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Sam Zabuto walked through the Caribbean village of...he couldn�t remember the name...it had been so confusing when he heard it had barely remembered it. He was ashamed admitting it to himself... a Watcher should never forget information. He did, however, remember that it was formerly British territory so many of the natives knew how to speak English.
The villagers walked around him as if they sensed evil. He had sensed it too. It was late...the vampires were on the prowl. They were riddled here. But the Slayer was not posted here. Nor could he stay, he did not live here and his training gym was back in England. He came to a hut and walked in. There was a family sitting with their little girl, they held her in her arms. She couldn�t have been more than four or five. They looked up at him and bowed their heads. He did the same. They trusted him. They knew he wasn�t a vampire. "I was sent here by the council to pick her up at your request." "Yes. Thank you. We knew it was imperative that she be sent to train. She has a destiny to fulfill and it is of the up most importance to us," the father said. The Watcher just nodded. The mother looked at him and said, "Take good care of her." "I will madam. I promise. She will be perfectly fine. Her name?" The mother handed him her daughter who was fast asleep and said, "Her name is Kendra." The Watcher smiled and said, "What a beautiful name. Good bye." The Watcher exited and left, leaving the parents in the hut alone, full with the knowledge that their precious daughter was destined to be the Slayer. And that she would never know them. The mother bit her lip to keep from crying. She had to be strong for her husband. Then the vampire attacked. As long as there have been vampires, there has been the Slayer. One girl in all the world, to find them where they gather and stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer. << Back Next >> |