked as a seamstress. Emily went to school because her father insisted that she did. He didn’t want her to work like all the other children of her generation. He wanted her to get a good education, even if that meant it was a little harder to make ends meet.
“It’s a surprise,” her mother said, smiling; only to receive a pout from her daughter.
“But…”
“No buts and that’s final,” her father said in a stern but loving way.
“Okay.”
“Here let’s go this way. It’s shorter,” her father said, indicating a dark alley way that would lead them to the street directly in front of their shabby apartment building.
They had used that alley way many times to get home; at all times of day but for some reason when they entered it this time Emily felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. All her senses were on fire and they were screaming run.
“Dad, let’s go back,” Emily said in a scared voice.
“Don’t be silly; this ways much shorter.”
“I don’t mind walking.”
“Emily, I’m tired I worked very hard this week and today on my day off I was forced to sit through a horrible rendition of Macbeth. Please for once in your life don’t be stubborn.”
“Yes, be a good girl and mind your father now,” a woman said from the shadows in a distinctly English accent.
“Who said that?” Emily’s father demanded. Suddenly a young man grabbed Emily’s mother from behind and snapped her neck. Her limp, dead body fell to the floor as the man revealed himself. He had brown hair and a demonic face. He was smiling.
“Mom!” Emily screamed as she backed herself against the wall.
The young woman came out of the shadows, laughing. She had raven black hair and she was wearing a Victorian styled dress. She walked towards Emily’s father.
“Stay away for me!” he yelled, “I’ll scream.”
“That would be lovely,” Drusilla said as she grabbed him and sank her fangs into his neck.
Emily ran away in fright, tears streaming down her face. Spike went to give chase after her but Drusilla stopped him before he got too far.
“Let her go,” Dru said.
“Why? Half the fun is the chase,” he said with a cruel smile.
“That one’s not ripe yet. Still young, hanging on the vine. Her time will come and once the battle is won, we three will meet again.”
“Dru, what are you rattling on about?” Spike asked as he watched Emily run off into the distance.
“She doesn’t know what she is but I do. Do you want to know a secret William?”
“What is it, pet? Have you had a vision?”
“She’s the slayer,” Drusilla whispered in his ear and then laughed.
“The slayer? The one Angelus told me about?”
“The tides have changed, a new warrior is born. The moon and the stars are arguing, they can’t decide who will win, but I know my dark prince will prevail,” she said, caressing Spike’s cheek.
“You bet I’ll win. I’ll make her wish she was never born and when I’m finished killing the slayer we’ll have a party; how does sound love?”
“I love parties. Can ours have black roses and can we dance in the thunder?”
“Anything you want love.”
“I can’t wait to tell Miss. Edith; she’ll be so pleased.”
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I am the slayer. It’s my job to protect the world from the forces of darkness or at least that’s what my watcher says. Her name is Sarah Anne Rutherford, she’s British, and knows far too much about demons for her own good. I met her shortly after my parents died. She came to the Refuge; it’s an orphanage for troubled kids, to tell me that I had been called and I was the slayer.
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“Don’t be stupid,” Jack, a boy of about 17 said as he smacked another kid in the back of the head.
“Hey!” the kid yelled in protest, “I think it’s a good idea.”
“And I think your parents dropped you on your head a few too many times when you were a baby,” Jack said and in response the other two boys sitting with them began to laugh.
Emily sat alone in an armchair near the boys. She was deeply engrossed in the book she was reading and barley noticed when the woman, who was evidently of a high standing entered the Refuge and began to make her way towards the counter.
“Hello miss, is there anything I can do to help you?” one of the boys said, taking off his hat while doing so.
“Could you please inform Mr. Snyder that someone is here that is interested in adopting.”
“Adopting?” the boy blurted out in surprise, “Lady, I think you have the wrong idea; no one has adopted anyone from here.”
“Recently, he means no one has been adopted recently,” Jack broke in, “Bobby, here he’s not too swift.” And with that he gave her his patented charming smile.
“Who are you?” Mr. Snyder asked, as he entered the room.
“Sarah Anne Rutherford; I believe we spoke on the phone.”
“Oh, yes.”
“As I said I would like to adopt Miss. Winters.”
“What?!” everyone said in unison.
“You want to adopt me?” Emily said, shocked.
“Yes, of course I’d like to speak with you first.”
“Miss. Rutherford is it? I think you’re a little confused about the purpose of this institution. It’s a place for troubled youths, orphaned criminals,” he said with a sneer, “It is not an adoption center full of cute new borns.”
“I am fully aware of its function and I’ll have you know I have a letter of permission from the governor and I’m afraid there is nothing you can do to stop me.”
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“What did you do to get yourself placed in the Refuge?” Sarah asked as Emily and herself rode in her car.
“I stole some food.”
“Really? Didn’t your father teach never to steal? I know mine did.”
“Yes, he also taught me not to starve. Guess that means we both got an education.”
“Why didn’t Snyder want to let you go? It’s obvious he despises children; wouldn’t he want someone to adopt you?”
“No, the more kids he has in the Refuge, the more money he gets from the government and the more he gets to put in his own pocket.”
Sarah just nodded in response.
“Miss. Rutherford, why did you adopt me?”
“Because it’s my job to help you, train you.”
“Help me? Train me; for what?”
“Your destiny.”
“My destiny?”
“Emily, you are the slayer and I’m your watcher.”
“I’m that what?”
“The slayer, the vampire slayer. One girl is born into every generation and this time it’s you. It’s your job to protect the world from the forces of darkness.”
“Are you crazy?”
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