Disclaimer: All I own is Sophia Cruor nothing else.

Summary: A hunter of vampires finds herself on the opposite side when she is the one being hunted. LaCroix/OC also eventual cross-over with Angel/Buffy. I've not decided when the proper cross-over comes into play but as of now its only very slightly.

-- Chapter 1 --

You've all heard of Buffy, Faith, Angel and Spike.

Two are Slayers.

Two are vampires.

Before I was sired I hunted vampires that killed people, I never went for the ones that only drank enough blood.

However I am very different to Angel and Spike in the vampire department since I was actually born, died/sired in another universe or reality, whichever you want to go along with.

You see when I was sired I swore that I heard a voice say, "Into every generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world. The chosen one, she alone will stand against the forces of evil. She is the Slayer."

I was eighteen when I was sired, it was 1994 in a not well known place called Rochdale in England. North West England to be precise, Rochdale use to be well known in the days of Robin Hood as it was the second best place to watch executions. Also apparently Hitler wanted our Town Hall, if he would have won the second world war he would have shipped it brick by brick to Germany.

Enough about Rochdale though since it doesn't really play a major part in my story except for the part I was born, raised and sired there.

-- Sires POV --

I watched her kill one of my kind and then offer a hand to the woman on the floor, she helped her up then checked her over for any injuries when she found none she told her not to speak of what she saw otherwise she would draw attention to her even more.

The woman surprisingly listened, it could be that the hunter before me held a sense of authority and leadership or it could be the weapon in her hand. Either way I felt the need for her to be my childe.

I watched her for weeks, never letting her see me. I had not gotten the Princes permission to sire but when I saw her bleeding on the floor, her life leaving her, I acted quick.

I went to her and as my neck descended to her neck she tried fighting but whimpered instead, "It will not hurt too much." I bit into her neck and blood that flowed down my throat tasted stronger than any I have ever tasted. Her blood told me that she was strong but it also told me something else, something I did not dare to believe.

I slit my wrist and fed it to her, she resisted for a few seconds before her tongue darted across her succulent lips and tasted the blood. She fed upon my blood without a fight after that.

I knew I had to run with her and so I did. My sweet sweet Sophia.

I ran with her for days and worried that she had not awoken, I was afraid I was too late when I sired her but there was a sign that she lived by the movement of her eyes in her dreamlike state.

When she finally awoke, I taught her all I know, I told her she was of the clan Ventrue and explained the masquerade and why we where on the run.

She did not like the fact she was what she hunted since the age of fourteen. I knew she had been hunting for a long time but four years came even of a shock to me.

-- Sophia's POV --

I rolled my eyes at… I did not understand why he would not tell me his name, it was frustrating and downright rude. Especially since he knew mine and apparently it suited me as I was wise for my age.

Sophia means "wisdom" in Greek.

Personally I thought I was anything but wise but he disagreed. Also why is it such a shock that I hunted vampires for four years? So what if I was fourteen when I started hunting them, I had a dream that showed me vampires killing women not too much older than I was and I wanted to avenge their deaths by defending women against vampires.

A year passed and we were on our way to America, well L.A to be precise. I had learned a lot in that year, like the fact I could use an ability that reminded me of one of my favourite films. Star Wars. Seriously manipulating someone's mind… did George Lucas meet a vampire and steel the idea or what?

Didn't think so… the guy is too cool to do that, it's just coincidence that's all, still pretty cool though and come to think of it which pretty boy decided vampires could be drawn away by garlic. The only reason why any vampire would go away from garlic is because the stuff stinks.

Essentially I should be nineteen but I still look like I did when I was sired, apart from I was paler which I thought was not possible at all. When I was alive I looked dead because I was that pale. I also liked the colour black. See a problem there?

Yeah black clothes and pale skin don't go together unless you're a Goth and I was certainly not a Goth. Nothing wrong with Goths though, I find them pretty cool, I just wasn't one.

For some reason upon arriving on American soil he told me to start acting like Clan Brujah. I did not know why until he left only leaving behind a note that told me if I was to act like he originally taught me when he was to be executed I would be too.

That's what I did, I acted like a Brujah even on my way to my meeting with the Prince of L.A I was acting like a Brujah which wasn't really hard since I kind of acted like one before I was sired…

I looked up at the tower and raised my right eyebrow, "Is he compensating for something?" I mean the tower was massive so he must be compensating for…

Oh god that fat tub of lard behind the desk did not just wink at me, I have noting against overweight people since I use to have a stomach that showed. Seriously though this guy was overly doing it which made me want to puke, which would not be a nice thing to do to the nice shiny floor that was in the tower that LaCroix owned.

I smiled as politely as I could, "I'm here to see Mr LaCroix." Which wasn't really much of a smile at all, in fact I think it came off more as a smirk.

"Name?"

Did I really want to give him my name? "Sophia Cruor." Ironic that my last name is the Latin word for blood.

He nodded and told me to go to a lift at the end. I did and it opened, I frowned entering it and pressing the penthouse button. In case anyone was watching I wanted to put on a bit of a show.

The red leather halter top that I had on had pulled itself down a little so I adjusted so it covered my bra then bent over in my black denim tight jeans, and tucked them into my knee high leather boots stroking my legs to make them less crinkly.

When I came to an upright position the door opened and before going out of the elevator I saluted it with a smirk.

I looked at the doors to the penthouse and hoped it wasn't LaCroix who watched the elevator, knowing my luck he was an ugly git who…