I'm A Reluctant Slayer, And You Are?

Mystery Man

2007-05-02T08:06:00.000-07:00

A man came into the store today. I got a vibe from him. Can’t say it’s a bad vibe but I felt uncomfortable. Mostly because he kept looking at me. He stayed in the store for a while. Did not buy anything or even peruse the shelves. I could have sworn he was talking to himself sometimes.

I am not afraid. I can handle myself. But it was still unnerving. This foreign guy staring at me. I wanted to go to him and confront him but I could not. Customers kept flocking in.

Finally, he reached into his pocket and fished out a phone. He was talking to someone while staring openly at me. Then he left the store but not before flashing me a smile. I must say that he is quite a handsome man. I want to chase after him but I could not leave the cash register unattended. Dammit.

Sunnydale

2007-04-23T08:11:00.000-07:00

I researched the significance of the day I got my powers. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for a massive earthquake that cratered an entire town in America. Southern California town by the name of Sunnydale.

Would this have anything to do with me? I’ll start my research again. I am late for work already.

Living Condition

2007-04-17T03:11:00.000-07:00

Ever since that incident with the fanged shadow and my brother’s near discovery of my new powers, I had been so careful.

I need to find out what’s going on, what’s happening to me. Maybe I should get online and find out if there are other girls out there with the same condition.

Almost Caught

2007-04-13T07:11:00.001-07:00

August 2003

My brother was doing laundry and noticed the torn, bloody shirt from last night’s scuffle. He asked me about it. I lied and told him there was an accident in the store. Nothing more. He asked to take a look at my wound. I refused to, on the grounds that it was on my chest and I am not gonna show my brother my boobs.

Thankfully, he backed off. Actually, the main reason I did not wanna show him the wound was coz it doesn’t exist. It’s completely healed. There’s a scar there but that’s it. It’s too soon for the wound to heal. I guess that’s a good thing.

I also snuck into his room and grabbed his self-defense manuals. I wanna be ready for the shadows. There won’t be anymore wounds and there won’t be anymore ripped shirts.

First Blood

2007-04-09T22:16:00.000-07:00

August 2003

Something freaky happened last night. Freakier than usual. The shadows that I’ve noticed ever since I got stronger has now started to take form. They’ve been on the move. Following me. I must be losing it.

But I swear it’s true. I usually take a short cut to get home from work. Last night, something in the shadow hissed at me. I thought it was the wind so I ignored it. I kept on walking. However, the distinct feeling of someone following me was so strong that I could not ignore it.

It snarled. The shadow snarled. I turned around and faced with a creature so pale, so frail but its eyes were burning with evilness. It slashed at me with its claws. I was a bit too slow. It got me. Slashed open my shirt and drew some blood.

The wound was superficial though but my shirt got torn. It was my favorite shirt. My only shirt. The creature licked its claws, as though relishing in the taste of my blood. I punched it square on the face. Hard. Something popped. I think it was its teeth. It roared. Swiped at me. I ducked this time.

I reared back and kicked at its midsection. It went flying into a tree and turned to dust. I was quite shocked. Not by the creature turning to dust but at my strength. It felt pretty good. I think I’m going to enjoy this.

Shadows

2007-02-11T18:20:00.001-08:00

August 2003

I work the graveyard shift at 7-11. I’ve never noticed anything strange before. However, after my ‘enhancement’, I’m beginning to notice things. Shadows.

I was freaked out at first but by the second night, I was not even bothered by them. What does that mean?

Dreams

2007-01-11T19:21:00.001-08:00

June 2003

The dreams continue to haunt me. The abominations came for me every night. But every night I was a different girl. A barmaid. An Indian princess. A blond American girl. A Jamaican girl. A New York African-American girl. A Chinese girl.

So many girls. All of them dead. And I felt it. Each time they were killed, I woke up with a start and drenched in sweat.

I know they were strong. I know they were just like me. I felt it in them. The fire. The drive. The instincts. However, they were bested by their attackers.
Who are these girls? Why am I dreaming about their demise?

The Beginning

2007-01-09T20:14:00.000-08:00

May 2003

My name is Azura. I am just a normal 18 year-old girl, studying for my diploma in Mass Communications. I am just a tiny little creature, about 5 feet 3. I have a younger brother named Azril and a younger sister named Azian.

We live with our mother in a low cost flat in Cheras, near the outskirts of the Kuala Lumpur city limit. My life was just ordinary. I was not that popular. I have a few close friends. That’s all.

One day, my life changed. I was in class, bored out of my mind, when I felt funny. My vision got blurry and I felt a little lightheaded. It lasted a few seconds. After that, I felt different. Strong. Powerful. Confidence. Like a whole new girl.

I found out that I was literally, and physically, strong as well. I found that out the hard way. Let’s just say there were a lot of broken knick-knacks in my house. My mom had a bitchy fit that lasted a whole month. I am still doing chores to pay for all the damages I had done. Unintentionally, of course.

However, with the increased strength and agility, I was having the hardest time getting a decent night’s rest. I kept having these nightmares. Girls were being murdered by abominations and nasty creatures. Some girls fought back and won but most of them were eventually killed.

I am fuzzy on the details but I am sure that my life changed for a reason and that I had a calling. I just did not know what it was. Do I tell my mother? My siblings? My friends? I am so confused.