Slayers: Book Two

Slayed Once More (1)

"That is totally bogus!" Elle yelled at the screen. She tossed popcorn at the t.v. in her fit of anger and I just chuckled. She glared at me.

"Don't you laugh, Stevie. You know as well as I do that it's totally made up and the dumbest thing ever!" Elle scolded. I raised my hands in surrender.

"I never said it wasn't!" I defended. Elle crossed her arms and continued to glare at the screen, probably trying her damndest to stare a hole into Sarah Michelle Gellar's head. Watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer on the weekends was practically a ritual for us. Especially given the circumstances.

"Stupid Spike. Stupid Buffy. Damn Angel to HELL!" She yelled again, throwing the pillow at the t.v. I laughed under my breath watching her break down. Somtimes Elle got way too into it, and it was the funniest thing ever.

"Chill out, Honey Bear." I said with a smile. I picked the bowl up from the floor where she had carelessly dropped it, allowing buttered popcorn to litter the floor. I pointed down to it with a frown. "You're cleaning that up." I turned away and left the living room and placed the bowl in the sink in the kitchen down the hall.

"DAMN HIM TO HELL, STEVIE! DAMN HIM!" She shouted. I just shook my head with a chuckle as I reached into the industrial sized fridge for a can of Dr. Pepper.

Loud thumps came pounding down the stairs and Ryan stood at the entry way of the kitchen with a confused look on his face. I just shook my head and downed half the can.

"I don't get why you guys watch that every night. Elle just about gives herself a brain hemorage watching it." He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. I just shrugged.

"Well you know, it may be fictional but it at least we don't feel so alone." I finished my soda and dropped it in the waist basket at the end of the counter. I hated my life.

A Slayer. That's what I was, that's what Elle was, and even Ryan along with nine other people. Slayers. We killed just about every creature that threatened the United States. It was a big job for only twelve people, but we managed to keep the monsters down to a minimum. We were all dangerous, and killing machines.

I remember when I was branded three months ago. I was the last Slayer to be re-incarnated. Absently, my thumb rubbed the little golden pentagram on the inside of my left wrist. It had just randomly appeared one day, and it burned. Allan found me a day later, passed out on the side walk from the pain and had poured holy water onto my brand. Forever marking me a Slayer.

Originally, it was black, then about another month later, after a war with a vampire army, my pentagram had turned a startling shade of gold. To say the least, I was incredibly confused.

"That doesn't mean Elle can wake half the household with her shouts." Ryan smiled and shook his head, annoyed. I smiled back and gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

"Hey, you've got to admire her enthusiasm." I said with a shrug, walking out of the kitchen and back into the living room. Ryan went back upstairs and I resumed my place on the couch. The credits were rolling through and Elle was awfully quiet.

I touched her shoulder. "Hey, you okay?" I asked. Elle looked up at me with a sad look in her eye.

"I miss my family, Stevie." She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. Elle went through these episodes every once in a while. She would get home sick and then wallow for days, I understood her pain, I missed my family too. Although she probably didn't murder her own brother, like I did.

Elle never told me, or even saw it coming, Even though she was a Visionary. Visionarys are Slayers with the ability to sense danger and find it, also having the ability to see detailed visions. No matter what the threat. She could see different tradgeties and other things that helped the Clan find the demons. She was the greatest one alive. The only other Visionary was Michael and he wasn't very good at all.

"Don't do this to yourself, Elle." I rubbed her back soothingly and she remained quiet. Elle happened to also be the youngest one of us all. She was only fifteen and the smallest out of the whole house. I could relate when she would express how useless she felt.

"Sometimes I wonder why I was even chosen as a Slayer. I have no physical qualities to atribute to the Clan, and I'm barely even five feet tall.." She huffed an angry sigh and I rolled my eyes.

"Elle, you're the most important part of this Clan. Without you, we can't even do our job!" I was feeling sympathetic and slightly irritated but Elle continued to glare at the t.v. screen, now showing a Lifetime movie.

"Goodnight, Stevie." Elle stood and walked up the stairs to the bedroom she and I shared. I groaned and fell back against the couch, staring blankly at the television. A throat clearing sounded behind me and I turned to look at who it was.

Gaven stood there with his arms crossed.

I didn't know how to explain our relationship. It was a love/hate thing with a lot of arguing and occasionally, some kissing. He was the most idiodic, self involved, jerk I'd ever met. But he was also the nicest jerk I'd ever met. It was definitely confusing, especially when half the time I just couldn't seem to figure him out.

He ran a hand through his midnight black hair and gave me his ever present smirk.

"What's with little Red, running upstairs angrily?" He asked, loping over to the couch and plopping next to me. I shook my head.

"She misses her family. She also went on about how she didn't contribute to this Clan. But she does. With her visions we've faught off so many vampires. We're only a team together." I grumbled. Gaven's fingers stroked the back of my bare neck. My hair was up in a pony tail, leaving it exposed.

 Shivering, I pulled away from him. I couldn't exactly think straight when he was doing that. I blamed my hormones.

"Have you thought about talking to Alan about allowing temporary contact between her and her family? I think she would appreciate that more than anything." He said. I thought about it for a second. That really wasn't a bad idea.

"What do you think I was just doing? I wouldn't let her beat herself up about it just to get a little giggle out of it! I'm surprised you would think so lowly of me." I crossed my arms, my bottom lip jutting out as I regarded him with a hurtful expression.

He shook his head.

"I don't think lowly of you Stevie, but I don't think just talking to her is going to help either. You are going to have to show her." He said with a sigh. I bit my finger nails thoughtfully.

"How am I supposed to show her?" I asked. Gaven just smirked and shook his head.

"That's for you to find out." He gave me a playful grin and stood from the couch. He left the sitting room and I sat there motionlessly.

Show her? How was I supposed to do that?

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A/N Hi guys! Welcom to book TWOOO!! yay! I'm sorry this chapter is short, but my first chapter always is. You know how it goes. How is Stevie going to make Elle see that she is in fact one of the biggest parts of the Clan?

Questions for the Fans: If you could work anywhere, where would you work? What type of computer works best for you? No questions about the characters..

Thanks for reading, Lovelies!

Lotsa Love,

C

P.S. Here's the link to Elle's Story if you're interested. Or just go to my profile. Bye now! http://www.wattpad.com/story/2317032-slayers-elle%27s-story