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She walked into the night's cold air struggling with the injustice of it. Dazed, confused and mentally tormented from the thoughts that lie in her head. Her soul ripped apart and scattered amongst the dead and rotting bones, replaced with a Spirit that cried out for blood and vengeance, for pure unadulterated violence. Her very core felt primal and deadly. The hotness of her tears seared her ebony skin and her head felt heavy to the point of falling from her shoulders. The men stole her like a ravenous wolf would a lamb in the dusk of night. They raped her of her soul, distorted her innocence, stole whom she was and made her into something unrecognizable.
She trembled violently at what she was now and she knew there was no going back for her. She'd become a monster that monsters would fear. Her senses were that of a predator, her rejoinder keen and unmatched among killers. She was a marauder, an imposter as well as a protector among those that lived life, a prowler that preyed on the undead, and the shadow that the monsters fled. She would soon embrace that deadly call, to fight so that evil shall fall. She would become the hard hand of justice. Giving into what was inside her, what was now a part of her, what was her.
The first girl born to this generation with the strength and the skill to hunt the vampire, to stop the scourge of evil, she alone will stand against the forces of darkness. The first, the mother, many shall come after her but none are before her. She will be strong in her duty until her time in this world was done, then she would give her strength to others like her. They will build on what she at these moments, hours days and decades shall carry out. She is the Slayer.