Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2018 17:22:53 GMT -8
Kendra Young couldn't describe to you what exactly had happened; but it was best thought of as a near-death experience she'd had when that sorceress, Drusilla, had cut her throat, yet somehow she'd survived.
What the black dame couldn't bear was the reality that while she herself was effectively a modern-day girl knight, as well as a teen warrior-woman; she was so terrified of that witch that she'd been unable to get back to doing her job as a vampire slayer, instead she'd stayed hunkered down and generally avoided conflict.
It was the third night in a row that this teen woman had been awoken by a frightful nightmare- she was used to dreaming about other girls fighting their last fight, this was different: it was herself, but seen by an outside perspective, that and the reality that she, while still very fit and athletic, which only intensified her humiliation for some unknown reason to the dark-skinned woman... she hadn't won the fight- in fact, it was a miracle that she'd survived at all!
She got up from her bed, removing the covers as she threw her legs over the side, her pajamas covering her perfectly; something she was proud of, though, was the fact that her pjs covered her modestly- it didn't befit a warrior-woman to look like a slut, she knew that personally, and was frankly happier modestly dressed than lacking in covering of her very fit body!
Silently walking to the bathroom sink to get herself some water, the black teen woman smiled inwardly at her ability to move silently- she liked the fact that, anatomically so, she was a natural predator, especially towards the undead, and she was very happy with her work in keeping her body physically very fit and muscular, though she reflected on her previous friendships with the self-named "Scooby Gang", in particular a Mr. Xander Harris, whom she had discovered went by a nickname for his real name: Alexander Harris... his personality was funny, he regularly made her laugh and seemed "cute", and she thought he was quite attractive, physically so.
She remembered him with a loving smile as she tried to shake off the trauma of being bested in a fight- half of her wanted to go off and beat up Drusilla to reclaim her ego, the rest of her didn't want to face that sorceress ever again, so she was torn inside.
Looking in the mirror, Kendra saw her hair had a bit of a pressed appearance, and somewhat resembled a cat's nest, but she knew it could be dealt with in the morning as she got dressed; right now she meant to calm herself from her deep emotional trauma that *witch* had inflicted upon her! Some time later, after attending to her bodily needs and guzzling two full glasses of water- large ones- as well as splashing water on her face, her nightmares began to fade. It was then that it hit the dark skinned beauty to check the time, for she feared she'd not get to sleep; her watcher thought she was dead, and right now she wasn't emotionally strong enough to face him and disabuse him of his erronious belief.
In truth, she had died, but it hadn't taken, and someone far bigger and stronger than death itself had restored her soul to her body, thereby restoring her to life; she knew this'd postponed her final judgement though, as she could still be hurt and/or killed, so this restoring of her life was temporary- it wasn't any "resurrection", like the one promised in the Good Book she knew, but more like what'd happened to Lazarus by his cousin.
Her mind reflected on that as she walked from the kitchen where she'd just made a sandwich and had begun to eat it into the living room, intent on watching the television, perhaps a nature show might soothe her and drive away her nightmares; she really didn't want to unnerve her kindly adoptive folks, as they'd been kind to her, not even knowing her background.
In her mind, scenes of a Christian Cathedral remained from her dream, and she wondered if this'd be from her prophetic gifts- she, as a Christian woman herself, liked the idea of this being from her Creator, not from any liar and murderer.
In another room on the upstairs section of the house, Rupert Giles was astonished to be waking up to the television on, and looking at the clock on the bedstand, he saw it was 1:20 am... "What's my new adopted daughter into now?" he thought to himself as he got his glasses on to see right as he heard a nature documentary playing at this hour., thinking about how he'd adopted Kendra, though they agreed it'd be better if she kept her original name and stayed hidden- he didn't want to drive her out into danger until she was ready, but he feared that she was in need of facing her terror to master it. Physically she'd recovered, but emotionally she was still damaged, and he liked his role as her stepfather in this situation., he was far from a pervert, and was happy to instruct her at home for her own safety. He felt it was better to hide her too right now, but wondered how long it'd be necessary. Inwardly he was impressed by her stealth, the first clue she'd gotten up was the sound of the television being on!
