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Pepper was fifteen when the history teacher asked her to stay after class, even though she’d done her homework. He was newly transferred from London, and quite attractive, and she wondered if he was going to kiss her.
Instead, he opened a secret compartment at the back of his desk and pulled out an armful of weapons. He said he’d like to teach her to use them.
That, Pepper thought, was even better.
They spent a few evenings attacking a stuffed dummy that had been rigged to fold out of the ceiling. Pepper was short enough that the quarterstaff affected her balance, and her aim with the crossbow was impossible, but she quite impressed him with her swordwork. Pepper was good with swords, even the real ones.
After a couple weeks, when the fifth version of their wooden enemy lay in shards around the classroom, he pulled her back to his desk and took out a book. It was old and smelt faintly of dead things, and it gave the impression of being dusty even though it had a polished gleam. The word on the cover was Vampyr.
Her teacher met her gaze. “Into each generation a Slayer is born,” he intoned. “One girl in all the world…”
Pepper grimaced at his words, because she’d heard them before.
That night, before she went home, she stopped by Adam’s house. He smiled when he saw her and said, “Hullo, Pepper,” but she ignored him. She stomped over to the section of his videos labelled BtVS, pulled the tapes onto floor, and jumped on them until they broke.
carmarthenPepper was fifteen when the history teacher asked her to stay after class, even though she’d done her homework. He was newly transferred from London, and quite attractive, and she wondered if he was going to kiss her.
Instead, he opened a secret compartment at the back of his desk and pulled out an armful of weapons. He said he’d like to teach her to use them.
That, Pepper thought, was even better.
They spent a few evenings attacking a stuffed dummy that had been rigged to fold out of the ceiling. Pepper was short enough that the quarterstaff affected her balance, and her aim with the crossbow was impossible, but she quite impressed him with her swordwork. Pepper was good with swords, even the real ones.
After a couple weeks, when the fifth version of their wooden enemy lay in shards around the classroom, he pulled her back to his desk and took out a book. It was old and smelt faintly of dead things, and it gave the impression of being dusty even though it had a polished gleam. The word on the cover was Vampyr.
Her teacher met her gaze. “Into each generation a Slayer is born,” he intoned. “One girl in all the world…”
Pepper grimaced at his words, because she’d heard them before.
That night, before she went home, she stopped by Adam’s house. He smiled when he saw her and said, “Hullo, Pepper,” but she ignored him. She stomped over to the section of his videos labelled BtVS, pulled the tapes onto floor, and jumped on them until they broke.
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