A Slayer's Daughter

3

The screams were muffled slightly, and I couldn't tell if they were of pain or pleasure. All I knew was that they were coming from ahead of the house. Taking a deep breath, I got closer to the house, approaching silently and carefully. I suddenly got sight of who was screaming and regretting my choice right there and then. Amanda was almost topless, and with a very sultry look at a half-naked Christopher, I didn't stay to see what happened next. They were having s*x right in the middle of some yard, and I was not going to be their audience. I shivered in disgust, as I made my way back the way I hopefully came. As I walked, I hugged myself, thinking of being touched by a guy always brought this feeling on, a feeling of filthiness. A shiver ran up my back, and goosebumps erupted all over my body. Magic.

Suddenly, screams sounded. This time they were of pain and fear. Heading in the direction they came, I ran until the screams were just a few steps ahead of me. I peeked through some bushes, and saw a man with a knife and a woman lying on the ground. She was bleeding.

"Your power is mine!" the man said in a hushed, harsh tone. Before he made the final blow, I rammed into his back, knocking him off his feet, and the knife away.

"What the hell?!" he quickly got to his feet and ran off. I turned to look at the woman. She was lying still.

"Hey, look at me, you'll be okay." I said to her. The look she gave me, as if she was looking into my soul, gave me a sad smile.

"Thank you little sister." her voice was shaky, and tears ran down her face. Then she went completely still, her eyes still looking at me.

She was gone. Carefully, I laid her down, and closed her eyes, even when I had no idea who this woman was, I cried for her loss. I looked and found her phone. I quickly dialed 911 and they answered. I gave them the location, and the description of the woman, before the operator asked anymore, I put the phone next to the woman and left.

The next morning, I woke when I heard a knock downstairs. I heard Lillian open the door, and, without thinking, I ran downstairs.

"Dear God,and why do you think she had something to do with it?" asked Lillian, but Chris was already looking at me. Lillian then turned around to look behind her, with a look of worry.

"Alessandra, would you answer a few questions?"

"You really think..."

"It's okay Lillian, yeah, I can." At that, Chris looked back at Lillian, who nodded and let him in.

I led the way into the living room, and took a seat. Chris took the one across from me and Lillian sat next to me.

"Would it be okay if I could talk to her alone. She isn't a minor after all?"

"No, I want..."

"I'll explain everything later. I'll be fine."

I reassured her but she looked angrily at Chris. Got up and went into the kitchen. Chris gave me that damn side grin, as if glad or something. He pulled out some pictures and put them on the coffee table. He wanted to see my reaction. After he had placed the photos, so I could see them all, he turned his attention back to me.

"What?" I finally asked.

"Who is she?"

"How should I know?"

"You called for help, but left. Why?"

"Because of this!" I said, glaring at him, now mad," from the moment I got here, you've been trying to pin something on me, what the hell did I do to you for you to be after me like this?!"

"You seem to be in the wrong place at the right time."

"Oh, is that what you call it? I went for a run, got turned around, and heard her screaming."

Chris gave me a look that made me want to squirm. I wasn't going to admit I had walked in on him and his girlfriend. So I kept my cool and looked right at him. He looked away with a big sigh.

"Did you get a good look at the guy?"

"No, his back was to me the whole time, and when he looked around at me, all I saw was shadows."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."I replied flatly. Again his eyes pierced me as if he knew I was hiding something, but again he didn't say anything. He picked up the pictures and got to his feet.

"If you do remember anything, let me know."

"Sure, but don't hold your breath." I said, but regretted it quickly. He laughed and shook his head.

"Bye, Alessandra."

"Bye." I said, not looking at him, as he walked out of the house, I released the breath I had been holding.

"Okay what the hell is going on, what did you do?"

Lillian came back in, and took a seat next to me. I explained about the woman, and how I had scared the guy away.

"She died anyway, then I called 911 and left."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry you had to see that."

"She's not my first dead person. I've seen worse with the hunts Dad sent me on..."

"Alex."

"It's fine, Lillian, I'm tough."

She kissed my forehead and gave me a hug, something not even my own mother had been allowed to do with any of us kids. Father didn't want us weak, he wanted cold, heartless worriers. My brothers were more or less that way, but unlike my father,Armando, the oldest of the four, would always teach me, with patience and, in his own way, love. He had been the father I never had.

"Lillian, this murderer, how many has he killed exactly or better yet, what has he been killing?"

"Alex.."

