Days in the Sun
February 27th, 2015 – Diary (1)
It’s late. I should be sleeping. But I just had to write
this right now, before I forget. I just had a dream. I think
it was a Slayer dream. Uncle Giles told me about these a while back,
when I visited him in England two summers ago. I asked him about
a lot of things while I was there. About vampires, and Slayers, and
Mom, and Dad, and all the things I didn’t dare ask them in person.
He didn’t say anything at all about Dad or Mom, he said I should ask them
rather than him, but he did answer the more generic questions. And
he told me about Slayer dreams. Like prophetic dreams, he said.
Something that will really happen, sometimes within a few hours, sometimes
much later. But something that will actually take place, whether
I want it to or not.
My dream is starting to fade, so I should write it down now before
I lose it completely. I was in a club. I don’t know where exactly,
but it sure wasn’t the Bronze, and that’s just about the only decent club
in Sunnydale, so I guess I wasn’t in Sunnydale. I don’t know where
I was. And I don’t know the people I was with, either, though I was
joking with them and having a great time, so I guess they were my friends.
They looked kinda old, twenty something, so maybe that’s a ‘later’ prophetic
dream. Anyway. We were coming out of the club, and for some
reason they went one way and I went another, alone. I was walking
past a cemetery when something strange happened. It was like something
was calling me to walk in there, among the graves, and I just did.
Kinda spooky. ‘Cause graveyards and me, usually, really not compatible
at all. And then a vamp was lunging at me. I don’t know where
he came from, it was just like he appeared from nowhere, game face on,
ready to bite and kill me. Except I staked him. I don’t even
know where I got the stake, ‘cause, hey, I don’t go around with that kind
of stuff in my pocket. Maybe I should. So. I just staked
him, and it was like, instinct. I mean, Dad trained me, and Will
and Joy, but we never actually practiced to stake a vamp in the right place
– I mean, Dad’s the only vamp I ever met, him and the Poof, so it’s not
like I ever had anyone to practice on. How did I know where to strike
exactly? Just a few seconds, a quick fight, a dance, like Dad says,
and it was done, the vamp was ashes, and I woke up in a jump. That
was just so… wow…
I just feel so full of energy right now… like I’ve been given a glimpse
of something that’s just beyond my eyesight, but if I turn just a little,
it will be there, it will be mine, and I … I think I want it. It’s
kind of weird, I mean, my own father’s a vampire, I am myself not completely
human, so why would I want to kill creatures like him, almost like me?
Except that it felt so right when I staked that vamp in my dream.
It was like… I don’t know. It felt like this was what I was
born to do. Like all of the hours training under Dad’s supervision
had actually had a meaning.
God, if that was a prophetic dream, I hope it happens soon…
I wish I could talk with someone about this, but I don’t know who.
Mom would totally freak out if I told her, she just wants us to be normal.
I’m kinda sad for her, because we’re not normal. Having a vampire
for a father is not normal. Having a Slayer for a mother is kind
of rare, too. Being able to change to a vampire face when I want
is not exactly what everyone can do, and neither is being having the kind
of strength that I have. I could tell Dad, I know he wouldn’t be
wigged out – I hope? – but I can’t, because I also know that he would
tell Mom. Will and Joy… nah, they’re babies. Uncle Giles, maybe,
but I’m not sure he wouldn’t tell Mom. Hell, all the adults I know
would tell Mom or Dad, and all the kids would look at me like I was insane.
Uncle Giles said something else about Slayers. He said that,
usually, they are very lonely. I think I understand why.
Lisa