The Forgotten Slayer

CHAPTER 1: Origins.

Chicago, Illinois September 12, 1989:

A young girl in a life and death battle with her most mortal enemy. A vampire by the name of Phelan. She punches Phelan in the face as hard as her slayer strength will allow. He laughs as he wipes the blood from his mouth; he looks down at his hand then licks the blood from it while looking at her. She returns his gaze with a look of disgust.

"Your blood is going to be a lot tastier, Slayer." He shoots back at her.

"Well, if I'm lucky you'll choke on me!" She smiles at him.

He charges her with a scream; she dodges his first blow with a kick to the back of his knee. "Ahhh, you bitch!" He exclaims in pain.

"You shouldn't talk about your mother like that." She kicks him in the face and you hear a loud crack as it sends his body to the ground with a thud. She pulls a stake out of her jean jacket and raises it above his back ready to strike. "This ends tonight." She yells while thrusting her arms down toward his heart.

Phelan kicks out with his leg and hits her in the hip sending her air born into a park bench; causing her to see black in front of her eyes. In that moment Phelan is on top of her pinning her to the ground.

"I ate my mother....she never liked me anyway." He bends down toward her neck to drain her of blood when "As much as I love this trip down memory lane, I don't plan on being a meal tonight!" She uses a Judo move she learned from her Watcher to flip them over reversing the position they were in. She grabs a sharp piece of wood from the broken park bench and once again raises it above her head ready to kill him!

A dog barking makes her lose her concentration long enough for Phelan to make his move; he twists her arm behind her back and sinks his teeth into her neck. "Derek, I'm sorry." are her last words as her life slips away.