"Lillian, I need to know, please?"

"Witches, four to be exact, with the one last night."

"Four?"

I sat there and thought about things for a bit. For a witch, eight would be the magic number, but to this individual what could all the kills really mean and who knows how many more he planned on?

"Alex, so you've been here for two days, what do you think? Are you going to stay?"

I looked at Lillian, she must feel really lonely if she was asking me to stay.

"Um, Lillian, what's up with you and John?"

"What about John?"

I fluttered my lashes at her, and she went bright red in the face.

"Okay, I'll make you a deal, I'll stay and help out with the bakery, if you start trying to get out more, it's been some time, and you deserve a good...person."

"But..what about you?"

"I'm twenty years old, I can find my own friends!"

In all honesty, I didn't have the slightest clue about how to make friends, just enemies, but I could try and lie low, right?

"Fine, but please no more getting into trouble."

"Okay, deal."

She gave me a tight hug, but I was cringing inside. How in the hell was I going to keep that promise? Starting that morning, Lillian gave me a tour of the bakery, and I was for once glad of my past jobs. Everything came rushing back. I have worked in restaurants and cafes enough to know what to do, here. There were a few new things, but with practice I would be fine.

She introduced me to the crew. It was a team of five people. All young looking, but in truth who knew how old they really were? Once using my power, I could see that at least three were using glamour to hide. Two demons and One...fairy. I didn't ask, as long as they all worked well, I was fine.

The first week, I saw just how well they worked and that was awesome. The Elf actually taught me how to decorate cakes and cupcakes. Lillian was even teaching me how to make cakes. It was colorful and fun, but it wasn't what I wanted to do. Unfortunately, for Lillian, I actually liked the investor side of being a Slayer, in my case though I had the chance to find that monster and kill them, and the world wouldn't cry a tear over who killed it, just that it was gone. I had liked that about the job, but with my father I had to be a cold-hearted killer. That's not what I was or wanted to be. The more I looked into the killings, I found the women's names in the papers. I started to ask around carefully, and found that indeed these women were all witches, all of different levels of power.

I knew that the only reason someone would kill a witch was to take her power. The catch was you killed one and if she had a coven, as a whole, they would make you pay dearly. As far as I could tell, all women were sole practitioners. If only I could see their homes, but that was out of the question.

So, like everyone else, I was just getting news from gossip and whispers. On the other hand, while at work, I got the chance to really get grossed out. Chris and Amanda were regulars and they really needed to get a room, they would have full-on make-out sessions in the middle of the rush. Lillian, would go over and shoo them out, but Amanda was always looking at me, as if I needed to have it clear who she was. I would just roll my eyes, and get back to work. Lillian was trying to shy away from the promise she had made me. John had come in a few times in the past two weeks, and would hint to Lillian about going out, but either Lillian really was that dim, or she really sucked at hints. I cringed at her, lack of knowing what was going on. Poor John just walked out looking defeated.

"For an Alpha, he's pretty tame." I commented one evening.

"He can be, but when it comes to his wolves he's scary."

"Have you met a lot of them?"

"Not really, they come in from time to time, but that's mostly to get their big orders of bread."

I thought about who she could mean, then I remembered a bunch of young looking guys a week ago. They were really touchy, they liked my curls and played and sniffed them. One even asked me out. I said no, thankfully John soon came out, and the playfulness stopped.

"Lillian, the poor guy, has been trying to ask you out and you keep...I don't know playing dumb or..."

"Hey!"

"I mean even you can't be that thick, are you?"

She sighed and put the papers she had in her hands, down and turned to look at me.

"I know I don't talk about the past a lot but...I guess it's about time you got an idea...When I first met your uncle, even when he was taught to be this asshole of a man, I saw how your grandfather treated your grandma, it was awful. Mateo wasn't like that. He taught me to be strong, independent. When I lost him, I was scared of what I could and couldn't do. Now that I have somewhat an idea, I'm not in any hurry to give up that clarity, not yet."

"Lillian, I don't mean, get married to the first guy that walks in, but go out enjoy yourself. If you decide to jump into the sack with someone on the first date, that's your choice, and if not, then no one can force you to."

"Yes, hon, I get that but..."

"You need a partner, not just a husband or a man, someone that will love you for you, Lillian, that will support your dreams and hopes."

"You think that's John?"

"Well, you'll never know if you don't give him the chance."

With that, she gave me a hug and grabbed her phone, and called John and asked him out.