Into every generation...
The next morning when I went to get breakfast I was really jumpy. I didn't sleep well, I kept having these dreams about that guy turning to dust, very creepy. It was like I was 10 times more scared when I was asleep then when it actually happened.
The sisters were all looking at me when I dropped my glass when someone touched my shoulder. They had no idea why I was so jumpy, I think. Except for Nadia, she avoided me, every time I walked her way, she walked another way. It wasn't even like I was gonna talk to her, I mean, get real, tell a non that I think I may have killed a vampire or something. They'd totally freak, they'd put me in the madhouse for the rest of my life. Tell me I'm a shame for God, that I'm a devils child. That I'm a crackpot.No, I didn't want to talk to her, so I guess it's a good thing she didn't want to talk to me. Maybe she's still mad at me for trashing the kitchen, yeah, that's probably it.
In the afternoon I called Joyce to come and pick me up. I didn't say anything about last night in the car. I did ask her how she felt about all of this. About me.
"I'm glad for you that you have a mother now. Aunt Dawn is a great mother, I should now, she raised me as one of her own." Joyce answered.
Then I asked her about Spike, her father.
"How do you know that ?!" she kind of yelled. I didn't say anything. "I get it, Dawn told you, didn't she ?"
"No" I said in a hurry. "I guessed it.
"Yeah, right, and she probably told you that I know Spike is my father, but he doesn't know. Right ?"
"Euhm..." I hesitated.
She nodded. "Well, here's the deal, my father knows I exist, but he just doesn't know he's my father, he thinks I really am Dawn's daughter. I've met him when I was younger, at the house, when my mother died. The reason he doesn't know, is cause of Dawn. My mom told aunt Dawn to tell him if she ever got killed, that he should raise me. But Dawn didn't want that, so she raised me herself, never told Spike the truth, and if I would tell him the truth, she'd hate me. I know she would." she said.
"Why didn't she want to tell him ?" I asked, i think she was going to tell me why, but she stopped for some unknown reason.
When we went in the house, Joyce went upstairs, like she always does when I'm around.
I went into the living room and mother was waiting for me. I didn't sit down, I wanted to know what happened to me last night, and I didn't want any more excuses.
"Hi." she said. "Sit down."
I said I didn't want to.
She didn't ask me why, she just looked at me, then I was tired of her looking at me.
"Can I ask you something ?" I asked very polite.
"Sure, ask away."
"Okay, before I met you, I was this normal girl, and then one night, I had this vision or something of a girl that got killed and she had these neck wounds, and the next morning, I found out that it really happened, that what I saw was real. Then I met Joyce, and you, and the sisters start acting weird around me. Then, this is the good part, yesterday, after I ran out of the house, I didn't go back to the orphanage till after dark..." I saw moms eyes widening.
"...And I heard a scream, it came from the church yard and there was a guy, biting a girl, so I kicked the guy, she ran, and I fought with that guy, who had a really deformed face, and then I saw this piece of would lying there, and I staked him and he went poof."
"Poof ?" she asked like she didn't know what I was talking about, I played along.
"Yeah, poof, as in he turned to dust. Before he went poof he called me a slayer. So here's my quistion : Was that guy a vampire or did you turn me into a freak ?!"
"You better sit down." she said.
"I'd rather stand, thanks anyway." I answered.
"Okay, no, you're not a freak, and yes, that guy was a vampire."
"Oh, well... Woopie, I guess. So, what is a slayer ?"
"That's you." she answered.
"Aha" I said, I think I was in a bit of a shock. "I think I'd better sit down now."
We both sat down, I sat a bit further from mom, from the shock, I guess.
"So, we both now that vampires do exist and that I am a slayer, so... what is a slayer ?"
"One girl in all the world who is chosen to fight and stop the vampires, she is the slayer." mom said. "Did you really kill that vampire in one try ?"
I nodded.
"Waw, you are absolutely the strongest ever, no one has ever been able to do it from the very first time."
"Cool, but I still don't get what a slayer is." I said.
She walked towards the wooden chest and got a book out of it that said : 'VAMPYRE' , and this I have to add, where did she get that book, I mean, everyone knows that vampire is written with an I and not an Y.
It was a heavy book.
"In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer." mom said.
"Okay, whatever you say..." I said.
Then she told me to go home and read the book, and also read the pages she and her sister added so many years ago. Then I went back to the orphanage, had a meal, and tonight, I will read. I will read my ass of.
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