Post by Maya on Jul 9, 2010 13:34:20 GMT -5
"He took advantage of the appalling situation you were in." I snapped angrily. "Just like the council tried to do to me... wierd that it was actually a demon attack that saved me from that, huh?" I realised that I had unconsciously started on my turn. I smiled nervously. "So... I guess you know all that stuff as well as I do... I mean, I dont even remember it. My first memories... other than those you already know about..." I smiled brighter as my old 'dream' replayed in my mind, "Most of my youngest memories are with my second family. We lived in London, but my Dad was a diplomat and travelled around alot... we spent chunks of time in all sorts of places, and sometimes we would stay home and he would be gone for a long time and my mum would get sad...." I wasn't looking at him. I hadn't spoken, or really thought, about all this in a very long time. "I had an older brother and a younger sister. I went to school, and actually I kinda thrived at school... I was always a bit.... different... but somehow it made people think I was cool." I chuckled, "I had a big group of friends, but I was always a bit of an ice queen with guys... I dunno... I think I had trouble even then really trusting people... I didn't like to let my guard down too much I guess... anyway... then my dad announced that we were coming to america, which I of course thought was awesome, until I realised it was for good. I kicked off, gave them hell, like it was the end of the world. God, I didn't speak civilly to them for months..." I sighed, "If only I had known. It was round then that my interest in magic went from reading book of wicca to actually casting spells and realising that it was all real. I got pretty cocky pretty fast. It was also round then that I met Ben... he was one of the few who ignored my asshole ways when I arrived there, and after a while we began seeing eachother." I knew that Doc probably wasn't interested in all this inane crap, but I needed him to understand that I had been happy. For a long time I really was content. Without that, everything else lost a bit of its power.
"So then one day, a vampire, the head of a demon gang, approached me. I was too young and stupid to realise just how dangerous they were, but not young and dumb enough to say yes when they asked a magical favour. I walked away, and assumed that would be the end of it. One day I came home to find my parents and my sister dead. Murdered in our living room. There was blood everywhere, and it had been used to write a message on the wall, warning me not to further upset the gang." I was staring straight ahead now, my eyes seeing that long buried scene rather than the shop. "I collapsed, knowing it was all my fault, my doing. I couldn't even bring myself to search for my brothers body... I dont know how long I lay there on the floor, covered in their blood as it covered everything. Then the doorbell rang, and amazingly I crawled up off the floor went and answered it... I think I thought it was the police, though I hadn't called them. But it was my brother. He was standing there looking sad. I hugged him, so glad to see him alive, and told him to come in and tell me what to do. He replied that I shouldn't scream because it wouldn't hurt much and soon I would be carelfree and immortal, just like him. I dont know how I fought him off. I dont know what I used... but I staked him. I drove it right into his heart, and watched him turn to dust. And when that happened, the scared little girl was replaced with a being of pure fury. I left the house as I was, drenched in blood, and somehow made my way to their hideout.... there were dozens of demons in there, of all different types... and..." I faultered for the first time, because the truth was that this terrified me, "And I killed them all." I managed. "I killed every single one of them, and I dont even know how. I was in a sort of daze, and they just kept coming, and I wiped them out. But Orestes, the leader... he wasn't there. I searched for him, but I never found him. Then I wandered back home, and collapsed again. I woke up days later in the hospital." I paused, not feeling up to describing the state I was in at that stage. I had been pretty much catatonic for months. All I did was train myself to fight, study spells, and search for Orestes.
"So then I was a mess for a while" I summarised, "But Ben stuck with me. I was grateful, although I knew there was no way I was ever going to be fully functional ever again.... And then," Another sigh, "The bringers showed up, along with the dreams. As though my nightmares weren't bad enough already. I kept just about getting away, and then one time, Ben was with me. He tried to help, tried to save me... and one of them got him. I saw his eyes go flat, saw the actually moment of death, something I had at least been spared with my family... and I freaked. I ran. I fled and just kept going. Even after I was sure they were gone I kept hiding, kept moving. I killed anything supernatural that crossed my path, and... " I looked sideways at Doc, nervously, "A few not so supernatural people too... I trusted noone, and anyone that crossed the line knew about it. As far as I could see, it was me against the world, and it was during that whole period that I became a slayer.
