I sat down in my couch, and Spike grabbed a chair from my small kitchen nook, turned it around and sat down.
“So you accept you’re the Slayer?”
“I accept that there’s vampires. How’s that for a start?”
“It’s a start.”
“Tell me more about this Slayer thing.”
“All through time, there has been evil things on Earth.”
“Politicians,” I said and nodded.
“Well, yeah,” Spike said and frowned. “But this is a different kind of evil. Demons. Vampires. Huge snakes. To fight those evil powers, there’s the Slayer. One girl in every generation is chosen to fight evil. At least it was just one girl, until an apocalypse a while back. With a little help from her friends, the Slayer changed all potentials around the world to real Slayers. Saved the world, they did.”
“Potentials?”
“A potential is a girl who might become Slayer, when the current Slayer dies. There’s always quite a lot of those around. You were a potential before you became the Slayer. Anyway, for a while, there were hundreds of Slayers around. But you know, time passes, and eventually, they grew old and died, and we were back to the whole ‘one girl in the whole world’ thing. It’s better, if you ask me.”
“Why?”
“Keeps things in check. Evil was overflowing with that many Slayers. There has to be a balance.”
“So, basically; hundreds and thousands of evil things, and one Slayer?”
“Yeah,” Spike said, not changing his expression one bit. I laughed.
“One Slayer keeps things in order? One? Do you expect me to believe that?”
“You better, because you are the one. And you have the Council to help you. Or at least trying to, sometimes. The Watchers are pretty good, too.”
“So, if I am the Slayer, when am I going to get my Watcher?”
Spike frowned, looking a bit puzzled.
“You should have one, already. Should have shown up the same day, or maybe the day after you were activated.”
“Activated?”
”Yeah, when the last Slayer died. They really should be here by now. Maybe I should call and remind them of their duties.”
He talked a bit more, but I wasn’t really paying attention anymore. It was late, I was tired, and all of this didn’t really make any sense. Fine, I was the Slayer. I killed vampires. I also had to sleep, and look after Madison and Matt, and not flunk maths.
I slept uneasy. There were vampires everywhere, and it didn’t matter how many I dusted. More just kept on coming. I barred myself in an old factory, desperately searching for another exit, as the one I came in through was on its way to being slammed in by the vampires.
“Hey, Lee, up here!” I heard, and when I looked up, Spike was standing on one of the beams up by the ceiling. He bent down, reaching out a hand for me, and I took it, getting up next to him. He took a hold of my arms, steadying me.
“They are everywhere,” I said to him. “How are we going to get out?”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that, pet,” he said with a smile. Then he changed. Even before I had time to react, he pulled me to him, burying his fangs in my neck.
I woke up screaming, my hands pressed to my neck. I had to get up and take a look in the mirror, before I accepted that it had all been a dream. It had felt so real. The sun was shining in through my blinds, and I could hear the kids playing outside in the garden. I made my way back to bed. Sleeping was a good thing.
When I woke up in the afternoon, I didn’t feel rested. I had been dreaming, more dreams about vampires, and about a strange, blue… thing that seemed to be the leader of all the vampires. After darkness had fallen, I went outside. Through the windows to the house, I could see Pam, Mark and the kids having dinner. From there, I could pretend that they were a happy family. That Pam didn’t have late “staff meetings” with her editor, or that Mark didn’t have a thing for younger girls, or that the kids didn’t spend most of their time with me. They looked happy, even thought I knew that they weren’t. I shrugged, and walked away. If I was the Slayer, my job would pretty much was to slay vampires, right? The best place I could think of to slay vampires, was the cemetery.
It wasn’t until I was actually standing there, on the cemetery, face to face with a vampire, that it occurred to me how utterly stupid I was. The vampire was circling, watching me, and I kept an eye on it, ready for it to attack. At the same time, I kept my other eye open for anything made of wood. Once again, I had left home without something that even resembled a stake.
”Do you think we could do this some other time?” I asked the vampire. “How ‘bout tomorrow at noon?”
“This is a prefect time,” the vampire growled. “Me, and a snack.”
“And a stake through your heart,” I heard Spikes’ voice as a stake went through the vampires heart, turning it into dust. “Seriously, Slayer, are you mentally challenged? Out here, without a stake, again!”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t have one at home. Where’d you get yours? The Slayers On Line Store?”
Spike pulled out four stakes from his pockets, and threw them to me.
“Here. Much better to patrol with actual possibilities of slaying.”
“Thanks,” I said, trying to fit the stakes into my pockets. Spike must have had magic pockets, because he pulled another stake out from his leather jacket.
“So, how’s your day been?”
“Fine,” I said, walking next to him through the cemetery, one of the stakes ready in my hand. “I slept through it. Had a couple of strange dreams, though.”
“Yeah? What about?” he asked.
“Vampires, of course. This is a bit of a surprise to me, you know, so it isn’t that strange that I dream about it, too.”
“Not at all. ‘S just that Slayers have this thing for dreaming things that are, well, true.”
I looked at him. He seemed serious.
“So if I dreamt about vampires being led by a strange, blue creature, it might be true?”
“Sure. What did this blue thing look like?”
“Big. Slime all over it. Four arms, and claws.”
”Sounds like a demon to me. You didn’t happen to know where they were?”
I shook my head.
“Somewhere under ground, I think. Don’t know where.”
At that, a hand busted out of the ground next to me. Spike quickly moved around to the other side of the fresh grave, and as the vampire got out of the ground, he staked it through the heart. It was all over so fast, that I almost didn’t have time to react. So, I dreamt dreams that were true? There was no way anything human could move so fast. I attacked, pushing Spike to the ground, pressing the stake to his chest, right over his heart.
“Hey, Slayer, what are you doing? Get off!”
I stayed where I was, pushing the stake a bit harder when he tried to get out.
“See, I had another dream, too. A dream where you’re a vampire. I’m starting to believe it.”
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