Prologue
Claire Woods. She was a Catholic schoolgirl with long blonde hair, perfect tan and a bitchy attitude. Brentwood Academy was notorious for people of her caliber. Since it was the only religious school in SunnyDale, all of the children of doctors, lawyers and plastic surgeons studied there. It had all the cliques and drama of a normal high school, multiplied by 10.
The 3 o'clock bell startled Claire from her light snooze in biology class. "Thank God" she muttered in a groggy voice. She stretched out her arms and let out a large yawn before heading out into the busy hallway. "Hey Claire!" she heard from somewhere close behind her. She turned around to be greeted by Steven, her boyfriend with large bushy brown hair who sort of resembled a hobbit. He hugged her close. "I missed you," he whispered. Claire sighed. " I missed you too Steven" she said, as if she had been programmed to respond and did not really want to. "What's wrong?" he asked, a little shocked. "I'm tired. I got woken up again in biology," she replied. "You haven't been sleeping well for almost 2 weeks…maybe you should see a doctor," he suggested as he ran his fingers lightly through her hair. "I'm fine. I'll see you later, ok?" Claire said, anxious to get home, crash and not wake up until the next afternoon. "Ok. I love you." He said. "I love you too," she responded, sounding more and more agitated. She walked down the large flight of stairs and out the front doors. It wasn't very long before she noticed a man with tiny black glasses watching her. He was the guy she had been having dreams about. "Claire?" he inquired as he slowly walked up to her. "Claire Woods?" A look of disgust was all he got in return. What an annoying British accent! Finally, Claire rolled her eyes and gave him a piece of her mind. "Yeah, I'm Claire. And you're the evil bastard that's been keeping me awake for almost 3 solid weeks now. What the hell is your problem? What do you want?" she demanded. A black limousine broke their attention. There was a graveyard across the street from the school and there was a funeral that was taking place. Claire noticed some of the people who used to attend SunnyDale high school. Willow Rosenburg, Xander Harris and Dawn Summers, who was currently a freshman at SunnyDale high. "Buffy Summers is dead," the man stated grimly. "She could only be brought back so many times before a new slayer was called." Claire gave him a look of annoyance. "Slayer? Isn't that supposed to be some sort of fairy tale or something?" The man shook his head. "No. The slayer is real. The time has come for the new slayer to be awakened." She let out an annoying sigh. "Fine. Whatever. Why are you wasting my time with all of these stupid little history lessons about something that probably doesn't even exist?" she retorted. "Because YOU are the new slayer, Claire. It is your time to fight against the vampires, demons and forces of evil" Her jaw dropped. "What? No. This is starting to get really obnoxious," she started. "You are the slayer, Claire. And I am your watcher, Christian Hoffland. Pleasure." As Claire stood there in disbelief, her eyes drifted back to the funeral ceremony. Willow, Xander and Dawn were the only ones still standing at Buffy's final resting place. She slowly began to realize that her world of shopping, hanging out with friends and reeking havoc on the lesser individuals in her hometown was about to be turned upside down. "I have to call Matt" she managed to whisper after regaining her thoughts. "He's not gonna believe this."
