The Blessed Slayer
Title: The Blessed Slayer
Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Charmed. No money is being made.
Spoilers: Buffy season seven, Charmed season six.
Summary: Sixteen-year-old Cassandra Halliwell is magical, thank you very much. Nothing is going to prevent her from learning her new destiny. The destiny of a Slayer.
"Hey Halliwell!" I heard the voice call out from behind me.
Stopping at the sound of my last name, I slowly turned around ready to greet whoever was calling me. Someone actually acknowledged that I exist! Maybe it was Giselle, who was coming to apologize about ruining my math homework in Algebra. I knew she was just joking when she spilled the soda on it, and her friend spit on it. I know that she really does like me. She is after all really nice when she’s isn’t near her friends. Smiling, I spun around ready to accept her apology. Only it wasn’t Giselle who was calling me it was Jake one of the school jocks. Apparently, he wasn’t calling for me at all but for my cousin Wyatt.
I sighed in disappointment. The fallen look must have still been etched onto my face because Jake saw it.
A cruel smile was stretched onto his face as he and his people walked to where we were standing. He stopped a foot or two away. Good, at least he wasn’t in our faces.
"You think that I’d honestly talk to you, four eyes? Get over yourself!" he sneered, his cronies laughing at his taunts.
I felt tears welling up behind my eyelids.
‘Don’t let them see you cry!’ I repeated to myself in my mind.
"You should be more clear on who you’re calling, Jake. There are after all four Halliwell’s that go to this High School." I pointed out logically, while pushing my glasses back up to the bridge of my nose.
I could take the glasses off at any time, as I only need the glasses for reading. I don’t though. It’s just a waste of time if I’m going to be in a different class only five minutes after the bell rings from my other class.
"Yeah? Well, you should know that I’d never call for you or your brace-faced cousin." Jake replied a smirk on his face.
The two thugs in back of him chuckled dumbly. It kind of reminded me of Malfoy with Crabbe and Goyle in the Harry Potter books. Although, Jake was definitely not as blonde as Draco. He was more of an alternate Harry Potter with his black hair and green eyes.
I felt Cammie’s body stiffen from beside me. I totally forgot that she was here. Giving her a reassuring smile, I turned back to Jack who was looking pretty smug.
Wyatt took that moment to enter the conversation. I wonder where he was when Jack started his taunting. Surely, he heard what Jack was saying, right? He would have told Jack to be quiet. My mind knew that he would do anything to help his cousins, but my heart knew that he wouldn’t give up his shot at popularity.
"Hey Jack, Cass, and Cam. What’s up guys?" he greeted, raking a hand through his dirty blonde hair.
Ignoring my cousin, I turned back to Jack ready to give him a piece of my mind. Boy, I really wish he was a demon! If he was, I would vanquish his sorry ass. Sadly though, I’m not allowed to use my powers in public. I could, but I don’t want to risk Mom, Aunt Paige, and Aunt Piper’s wrath.
"Understand this Jack," I said my voice dangerously low. "You can taunt me, mess up my homework, or whatever it is that you bullies do. However here this, if you ever
say anything about my cousin or any of my family again…well, I’ll make your life a living hell. That’s a promise."
And with that, I shifted my books to my other arm, grabbed Cammie and we walked away.