That all went on for a couple of years, until Faith found me. You have probably heard of her...? Faith Lehane? She is one of the original slayers. She and this ex watcher Rupert Giles had taken it upon themselves to find 'troubled' slayers and set them back on the right path or whatever. They helped me alot, explained things properly, cleared my head some... but I didn't stay long. As you know I still have trust issues." I smiled wryly. "So I kept moving about again, earning a bit of money in not the most honest of ways, but I figure screwing over bad guys doesnt really count, right?" I smirked, "And I landed here. The rest you pretty much know." I finished abruptly.
((Im off on holiday with the parents for a couple of weeks, so wont be on!! ))
"So then one day, a vampire, the head of a demon gang, approached me. I was too young and stupid to realise just how dangerous they were, but not young and dumb enough to say yes when they asked a magical favour. I walked away, and assumed that would be the end of it. One day I came home to find my parents and my sister dead. Murdered in our living room. There was blood everywhere, and it had been used to write a message on the wall, warning me not to further upset the gang." I was staring straight ahead now, my eyes seeing that long buried scene rather than the shop. "I collapsed, knowing it was all my fault, my doing. I couldn't even bring myself to search for my brothers body... I dont know how long I lay there on the floor, covered in their blood as it covered everything. Then the doorbell rang, and amazingly I crawled up off the floor went and answered it... I think I thought it was the police, though I hadn't called them. But it was my brother. He was standing there looking sad. I hugged him, so glad to see him alive, and told him to come in and tell me what to do. He replied that I shouldn't scream because it wouldn't hurt much and soon I would be carelfree and immortal, just like him. I dont know how I fought him off. I dont know what I used... but I staked him. I drove it right into his heart, and watched him turn to dust. And when that happened, the scared little girl was replaced with a being of pure fury. I left the house as I was, drenched in blood, and somehow made my way to their hideout.... there were dozens of demons in there, of all different types... and..." I faultered for the first time, because the truth was that this terrified me, "And I killed them all." I managed. "I killed every single one of them, and I dont even know how. I was in a sort of daze, and they just kept coming, and I wiped them out. But Orestes, the leader... he wasn't there. I searched for him, but I never found him. Then I wandered back home, and collapsed again. I woke up days later in the hospital." I paused, not feeling up to describing the state I was in at that stage. I had been pretty much catatonic for months. All I did was train myself to fight, study spells, and search for Orestes.
"So then I was a mess for a while" I summarised, "But Ben stuck with me. I was grateful, although I knew there was no way I was ever going to be fully functional ever again.... And then," Another sigh, "The bringers showed up, along with the dreams. As though my nightmares weren't bad enough already. I kept just about getting away, and then one time, Ben was with me. He tried to help, tried to save me... and one of them got him. I saw his eyes go flat, saw the actually moment of death, something I had at least been spared with my family... and I freaked. I ran. I fled and just kept going. Even after I was sure they were gone I kept hiding, kept moving. I killed anything supernatural that crossed my path, and... " I looked sideways at Doc, nervously, "A few not so supernatural people too... I trusted noone, and anyone that crossed the line knew about it. As far as I could see, it was me against the world, and it was during that whole period that I became a slayer.
That all went on for a couple of years, until Faith found me. You have probably heard of her...? Faith Lehane? She is one of the original slayers. She and this ex watcher Rupert Giles had taken it upon themselves to find 'troubled' slayers and set them back on the right path or whatever. They helped me alot, explained things properly, cleared my head some... but I didn't stay long. As you know I still have trust issues." I smiled wryly. "So I kept moving about again, earning a bit of money in not the most honest of ways, but I figure screwing over bad guys doesnt really count, right?" I smirked, "And I landed here. The rest you pretty much know." I finished abruptly.
((Im off on holiday with the parents for a couple of weeks, so wont be on!! ))
