SPOILERS: hmm. none? Kendra and Faith, nothing specific.
SUMMARY: Melissa's calling

I turned 18 about 5 months ago, and I've still not been called. This is a good thing, cos I've finished high school. I turn my light out and as my head hits the pillow I'm sleeping.

"Missy?"

I turn round hearing someone calling my name. The voice is familiar but its not one I've heard in a long time. About 15 years to be exact.

"Mom?" There's a note of disbelief in my voice. That along with hope.

Slowly, my eyes focus on a shimmering form in front of me. It begins to take the shape of my mother.

"What, how..." my mouth begins to open and close, like a goldfish.

"You look like Willow, on mountain dew" She laughs, and its a beautiful sound. I run forward, and crush her in my embrace.

"hey, honey, I may be dead, but I'd like to keep my ribs"

It dawns on me that I feel stronger, different somehow. Then I realise what this is all about.

"One of the slayer's has died, hasn't she?" Oh, no. I don't want this. I mean, I don't mind being the slayer, but oh god, one of them is dead.

"Kyra's gone" The pretty jamaican slayer who I met three or four times. I can't believe she's dead.

"It's your time honey. You know it. You're strong."

"Mom. I can't."

"Melissa. You can do dis. You are stronger dan all de slayers before you. Even ya mother." The first Jamaican slayer, Kendra? tells me.

"Ya sweetie. It is true. Screw them all. Don't let 'em get inside ya defenses. That's how they catch ya out" I hear another familiar voice, and see Aunt Faith. "Ya know it Sweetie."

"Missy?" I hear Kyra's voice. I smile through tears for her. I always liked her, even if I didn't know her all that well. "Missy, you have power. Lots of it. Use it well. I'm happy, and i got da vamp dat killed me."

"You know it." Mom again. I'm practically sobbing now. I want her so much, and I can never have her properly. My mommy.

"You can. I'm always here for you. In your heart, and if you ever need me really badly, you know that you can contact me in your dreams. Only you though. Don't tell anyone else about this. Because, it would kill your father, to have me so close, and yet so far."

I know this. My father loves my mother still, so much, that he wont even look at another woman. It's why I've never mentioned the dreams I had til I was five, of talking to my mother everyday. People think it took me a long time to realise she was gone, hell, i even got sent to therapy as a small child, but the reality was I did still see her. Every night without fail.

The sun's streaming through the window when my father wakes me.

"Melissa?"

"mhmm. Dad?"

Suddenly, memories of last nights...dream?...vision?...come flooding back to me.

"Missy." He looks at me, and I can almost see his heart breaking at the prospect of telling me I'm the Slayer now.

"Kyra died late last night. A vampire shot her. It's horrible. The police in Jamaica have called it a "self inflicted gunshot wound to the face...you're...".

"I'm the Slayer." I finish the sentence off for him. I can tell from his face, that my calm acceptance of my destiny bewilders him. I remind him that I've had 2 years to accept my fate, and that being a slayer never stopped mom having a normal life. He smiles at this, and gives me a hug, telling me breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.

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