Chapter 3 – Trouble Is As Trouble Does

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

The first stop on Jenna's list was a place most ordinary people wouldn't be seen dead in. However were any ordinary people to walk in here, more than likely they'd end up dead. Most of the patrons knew that Jenna was a Slayer-In-Training but what they didn't know is that she was now a proper Slayer, no longer just a Potential. Maybe she could use it to her advantage.

The second she walked into the bar, the clientele took one look at her and fell silent. She quickly scanned the room, looking for anyone who might try and start something.

"I ain't here to make trouble, just looking for some information."

You would think that this statement wouldn't reassure anyone but almost everyone in that bar knew that Jenna wouldn't start a fight unless someone or something gave her a reason to. And they were determined not to give her a reason to. So they went back to their drinks and acted like nothing had happened.

Jenna walked over to the end of the bar, away from any eavesdroppers.

"What are you after this time, Langley?" An Anglo-American (more American than Anglo) male voice came from behind the bar.

"Like I said, information."

"Why can't you ask for a drink like everyone else does?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, this is America not England. I'm underage. I would be breaking the law."

The owner of the voice appeared. He was a tall, thin man who would have been quite attractive in his younger years.

"Yeah, well I got news for you kid, laws don't exactly apply in this place."

"So I noticed. Anyway, enough of this small talk. Let's get down to some real business. I want some information regarding werewolves, specifically ones in this town."

"Why would you expect me to know something like that?"

"Because, Mikey, I know you well enough to know that nothing goes on in this town without you knowing about it."

"Yeah, I might know something." He said stubbornly.

"And what might that something be?" Jenna prompted. She saw the look on his face and added: "I'm not going to pay you. You still owe me for the lastfavour I did for you."

"It was just a little demon."

"It was a forty feet long fire breathing giant snake demon living in the sewers."

"It was eating my customers. Okay so you don't owe me anything." He lowered his voice and whispered in a conspiratorial manner across the bar to her. "Rumour has it and this may be only a rumour, that there's a werewolf living in a motel across town."

"You got the address?"

Mikey did, by chance, have an address and she decided to leave the bar at once. However, as she headed towards the exit, a shadow blocked her path. A vampire. A new and stupid one, at that.

Jenna was aware that the bar had now fallen silent, waiting with bated breath to see what she would do. To be honest, she didn't really want to permanently scare off Mikey's patrons. Through them, he had proved a good source of information from time to time. However, she really was itching for a fight.

"Don't you know who I am?" Jenna asked the vamp, trying to figure out whether he had a death wish or was just plain stupid.

"I don't know and I don't really care. All I know is you smell like food to me."

"To us." A second and third voice hissed behind her.

Without even turning round, Jenna knew that these two were the identical twin girls that went missing about a week ago, and the guy was the boyfriend of one of them.

"In case you didn't get my earlier message, let me repeat it again for your benefit. I'm not looking for a fight."

"That makes it a lot easier for us." Said one of the twins.

"Michael, what exactly are the rules again?" Jenna said, turning her head to the barman.

"No fighting, unless they attack first. I'd advise you not to, although I don't really see the point because you wouldn't listen anyway."

"So why not? She's just a girl." Asked the guy vampire.

"I'm a Slayer."

He seemed to be thinking something over.

"What's a Slayer?"

So he is just stupid then.

"Into each generation, a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world. One born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to find where they gather, stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. The Chosen One. That's me."

Seemingly for no apparent reason, Jenna spun round and staked one of the twin vampires. She had felt her start to tense and get ready to attack the Slayer. Jenna hadn't given her a chance to.

"That was my girlfriend." Shouted the male vamp, as he launched himself at Jenna.

Without hesitating, she lashed out and kicked the guy in the face, sending him reeling backwards. Completing her spin, she staked the other twin without even a second thought. Now there was only the guy left and after the destruction of his girlfriend and her sister, he'd decided to escape. Jenna let him, until he reached the door. As soon as he opened it, he burst into flames, leaving behind nothing but a pile of ashes.

She didn't say a word as she left the bar. She didn't have to. Anyway, she had other business to attend to.