A Slayer's Tale

[Spike My Darlin]

Note: This is not your usual Slayer tale. Some themes aren't suitable for those under 18 or whatever age it is in your area. This is also my theory as to why some girls are Slayers and others are not.

A Slayer's Tale​

A woman enters a classroom and the door shuts behind her, on the tinted glass it reads History of the Slayers. This woman stands aside as an old teacher introduces her. With the introduction done she takes her position by the podium. "Thank you Dawn, that was a beautiful introduction." She steps in front of the podium. "I don't like podiums. Makes what I have to say see like a lecture, this is my history, a sordid tale of "˜love' (she said with air quotes), money, and violence." She clears her throat. "My tale began long before I was born. There was once a time when there was only one Slayer at a time and countless others who would one day may be called to replace her. Always female, no one just knows why. Buffy Summers the Slayer that changed everything. She had friends, she had a family, and no Slayer before ever was able to maintain them. She lived longer than any other Slayer before her. She dated Vampires; she fell in love with them. She changed the rules forever with the help of a witch, a friend, and a comrade in arms against all that goes bump in the night. She had her friend cast a spell on a mystical weapon, the very same weapon that you see when you fist enter the building. This turned every living potential Slayer and every potential Slayer to come into Slayers without the requirement of the death of another Slayer. I like every one of you was blessed and cursed with that gift. I was born in Florida; it was a cold rainy day in the year 2017. My parents both orphans with no aunts, uncles, grandparents, or any other kind of relative named me after the Slayer who saved my mother two months earlier from a vamp, her name was Fran, my full name was Fran Michael Roberts. I know what you are thinking, "˜Michael?' That is a two-fold answer, my middle name was chosen because that was the doctor's name was and because I unlike any other Slayer was born a boy who would come to realize he should have had been born a girl. I lived with my parents until I was six. I was put into foster care and my emotions, desires, confusion about who and what I was were turned on me and I was raped by my foster father. Just like all Slayers who don't manifest their abilities until they begin puberty I was raped every time my foster mother didn't feel like doing it, which was often. I always tried to fight him off, and always failed until I turned thirteen, by accident I learned about my new powers and I killed him. My foster mother was furious with me and she kicked me out. I lived on the streets alone wishing for the sweet release of death to take me away from this mortal coil. That was not to be though and I came to know a man whose street name was Stab, because he was stabbed fifty times and lived. He offered me a place to stay and "˜medicine' (again said with air quotes) it turned out to be crack. He got me addicted and when he would not just give it to me anymore he revealed just how he was able to make money without working, he was a pimp. I was so desperate for more "˜medicine' I did whatever he asked me to do." She takes a sip of water and regains her composure.​

"He offered me a job as a whore, I was young, naà¯ve, and stupid, I accepted not knowing what a whore was, when I found out I didn't care because I was getting more crack. He made me dress just like the others I would come to call family, after a month he made start taking illegally imported female hormones from Mexico. I took them because I was told to because he would withhold some of the crack he would give me for being his whore. Years went by and I was arrested several times and I always went back no matter what my counselor would say. Then when I turned twenty I was out on doing business when a rival came in and tore the place up with bullets killing everyone, I was the only one not there. When I got back I broke down, I got revenge, I used all my Slayer powers to find the rival and kill him in front of his crew. That crew became my crew because they worked under the motto "˜You keep what you kill.' I relished the power I had from the crew and as a Slayer. We killed the leaders of the rival gangs and incorporated the gang into my gang. But it was never enough, there was always something missing I would wake up every morning crying no matter what I did. I went on drugs for depression. Then one day I walked by an alley and a vampire was attacking a young woman. I started to walk away because it was not my problem, but I turned back and I dusted him. The following morning I didn't wake up crying, it hit me like a freight train I knew why I was always wanting something, anything, it was my deep down desire to help people. I went to the authorities and turned myself in and told them who I was and what I controlled. They arrested me right away, I was glad; I would be paying for my crimes. The attorney general offered me a deal in exchange for telling them everything I knew. I turned it down, not because I did not want them to know, I gave it to them for free. She honored the deal anyway; I was pardoned for the crimes I did myself and the crimes I ordered to be done all over the United States. I moved to Chicago where I started my life over." She takes a sip of water.​

"In Chicago I started from scratch living in a home for the homeless, they helped me get my GED and to get a job at a pizzeria. Time went on I saw a psychiatrist who helped me deal with my issues. I told her about my past and how I felt about my body before and after the hormone abuse. She made me go see a doctor, cause there are serious side effects to abusing hormones like I did. My liver was shot and I was put on medicine to help me live longer until I could get a new one. While I waited for a new liver, I began to prowl the streets at night when I was not working, I knew I had to help people and I did. Vampires, werewolves, and all those others things became my penance. Then one day a particular nasty came along, and broke my arm, but that didn't stop me until it stabbed it poisoned me, by then a Slayer named Kennedy came to town to stop this thing unaware there was another already here. She stopped it and asked me why I fought and how I was able to do it. I was reluctant to tell her but I eventually told her, more than I really felt comfortable telling but for some reason I felt comfortable talking to her. She left the room and dialed a cell phone, it was days later when a group of people came drugged me and whisked me off to London. I was bound to the bed and they started probing and running tests. When I was well enough they tested me against other Slayers. I was not able to beat them in a fight because they were trained to fight I was like a wild animal. I proved that I was what they thought I was, a Slayer. When everything was explained to me, the headmaster offered to train me and give me a dorm room with a roommate. I had to turn it down because no one there had seen me down there and I told no one. I turned her down even though I desperately wanted and needed it. She would not let the matter drop, she wanted me to explain myself cause she saw the pain in my eyes when I turned the offer down. I meekly squeaked out that I was not a girl. She demanded that I speak up and I did crying my eyes out. She came around her desk and held me telling me that I was because only girls were Slayers. I asked her to close her eyes and I uncovered my secret that only one other living sole knew about. I would never be ready to show her but I did anyway. You can all imagine the look on her face. She backed away in shock, which I wrongly interpreted as revulsion. I covered myself and bolted from her office. When I got outside I just ran into the forest and kept running day turned to night then to day again before I collapsed from exhaustion. They sent out a search party for me. While another group did research. I was abnormality that could not be figured out. That is when they discovered the gene that all Slayers have." The class gasped. "Yes I am that Francine. It was because of me they were able to determine who would be Slayers before their powers manifested. They got me my new liver and with some magical help I became free of the diseases that I got on the streets and from needles. They offered to help me become just like all the other girls but I refused because that would mean I cheated where others like me had to do it the hard way." She finished off the small glass of water and Dawn refilled it.​

"I went back to Chicago after my training here, I went to college with the help of the Council. I graduated top of my class and I started my own psychiatric practice. I still fought the creatures that terrorized the streets at night. On several occasions calling the Council for assistance on those particular nasty buggers and the apocalypse every now and then. When it became too much to fight the normal every day night terrors I retired from the slaying and I moved ack London, home, and that is how I became to be the counselor here and a Watcher."​