New Watcher and Slayer Meet Who: Gabriel and Kayla Where: Random streets! When: Tuesday, February 2nd (Evening)
Kayla was in somewhat of a cranky mood at the moment. Her boss was more of a dick than usual to her today, and nothing, not even the smallest thing went right. She’d slept in, she brought the wrong notes to class, and she was pretty sure she was wearing her shirt backwards, too. She really just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry… assuming the roommate wasn’t home. If she was? Then she’d have to go over to Deanna’s and cry there. If that wasn’t a completely pathetic idea, she might have done it. Instead, she made her way to her dorm, completely lost in her thoughts.
Gabriel was following behind Kayla at a safe distance. What he wanted to do was figure out a way to tell the girl that she was a Slayer and he was supposed to be her watcher. However, he wasn't sure how to do it. While there was a handbook, he had been told by others that it was a worthless piece of drivel. Maybe he should rewrite it?
Still in her own world, Kayla trudged along, a stack of books in one arm. Music. Sometimes music helped put her in a good mood. …On the path ahead coming toward her, however, was sure to put her in an even worse mood. He looked like a college student, big enough to be a football player, even, although one thing that set him apart was his face. It certainly wasn’t human. Kayla, however, wasn’t looking at his face. She was looking at the ground, counting her steps.
Gabriel kept his distance, but he noticed the vampire, who seemed to look like an athlete of some kind, if his old Letterman's jacket meant anything. He hung back to see how she would react. If things got out of hand, he would intervene.
She literally walked into the vampire and her first reaction was to look at his face to apologize sincerely, but when her blue eyes met yellow, all she could think to do was scream and thump him with her books before bolting away from him. Could you imagine what she’d do if she ever met The Elephant Man?
Dear lord, this girl wasn't going to live through her first vampire encounter, was she? Gabriel watched as the girl tried to smack the vampire with a book and running. With a sigh, he ran up to the vampire and kicked him in the groin and driving a stake through the back of his chest, watching as he exploded into dust. Gabriel himself wasn't strong enough to toy with vampires for long, so, the quicker, the better. He caught up with the running girl. "Are you OK?" he asked her.
“No!” She squealed. She stopped running and leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees to gulp in sweet, sweet oxygen. If she wasn’t careful, she’d hyperventilate. “What the fuck was that?! Where did he go?” She looked back at the… empty path, and then up at her… saviour? Well, his face looked normal, so she felt a little less inclined to start running again. “Who are you?”
"That was a vampire," Gabriel said to her. "They turn to dust when you stake them." He couldn't help being to the point. It was just who he was. "My name is Gabriel. I am a Watcher."
“And what do Watchers do? Beyond the whole Watching and chasing after Vampires thing, which, by the way, what the fuck?” Kayla said, all in one breath. She put a hand to her chest and looked around again, completely paranoid. What else was out there? And who was he again?
"Technically, what we do is train vampire slayers, which by the way, you are," he told her. "Vampire slayers are the girls picked by god or fate or whomever does the choosing to fight against things that do evil."
As freaked out as she was, she looked at him and burst out laughing. “Yeah. Uh huh. Vampire Slayer. Are you kidding? I’m pretty sure I just blitzed the record for the hundred metre dash, dude. Seriously.”
"Have you been feeling different lately? Feeling stronger, faster? Have you had bad feelings about certain people?" Gabriel asked her. "Been having bad dreams? All of that is related to being a slayer."
She wasn’t going to make it easy for him that was for sure. “I’ve been eating healthy, I dated a person who beat me for a year, of course I’m going to have bad feelings about people” Although Meredith was nice, and she … had a weird feeling there, but she pushed that thought to the side, willing to stick to her argument here, “… and everyone has bad dreams. You’re going to have to do better than that, Watcher man.”
Nor did he really expect things to be easy. Teenage girls weren't exactly known for their trust in adults after all. "I am talking about specific dreams. Dreams about girls from different times who fought things like what you ran into tonight."
Feeling a bit queasy, Kayla found a park bench and flopped down on it like a sack of potatoes. “What about the other dreams? The blood and death and screaming… are you telling me that’s in the job description, too? Or am I quietly going insane. Right now I’m thinking the latter.”
"It would be easier to say that you were," Gabriel said to her, sitting beside her. "Slayers also have dreams about the future sometimes, or a possible future that they can prevent."
“Fight against things that do evil…” she repeated after a minute, starting to see the sense in all the madness and really wishing that she didn’t. She stuck her head between her legs. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
"It's a lot to take in if you didn't grow up around it," Gabriel said to her. "Is there somewhere that you'd like to go to get out of the night?"
Deanna’s apartment was her first thought, but funnily enough she thought the blonde would just think she was insane for talking about… well, about this. “I think I’ll go to my room,” she murmured, “not to offend you, or anything, but I’d rather you didn’t come.” It occurred to her then that he was rather attractive, so it was just as well, lest her roommate have some more ammunition to use against her. She wanted to know more, to be honest, but… she also didn’t.
He nodded, removing a business card from his pocket. It just had his name and cell phone number typed on it, with his home phone number written on the back. "Do call me when you are feeling better," he said to her. "I can explain a lot more to you as well."