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February 4th, 2006
11:50 pm
"Hey, this is Freya! Leave your name, and number after the beep, and I MAY or may not get back to you.
Just kidding!"
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December 17th, 2005
10:46 pm - ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) spells_immortal
I had to get somewhere safe.. I had to hide...
Hide...from my own father.
He'd gone insane after I seperated myself from him.
I couldn't take what he'd done.. and what he was doing now.
So, I got my things, my books and my clothes, and hopped onto a bus to an out-of-the-way place called Sunnydale.
I got off the bus, being the only one to Sunnydale at the time, I suppose.
No one else followed me, but something was..watching...
I had a stake in the waistband of my jeans, with my jacket buttoned so it couldn't be seen.
I made sure that I could feel the stake, kept my hand clenched on it.
Outside the view of the light from the bus terminal, It made Its appearance.
It..being a vampire.
"Well this is something I certainly didn't expect."
The vampire lunged at me, and I stepped backwards.
Another came at me from behind, and I manged to cartwheel back into him the heels on my boots smacking him hard in the face.
I gave him a roundhouse, knocking him flat on his ass.
I gave the other a front kick, but he caught my leg and threw me backwards.
I rolled over backwards, landing on my feet in a crouch.
Several more came up then, wanting in on the frey.
Or moreover..if they knew me..the Frey-A. Yep, folks, that's me.
Freya Pendragon.
I'm actually a Watcher, not a Slayer. But anyway.
"Oh, this is bad. This is really bad."
I had to take drastic measures. I changed, to my Ocelot form.
They're good hunters, and nocturnal. So the vamps and I were on equal ground.
The change was quick, and it caught the vamps off-guard.
I was only using this as maybe a way to get the vamps away from me, diminishing their numbers. Making the fight easier for me..
I slashed at some, bit others, tearing off limbs, shredding others.
Some left. That was good.
I changed back, while most's backs were turned.
Grabbing my stake, I went to dust one..and failed.
I got tackled.
Damn, if there's vamps here, where's the Slayer?
I wrapped my legs around the vamp on top of me, rolling over stradling him.
"Oooh, kinky. Me like." he said.
"Oh, please." I replied, and dusted him.
I stood up, dusting another by accident. But a good accident, I'll admit.
There were trees all around, but none of the branches were the right height..
After my..catfight? the dustings were easy. Many were too fatigued to keep it up. More started leaving. I dusted one, two, three more and the rest ran off into the night.
"Damn.."
I walked into the residential area. There were houses all around, which I was glad for.
I walked along the streets, not looking for anyone in particular..
And I felt like I was being watched again..
I changed, to my Owl form, my form solidifying in the air. I watched, finding a redhead looking around, confused.
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November 21st, 2005
09:17 pm
I was re-reading a journal entry I made a while ago.
Mom finally told me why I'm different. I had all sorts of questions.
"What's a Gypsy? Why were they mad at me?"
I'm only 15! There's no hope for me now. I'll never be normal...
Maybe I should just end it all...
True, that wasn't my first suicidal thought.
But, not long after my mothers' death -five years later- I realized that she wasn't the only one keeping secrets.
Dad told me what a 'Watcher' was. Explained to me the world that no one 'normal' knew.
Vampires. Demons.
Gypsies. Witches.
And then, there were people like me. People with abilities they didn't understand.
People...like say, my best friend at the time. Karina.
She, when we were in High School, spent a lot of time with my Father. I was worried that something...else was going on.
Turns out, there was. She was a Slayer, my Father, her Watcher. After Dad confessed to me, he started taking me on Patrol with Karina. She was two years younger than me.
Karina ended up dying on her 18th birthday.
Dad knew I would find out the reason eventually...
"This is it, isn't it, Dad?", I remember yelling, not long after her death. About three years later, actually. I was training for Watcherhood in the States.
Dad's face was completely cold, emotionless.
"It's perfectly normal for the Life of a Slayer. She was prepared for it, knew the consequences."
I worked my jaw, feeling my anger rise, my skin getting those electric shocks it got before I shrank.
Instead, I put my anger to another use, throwing the book on the table in front of him.
"The hell she was!!"
Tea spilled on the book, ruining its ancient pages. His eyes drilled into me, and my own stared lethally back.
"That book..."
My voice raised slightly in pitch.
"Oh what...this one?"
A Jaguar's paw slammed on the volume, puncturing the pages.
I put my weight on that 'hand', leaning forward.
"What Dad, it's just a book...just like Karina was just-"
He stood up sharply, pushing the chair back.
"She was my Slayer. Does that mean nothing to you?"
"No, Dad."
His gaze showed confusion. I stood up, my hand changing back to normal.
"No. She was my best friend. Apparently, you can't understand that. Considering you had her murdered-"
He pushed over the table, papers flying everywhere.
"That's enough."
He looked around, but couldn't find his daughter anywhere.
The table flying toward me scared me enough. I was hovering over his head, staying out of sight until he calmed down.
He stopped fuming, looked up.
"Boo."
I hovered back to the ground, changed. Naked.
Still crying.
"Dad," my voice choked on the words, "How could you? That wasn't just another ordinary Slay, Dad! She couldn't know the consequences, unless you lost your job..."
The first honest answer I'd heard him say, he said then.
"I don't know."
What I didn't realize until I lost my first Slayer, was that my Dad had lost his job. He'd gone slightly insane after we drifted apart...losing his wife, his Slayer and his daughter, one blow after another...
There were rumors that he died. I'm still not so sure.
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November 17th, 2005
11:16 pm
This is an open file, on the subject of Freya Pendragon. All notations are subject to change at any given time.
-Freya
//End Entry//
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/accomplished.gif) accomplished
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