Chapter III

Three Days Later....

The night of the showing of her new movie had finally arrived. All of the Hollywood elite would be there, including Los Angeles Mayor Fletcher Bowron. Her hair was done up into curls that flowed down like a waterfall. She wore a diamond necklace and matching diamond earrings. She wore the very dress that she wore in the final scene of Twas Love at First Sight . She added a pair of white gloves to the outfit and instead of a black boa, wore a mink stole. She looked in the mirror but couldn't smile, she hadn't spoken a word to her watcher in three days, the longest she has ever gone without talking to him.

She walked out front and saw a limo was waiting to take her to the theatre. She knew that Christophe was in danger, going to a vamp nest without a slayer. Though tonight, she wasn't the slayer, she was Francine Baxter, actress extraordinaire.

At the Rialto, along each end of the red carpet leading to the door, stood fans screaming and yelling her name. Flash bulbs went off in her eyes as she exited the car. She tried her hardest to put a smile on her face knowing that her watcher was most likely going to die tonight, but it was too late to do anything about it now.

"Francine! Francine! How are feeling about the movie we are all about to see tonight?" asked a male reporter from the Los Angeles Times. "Do you feel it could be your biggest hit yet?"

"Well I don't know," she said still with a forced smile on her face. "You'll have to wait and see." She shook a few more hands and quickly entered the theatre. Inside more fans awaited her arrival as if it was a life or death opportunity taking place. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, she fought her way through the crowd of people as the guilt over powered her and she rushed towards the Lady's Room. People's eyes trailed after looking confused. She assumed they thought it was just nerves.

She closed the door and locked and told herself, "Porter's right, I do have a responsibility, I am the slayer and it's time I start acting like one." She hopped onto the counter near the porcelain sink. There, she leaped into the air, and grabbed a black pipe then swung and used her feet to launch herself through the restroom skylight and onto the roof. She ran on the roof quickly towards her car. She found it and used a rusty drain pipe to help herself down. She snuck into the backseat, and grabbed her black satchel then disappeared back up the drain pipe then returned into the locked restroom and changed into her street clothes. She replaced her diamond necklace with her crucifix. As soon she was changed, Francine went back out the skylight and out onto the streets to find the vampires.

She took a cab towards the quarry, where the bodies were found she figured she'd start there. She walked a mile towards the sewage treatment plant, when she felt a sharp pain in her gut. They were close. She happened to stumble on an abandoned warehouse, where she shimmied up a ladder to enter through the roof. Through a filthy window she saw Porter cornered by two vamps, he was holding them away with a cross. She mustered all the strength she could and did an aerial somersault and fell through the glass windows.

The vamps halted their attack on the watcher to see what had joined them for dinner. For a moment all was still, then the fray began. She sent a female vamp flying into a pile of crates with an aerial kick in the neck. When the wood crates broke, a shard that flew in the air landed in her chest and turned her to dust. One down, nine to go. She fended two of the males off with some blows to the face and chest. She sent one that snuck up behind her back to the grave with a well placed stake to the chest. She blocked and punched with one hand, and staked with the other.

Sweat and dirt formed on her face as she and Christophe took out seven vamps in a matter of about six minutes. Soon only two remained, one male and one female. She took the girl vampire off to a corner and did her best to fight her off but the vampire gave her one swift punch and knocked her on the concrete floor. She lunged on top of the slayer, then felt a sudden blast of pain shoot through her. She glanced down a saw a well concealed stake stuck in her chest, the vampire went out screaming. Francine brushed the newly fallen dust off her. Francine heard her watcher screaming in pain as the final vamp dug his teeth into his neck. Francine pulled him to the floor by his coat tails; as he fell a small circular object fell from his hands. She didn't notice it and gave him a hard punch to the jaw, causing it to bleed. Without a blink, she staked the final vampire, and stared as he turned to dust next to her.

"Christophe, I've been an ass lately, and I'm sorry." she said her voice breaking from all the dust inhalation. All he did was smile back at her and they had a short hug. Watcher and slayer now searched for a way out of the warehouse, arms around each other ready to start anew.

"Vampires of the world beware." she said then smiled at her watcher.

*click*

Kabaam!

The End