Summary: Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer
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This is my contribution to the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer (@cssns) and will update every Friday. As the prologue was so short, I thought I’d give you chapter 1 today.
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Artwork credit for this piece goes to my fellow Angel fan, @hollyethecurious
The young woman moaned a little in her sleep as she rolled over once more, tangling the sheets around her legs.
There was a moment of peace in the room, before she rolled back the other way and let out a soft cry of, “No! Please don’t.”
Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead as she twisted back again. The sheets were tangling up further around her legs, binding them together tightly.
Finally, with a louder cry of, “Please no,” on her lips, she bolted awake.
As she waited for her heartrate to calm down once more, she reached over to flick on the light in the room.
The girl took a few huge gulps of water from the warm glass beside her bed, as she used the back of her arm to wipe her sweaty forehead.
She felt like she’d just run a marathon. Every inch of her body was screaming in protest, and her mind was still a jumble.
She couldn’t remember what her dream was about.
All she remembered was an urge to fight.
A need to survive.
And one loan word, printed in the darkness.
Vampyr.
Emma groaned loudly as her phone blared from its position on her bedside table, alerting her to the fact that she needed to get up. Even thought she’d crashed before ten the night before, exhausted from helping her father clean and unpack their kitchen, she still felt like she hadn’t slept at all.
The alarm was promptly followed by her father yelling, “Emma. It’s almost time for school,” up the stairs, which had her groaning a little more and burying her head under her pillow.
The first day at a new school was always a daunting experience.
Emma had been fairly popular in her old school, back in Boston. She’d had good friends; a handsome boyfriend that she enjoyed spending time with; and had been doing reasonably well in all of her classes.
But that had all changed the moment her father had been offered a new job, in a small town she’d never even heard of before. And now, Emma was having to pick up and start her life over again. She had no friends in Storybrooke. There would be no handsome boyfriend waiting for her after her classes. And she would be starting in the middle of the school year, already behind on the work her classmates were completing.
It All Starts With a Dance 