What Could Be Lurking In The Corner

[whole_bloody_business]

Something's killing the students. Again.

Cara didn't ask to be stationed right on top of the Hellmouth. She certainly didn't ask to put her extremely expensive education to use trying to convince a bunch of drooling American teenagers to pay attention to Latin verb conjugations. In fact, she'd strongly prefer to avoid demons, non-Slayer high school students, and other such unsavory creatures altogether. But, well, she's the one who decided to become a Watcher. She made her bed, she has to lie in it.

Of course, when she signed on, she didn't expect a missing Slayer.

The girl seems to have vanished off the face of the earth, which, of course, means demonic activity is skyrocketing. And, of course, Cara's the only one around with even the tiniest chance of keeping it in check. Which is why she's poking around in the boiler room during her lunch break instead of popping another aspirin and taking a nap on her desk.

Whoever this missing Slayer is, she'd better have a damn good explanation.

Comments

[cross_and_bow]

"Part of what I'm wondering is whether any of the neutral demons dislike any of the non-neutral demons."

[whole_bloody_business]

"If you're looking to recruit allies, it's a good idea, but most neutral demons strongly prefer to avoid conflict. I'd be happy to assist you in convincing them, but, again, tread carefully. Sometimes it's difficult to know what constitutes provocation."

[cross_and_bow]

"Fair enough. Man, who designed this system of Slayage, anyway?"

[whole_bloody_business]

"Lazy bastards with deeply confused moral sensibilities and absolutely no backbone."

[cross_and_bow]

"Can," Bella inquires, "anyone edit the system?"

[whole_bloody_business]

Cara grins.

"That's an idea," she says. "I don't know that anyone's ever tried, but I don't see what's stopping us."

[cross_and_bow]

"Well, my total inability to do magic, for one thing, for all I know one can only get root access to the involved apparatus if one is personally the Slayer. But it seems worth looking into. Several hundred volunteer background-checked Slayers! Who are maybe already out of high school!"

[whole_bloody_business]

"What? You mean trained volunteer adults tend to be better at doing important jobs than coerced and untrained teenagers? Someone alert the media," Cara jokes. "The magic issue could be a barrier, but even if it is, we can at least find out how a Slayer with magic would theoretically go about editing the system."

[cross_and_bow]

"And pass it on to my successor. Fun stuff. But maybe you can do it or some other witch can do it."

[whole_bloody_business]

"Yes, pass it on to your successor after you live to a healthy age," she says decisively. "You're right, though, it'll only be a problem if it's a spell only the Slayer can perform."

[cross_and_bow]

Bella smiles at her, and starts looking through Spouse Book, taking notes as she goes.

There follows considerable Slaying, mostly from safe-ish distances and indirectly via morgue stakings. There is a field trip to L.A. for dusting vamps, leaving ominous graffiti, and having confidential chats with a few morgue workers. Bella finishes crossing the town of Sunnydale. She reads more about demons, and manages to quell an infestation in the south side. She learns Latin. She doesn't do very well in most of her other classes, but she passes.

[whole_bloody_business]

Cara, meanwhile, is busy learning everything she can about the Slayer line. She's having books mailed to her from libraries around the world and poring through them during every spare moment. This is doable, she knows it's doable, she can taste it.

(Her students have noticed that she's become a lot crabbier during class, has started drinking a lot more coffee, and seems to be relying on educational videos and in-class work time to fill her class hours while she reads at her desk.)

Her research points her towards a scythe that can theoretically break the Slayer line to a degree by calling all Potential Slayers at once. The scythe is retrieved, and Cara begins performing experimental spells on it to try to expand its range (five hundred coerced teenage girls is better than one coerced teenage girl, but not by much).

It's long, thankless work, and she desperately wishes she had another witch to help her out.

One afternoon, she takes a long, profanity-laden walk to clear her head. She ends up in a mostly-deserted park.

[alicornucopia]

There's somebody sitting on a park bench, stubbing out a cigarette. Bella has crossed this park, so they're pretty much guaranteed not to be a vampire.

[whole_bloody_business]

Cara would prefer not to have company, but the only other bench nearby appears to have been vomited on. It's a close call. She grunts noncommittally at the other person, then buries her head in her hands.

[alicornucopia]

"Rough day?" says company.

[whole_bloody_business]

"Brilliant observation," she snaps. "Pardon me, I didn't realize I was sitting next to bloody Sherlock Holmes."

[alicornucopia]

"Whoa there," says company. "Sounds like you've got something to unload, huh?"

[whole_bloody_business]

"What, do you have nothing better to do than sit around in parks and listen to people whinge at you?"

[alicornucopia]

"Finished my cig," says company. "Why not?"

[whole_bloody_business]

She weighs the need to unload her problems against the possibility that a human-shaped demon has escaped Bella's notice and is bothering her for nefarious reasons. She decides the latter possibility is unlikely. Still, she'll be vague.

"Here's what going to happen," she says. "You are going to sit there and listen to me. You are not going to butt in with personal anecdotes or unwanted advice. You are not going to tell me I sound like I'm insane, even though objectively, I am going to sound like I'm insane. You are not going to get your feelings all over me. For the purpose of the exercise, you are going to sit there like a wall that occasionally nods and says 'go on.' Come to think of it, I could just go home and yell at a wall..."

[alicornucopia]

"Go on," says company mildly.

[whole_bloody_business]

Eh. She's already here. Might as well.

"I'm working on a project. It's not going well. I've been trying to fix something that a bunch of deeply idiotic people screwed up a long time ago, and I'm not making any significant progress even though I'm working my ass off and this is what I'm supposed to be good at, research and problem-solving and boring minutiae that everyone else is too lazy to pay attention to. Not that anyone else is helping, either. I want to punch everyone I talk to in the face sometimes, even my...assistant. Don't get me wrong, my assistant's great, she's worth twenty of your average high school student, but she can't help me with this. I just wish I had a witch instead of a Slayer to help me make some progress, or at least make it so I didn't have to do all these mind-numbing spells by myself." (Too late, she realizes she name-dropped the Slayer. She doesn't call attention to it and hopes her company didn't notice).

[alicornucopia]

"Done," says company, smiling broadly.

And he disappears.

[whole_bloody_business]

A demon. That was a demon. Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshit. Shit, she's supposed to be better than this, everyone who ever told her she was a fuckup was right...

Cara pulls herself together. She has to fix this.

She starts to walk back to her apartment. On the way there, she calls Bella.

[cross_and_bow]

"You have reached the Slayer, please rate your emergency on a scale of one to apocalypse?"