Kendra

I don’t even know why my mind first went to Kendra. She was barely in the show and all of her appearances are from season 2. But I think what made me think of her is because, there’s something very appealing about a young, beautiful woman with the power and confidence to fight all the fight some of the most evil creatures in the world, but has no idea how to talk to guys.

Now, obviously she did die. And with her **** we got the gorgeous little sexpot known as Faith Lehane, who I may play with a little later, but for now the Jamaican Slayer is calling out to me. I need to bring her back, but first I’ll need a place to crash.

I close my eyes and find myself in a modest home. Not being one for extravagant things. I clear the items that are on “my” living room table and snap my fingers. There now lies the body of one Kendra Young. Her supple, ebony flesh is just begging me to touch it. She was never given an exact age on the show, but her actress was 18 when filming, so we’ll go with that.

With another snap of my fingers, there are now candles on the floor, surrounding Kendra’s body. “I want a feeling of authenticity to this.” I start randomly moving my hands over Kendra’s body and her eyes soon open. She quickly sits up and asks, with her bad Jamaican accent, “Who are you? Where am I?” She looks around, unfamiliar with her settings.

“That’s an interesting story. Let me start off with the obvious. You were dead. And now, you’re not.” You can tell by the look on her eyes that she is surprised. I continue, “And I am ... an angel.” Yeah, that sounds good. “I was task to bring you back to life. You have an important mission to complete.”

She looks at me, confused. “An angel? Like from Heaven?” she asks, again her bad accent on display. “Exactly, like from Heaven,” I answer. “You are very important to a specific task.”

She gets off the table and approaches me. She touches my face. “I didn’t think angels would like this.” She smushes my mouth and I stop her, putting my hands on her arms, causing her some slight arousal. “Theoretically, angels are nothing but energy, so we can choose to look like whatever we want to look like. I chose this form to fit with the task at hand.”

“Why did you need me? Do you want me to kill something for you?” She asks. “Kind of, but not really.” I escort her over to my couch. “Please sit.” We sit down and I try to come up with something. When I do, I say, “There is a great evil coming. One that requires your assistance to stop.” She interrupts me, and passionately says, “Well then, I will try my best!”

“That is admirable, but please allow to me finish.” She lowers head in embarrassment. “Of ... of course. Please ... um continue.” Her social awkwardness is so adorable. “This is where it gets a little tricky. So, you won’t stop it. Your child will.”

She looks back at me, eyebrows lifted. “My child? I have no child,” she states. “I know that, but to help stop the great evil, you will need one.”

“Why me?” she asks. “Only the child born to a Slayer that has been revived can stop the evil,” I explain. “What about Buffy? She died too.”

“Well, it can’t be Buffy because,” I scramble to thing of an excuse, “... a witch cursed her with ... infertility.” Yeah that sounds believable. “Why would someone curse a teenager with infertility?” She sees the look on my face and can deduct one thing. “How long have I been dead? What year is it?”

Shit, when did that show end? “It’s 2003.” Shock washed over Kendra. “I have been dead for 5 years.” She adds, “What about the Slayer who took over for me?”

“She went rogue. Not exactly the kind of person Heaven wants on their side. Plus, you volunteered for this.”

“I did no such thing. I was only brought back to life just now.” I come up with an explanation that will work. “You volunteered, when you were Heaven. You have no recollection of that because we had to take away your memories.” I put my hand on her knee, and gently rub it. “You see, the last time a Slayer was brought back to life after being in Heaven, she went through a bout of depression. So, to protect your mental state, you asked to have your memory wiped. That’s why I know you, but you don’t know me.” I scoot a little closer to her and put an arm around her. “There’s also one last thing. It’s not just your kid. It has to be mine too. Only the offspring of an angel and a Slayer will have enough power to stop the evil. And we are confined to this house until the fertilization is complete. We are bound to this place.”

I give her free will, so I’m curious to see what how she responds. She looks at me, and I eagerly await her next words.