SPOILER WARNING: "Prophecy Girl", "What's My Line part I and II"
DISCLAIMER: Kendra and all other Buffy related characters do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for a while. They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant enemy, WB etc. "Grr Argg." The name Sam Zabuto is taken from the dialogue of 'What's My Line Part II.' Kendra's family members [Carrah, Annalise, Shali, Nuru and Kaleb] and the details of her past are creations of mine. If you'd like to play with them, I'd be happy to lend them to you with my blessings, just ask first and remember to ignore anything Robyn says about where Kendra is from, unless she says "A quaint little Scottish cottage in Jamaica".
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well, this is a rehashed version of my first fanfic. I plan to writ the next few parts as soon as I have the time. This is what happens when I give in to that little voice in my head which tells stories. Unfortunately the voice in my head started arguing with it's former self and told me that the story had to be redone completely differently. It's still far from perfect but it's better than it was. Keep in mind that Kendra and Zabuto have thick accents, though I have left most of the spelling normal in order to understand what they are saying. [that sounds like dat etc.] Feedback and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
Prologue
Kendra the vampire slayer, was sitting in the cargo hold of an airplane, thinking about what lay ahead, and about the events which led to this journey. Kendra had been training her whole life for one thing, to slay the vampires. She was the chosen one...the one girl in all the world with the strength and skill to fight the vampires... She had finally got her calling last spring... She automatically knew when the last slayer had died...she had felt it...and dreamed about it. That was when the dreams began. Kendra's first dream was of the last slayer's death. In the dream Kendra found herself in the role of the previous slayer. She relived the slayer's last moments. The last slayer had been drained my a Master Vampire, and had fallen unconscious, face first into a few inches of water. She had drowned.
One day Kendra's watcher told her that a great evil was about to arise in Sunnydale California. He told her that she was to go to Sunnydale to try to control the dark forces there. That was the reason for this impromptu trip. In order to keep her identity a secret, she had concealed herself in the cargo hold of a plane destined for California. This was where she was now sitting, pondering her destiny.
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Coming from a small, superstitious village in Jamaica, Kendra had known her entire life that she was to be a chosen one. Her watcher, Sam Zabuto, had been training her in martial arts, mythical studies, and slaying tactics since she was a small child. Kendra's parents had sent her to Sam Zabuto's village to train when she was very young.
She could remember clearly the day she asked Zabuto about her parents. "I know 'tis me destiny to be a slayer, and that is why I am with thee, but do I not have parents somewhere?"
His answer, as always, was cryptic. "In the past, family has only distracted the chosen one from her calling. Thee, and *thee alone,* must fight the creatures of darkness..."
"...I know...I just wonder who they were, that is all."
Sam Zabuto walked slowly over to the old cupboard which Kendra had never seen unlocked. She had always wondered what was in there, but every time as a child in her inquisitive voice she had asked, Zabuto had made it clear that the contents of the cupboard were to be left untouched.
Zabuto extracted an old box from the cupboard, then locked the door again. He proceeded to carry the box over to the anxious girl. "I knew the time would come for thee to know thy past, I suppose now is the correct time." Zabuto carefully handed the box to Kendra, with only the faintest hint of hesitation. "Thee will find what thee is looking for within this box...but remember, thee cannot allow the past such importance that it will detract thee from thy calling. It is important that thy destiny be fulfilled...Do not dwell on the past..." With that he exited the room, leaving the child to ponder the meaning of his words.
Eventually curiosity got the better of her, so she carefully opened the box, not knowing what to expect. As the lid was lifted, the contents of the box were revealed. Inside were many papers, a weathered envelope, and two old leather-bound books. 'Journals', Kendra thought to herself.
First she took the envelope out and examined it's contents. It was filled with pictures. Kendra looked at the first, labeled simply 'the babies.' It was a photograph of two young children, a boy and a girl, both approximately two years of age. The little girl looked disturbingly familiar, and after careful examination, Kendra realized the baby was in fact, herself. "But if that is me, who is the boy?" Kendra looked at the next picture, this one of what appeared to be a family. 'My family.' Two young women were seated, one holding an infant, the other holding the hand of a five year old boy. Behind them stood two young men, brothers, identical to one another. One held an infant, the other had one hand on the shoulder of a girl of about eight, the other hand on that of the little boy. Kendra knew that she was not the girl, for she had been sent to train with her watcher when she was four, yet there was a striking family resemblance. It took several minutes of shuffling through pictures before Kendrafound one that particularly caught her eye: it was of a boy and a girl both approximately four years old. The back of the photo said: 'The twins fourth birthday."
Now Kendra was even more confused. 'Twins? Who are they? Relatives? Or could it be that...' Kendra didn't let herself continue the thought. Instead she lifted the first book. As she opened it to an arbitrary page, she knew her first assumption had been correct, it was a journal...or a diary.
'On May 21st, 1981 Shali and Nuru both had their wishes granted. Shali wanted the baby to be a girl...so she'd have someone to mother. Nuru wanted a boy so he'd have someone to play with. Well Shali got her wish, a little baby girl for a cousin...and Nuru got his wished-for cousin too.
Twins! I could hardy believe it myself...And here I thought the two children Annalise had were hard enough to handle. How are we ever going to deal with twins?
Zabuto was right, Kendra...that's what we've named her...has the birthmark of the chosen one. The same one that I have. She will one day become the new slayer. We'll have to begin her training as soon as she is old enough. Kaleb is also a doll. They are both so alike! Not only in looks, but in temperament.
I love being a mother! And Zabuto said I'd probably never reach twenty! I turned twenty last week...the oldest slayer on record. I just hope I live long enough to see my children grow.
Carrah,
May 24th, 1981.'
Kendra read the page over and over, not believing her eyes. Her mind was filled with questions. 'I have a twin brother? ... My mother was a slayer?...' She opened the other book, also a journal, but in a different hand....A chillingly familiar hand...she recognized it as Zabuto's writing. 'This was one of the watcher journals! Zabuto must have been Carrah's watcher!' Kendra skimmed through the pages until she reached the last two entries.
'June, 2nd, 1985,
My worst fear has been realized. Carrah is dead. She, like too many of her kind, met her fate at the hand of Lothos. He had her hypnotized, and she couldn't break free. It pained me so, to see her perish. Lothos was also the one who claimed my grandmother's life. I suppose now another slayer will be called. It will not be Kendra for she is far too young, but her training must begin soon. I mustn't let the child down as I did her mother. I simply cannot.
I have spoken to the child's father, he agrees that I must take her away, keep her from harm until she is ready...until she is called. She *WILL* be prepared when her turn comes. I will see to it. I only wish I could have better prepared her mother. Carrah...she insisted upon pursuing a family. Well I will not allow Kendra to make the same mistake. A family only weakens a slayer. It distracts her from carrying out her destiny.
It pains me to think of separating Kendra from Kaleb and the others but it must be done. It is for their own good. The twins should not have to be separated but there is no other way.
This is a truly sad time for me. I shall never forgive myself for not better preparing Carrah. I will not make the same mistake twice.
Carrah, I hope that thee shall have peace now.
Sam Zabuto.'
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Kendra was twelve then, in the eight years she had lived with Zabuto, she had learned every available fact about vampires, demons and the other creatures of night. She was in excellent physical condition. Kendra had learned to distance herself from everyone except her watcher. She had no contact with her family, though sometimes she was aware of thoughts invading her own. She never told Zabuto about them, but secretly Kendra believed that the voice in her head was that of her twin brother, Kaleb.
...TO BE CONTINUED SOON...
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