New Slayer

             I was happy at school. I was just going through the usual routine of school, gymnastics training and competitions.
            There I was minding my own business in the Flixton Girls High School gym, that’s in England by the way. So there I was practicing my tumbling when this weird, skanky homeless guy turns up and says he’s been looking for me. He then goes on to tell me how I should have been taught and prepared. And how he has been searching everywhere for me, to bring me my birthright. Saying that I had been Chosen, how everything depended on me. And I must come now to the graveyard while there was still time. Time to stop the killing, to stop the vampires. He goes on to tell me about all the dreams I’ve been having lately, and how he is a part of my birthright.
            I can’t believe it; I can’t believe I’m in a graveyard with a strange man hunting vampires on a school night. We stand at a fresh grave waiting for him to wake up. It freaked me out; I stood there dumbfounded as it tackled me. After a violent struggle I staked it through the heart and it turned to dust.
            A few days later he turns up again. So I tell it to him straight. I appreciate that there are real vampires and that you’re on this huge sacred mission, but obviously somebody made a huge mistake, because I’m not the One. And I don’t think I’m up to it. And neither do you. At this point he pulls out a small one-handed crossbow and fires it at me. The world slows and I can see the bolt traveling toward me, so I pluck it out of the air, much to his enjoyment.
            My parents make me come to Sunnydale, California; my Dad has this important new job that means we all have to leave the country and go to America.
            My Dad the big loser, goes out one night and never returns. My Mother figures he’s run off with his secretary or something, leaving my Mother and me alone with each other.