Hello good people. Its me again. I KNOW im suppose to be writing New Girl but i have the worst writers block. I swear!! And this just popped up during class. Math is just weird like that. I wrote New Girl during that class to. anyway the written 1 completely different from this its actually much better. So im just gonna get this out of my system. might not even make this long.

Disclaimer: has never and will never own BtVS

Prologue

I am a vampire.

Have been for the last 362 years. I was changed on my 18th birthday the year of 1636. I wasn't even having a good day anyway. Its because of the people I worked for that I died.

I would tell you that I was an ordinary girl when living but then that would be a lie. I am what stood between a human normal life and the world being taken over by darkness. Creatures of the night, vampires and demons the such.

The Slayer. The Chosen One.

The one girl in all the world blah blah. Well if some weird British guy tells you that run. Run in the other direction as fast as possible. It's a short career. And i don't mean in the 'get fired' way.

You fight vampires and other things that lurk in the darkness and what's the payment… one way ticket to an early grave. And these guys called the Watchers Council don't mind that they send a confused 15 year old girl out to their deaths while sitting on high horses.

Being called when I was 15 wasn't easy. A thing called a social life went down the tube. Nobody wants to associate with the town crazy lady. My own mother even disowned me a year after being called because my younger sister was taken hostage and killed by vamps.

Entering my third year as the slayer the Watchers Council couldn't handle me, I was doing everything in my power to do the exact opposite of what they say. Just to knock them down a peg or 2. It just irritated, which was almost as good.

Then came that test. The Cruciamentum. A barbaric test that now every slayer had to go through if and only IF they happen to make it to their 18 birthday.

Basically you were injected with a serum that drained all the extra perks of slayerness. Extra strength, great reflexs, speed, a nifty gift for sensing vampires and demon like. Leaving a slayer as helpless as a new born child against all evil.

That's not even the worst, the serum is injected by your watcher. The person who's supposed to help you not smile in your face and send you tramping through a graveyard with no powers. Now they just lock you in a cage with a crazed vampire.

So I go and what happens, a master vampire just waltzes right up to me, drains me, then makes me the thing I've hunted for the last three years.

But there's a catch. Normally catches would annoy me but this was an exception. Anyway...

The Powers That Be intervene during my changing and allowed me to keep my soul. They told me that they were going to need my help in the future. I accepted on 1 condition. No other slayer could be changed in to a vampire.

If it got out that slayers could be turned then masters would hunt down the newbie's like madmen just to have powerful minions at their beck and call.

It was an agreement and I haven't gotten a signal from them since. O well. I did get to keep my slayer powers making me more powerful than the average vampire.

Now turned I had no where to go except with my new 'sire'. Couple of months later my sire was staring at a stake poking out of his chest in surprise. It turns out my sire was several centuries old and had a vast fortune in which I made bigger over the years.

Over the years saving the world gets boring and when you as old as I am ya just gotta find new ways to entertain yourself. Broke in to Fort Knox once for fun. It was easy then when security was not as high tech then. When I tried it the second time almost got killed. Not going for a third anytime soon.

I bet your wondering about my diet now huh? Well i dont drink human blood if that's what you want though i won't lie and say that i haven't had it because i have. I've tried a multitude of blood and let me tell you, camel does NOT taste good at all.

About a century later during one of my many travels I met another vampire with a soul. As a regular vampire he was a monster. Beyond cruel. Most gratitude to the gypsy clan Kalderash, that cursed him. He got caught killing the clans favorite daughter now walks around with a shiny new soul, depressed all the time.

Forced to remember all the people he killed in detail. Cant have a moment of happiness or risks being reverted back to his assholy self. He is actually a nice guy now with the soul. Once you get past the whole brooding thing. And trust me when i say there's a lot of brooding. Anne Rice could redo Interview with a Vampire with him.

Calls himself Angel now. Ironic considering that he's a vamp.

Eventually moving to The New- um America as its called now. The vampire population has grown since the influx of people wanting to be free. It was worse during the Great Depression when vampires could pick up anyone and not get supected of anything.

Anyway I occasionally go out on graveyards hunts looking for vampires to stake. Slayer instincts don't die if they do they die hard apparently. So here we are now in one of my few beach houses along the California coast.

I know what your thinking. What does a vampire need with a beach house because Sun + vampire equals no tan and dust in the wind. Well I like to live in style and there is no way your going to catch me some creep old musty castle. Nope. Maybe i should go out

I am Elizabeth Anne Summers AKA Buffy. This is my life. TBC

Just tell me what you think. Cuz once this i outta my system the i can unstick New Girl. I must warn you around June i will not be able to write much not only is school ending but im going to a beach house for a few days with friends and then on a plane to Ohio.

Also im am re-reading my stories before i post em to check for the horrible grammer i know is there. It should be (hopefully) better.

Im a busy busy girl. Sorry :( i hope my readers of New Girl will forgive me. Kag/San