Chosen (CSI)

Sara Sidle hadn’t told anyone what had happened to her out in the desert. She’d thought she was going crazy, imminent death doing things to her head. But when she’d heard that low, fierce voice ask her if she was ready to be strong, she’d almost screamed out her answer. Of course she was ready to be strong if it would get her out from under that car! She’d written off the feral woman who had appeared the next morning to tell her “what you are” as a hallucination. Sara was a scientist. She made her living relying on facts, evidence, and testable theories. Her mind, ever logical, told her she was lost, dehydrated, injured, and likely in shock. All better explanations than that woman being real.

Back in the city, she’d tried to forget it. But nothing was like it had been before. She’d thought she was a creature of the night. The shortcut she’d taken to get home one evening had shown her what real creatures of the night looked like- and what they did. Her broken arm had healed so much faster than it should have that it scared her. What is a Slayer? What am I?