That's the opening scene, setting is about the time between Seasons 2 and 3, and I'm taking on the character of Kendra Young, but I had to give a bit more to do it... I hope you folks will forgive me if I goof up; this's the first time I've done this kind of activity.
What the black dame couldn't bear was the reality that while she herself was effectively a modern-day girl knight, as well as a teen warrior-woman; she was so terrified of that witch that she'd been unable to get back to doing her job as a vampire slayer, instead she'd stayed hunkered down and generally avoided conflict.
It was the third night in a row that this teen woman had been awoken by a frightful nightmare- she was used to dreaming about other girls fighting their last fight, this was different: it was herself, but seen by an outside perspective, that and the reality that she, while still very fit and athletic, which only intensified her humiliation for some unknown reason to the dark-skinned woman... she hadn't won the fight- in fact, it was a miracle that she'd survived at all!
She got up from her bed, removing the covers as she threw her legs over the side, her pajamas covering her perfectly; something she was proud of, though, was the fact that her pjs covered her modestly- it didn't befit a warrior-woman to look like a slut, she knew that personally, and was frankly happier modestly dressed than lacking in covering of her very fit body!
Silently walking to the bathroom sink to get herself some water, the black teen woman smiled inwardly at her ability to move silently- she liked the fact that, anatomically so, she was a natural predator, especially towards the undead, and she was very happy with her work in keeping her body physically very fit and muscular, though she reflected on her previous friendships with the self-named "Scooby Gang", in particular a Mr. Xander Harris, whom she had discovered went by a nickname for his real name: Alexander Harris... his personality was funny, he regularly made her laugh and seemed "cute", and she thought he was quite attractive, physically so.
She remembered him with a loving smile as she tried to shake off the trauma of being bested in a fight- half of her wanted to go off and beat up Drusilla to reclaim her ego, the rest of her didn't want to face that sorceress ever again, so she was torn inside.
Looking in the mirror, Kendra saw her hair had a bit of a pressed appearance, and somewhat resembled a cat's nest, but she knew it could be dealt with in the morning as she got dressed; right now she meant to calm herself from her deep emotional trauma that *witch* had inflicted upon her! Some time later, after attending to her bodily needs and guzzling two full glasses of water- large ones- as well as splashing water on her face, her nightmares began to fade. It was then that it hit the dark skinned beauty to check the time, for she feared she'd not get to sleep; her watcher thought she was dead, and right now she wasn't emotionally strong enough to face him and disabuse him of his erronious belief.
In truth, she had died, but it hadn't taken, and someone far bigger and stronger than death itself had restored her soul to her body, thereby restoring her to life; she knew this'd postponed her final judgement though, as she could still be hurt and/or killed, so this restoring of her life was temporary- it wasn't any "resurrection", like the one promised in the Good Book she knew, but more like what'd happened to Lazarus by his cousin.
Her mind reflected on that as she walked from the kitchen where she'd just made a sandwich and had begun to eat it into the living room, intent on watching the television, perhaps a nature show might soothe her and drive away her nightmares; she really didn't want to unnerve her kindly adoptive folks, as they'd been kind to her, not even knowing her background.
In her mind, scenes of a Christian Cathedral remained from her dream, and she wondered if this'd be from her prophetic gifts- she, as a Christian woman herself, liked the idea of this being from her Creator, not from any liar and murderer.
In another room on the upstairs section of the house, Rupert Giles was astonished to be waking up to the television on, and looking at the clock on the bedstand, he saw it was 1:20 am... "What's my new adopted daughter into now?" he thought to himself as he got his glasses on to see right as he heard a nature documentary playing at this hour., thinking about how he'd adopted Kendra, though they agreed it'd be better if she kept her original name and stayed hidden- he didn't want to drive her out into danger until she was ready, but he feared that she was in need of facing her terror to master it. Physically she'd recovered, but emotionally she was still damaged, and he liked his role as her stepfather in this situation., he was far from a pervert, and was happy to instruct her at home for her own safety. He felt it was better to hide her too right now, but wondered how long it'd be necessary. Inwardly he was impressed by her stealth, the first clue she'd gotten up was the sound of the television being on!
That's the opening scene, setting is about the time between Seasons 2 and 3, and I'm taking on the character of Kendra Young, but I had to give a bit more to do it... I hope you folks will forgive me if I goof up; this's the first time I've done this kind of activity.