Chapter one

The cemetery was cold that night. Eighteen year old, Hannah Price, walked alone and a little afraid down the sidewalk. She clenched her silver cross necklace every now and then for comfort and read headstones to get her mind off things. That wasn't a good thing. A slayer should always be ready, always on her toes, full attention on her surroundings. This was not Hannahs' first time alone and it certainly wasn't her first time in a cemetery, but something tonight was diffrent. Something new had arrived, what, she didn't know, but her slayer instincts were tingling.

Hannah, knew that she didn't have much of a choice anyway. She could hang out in a cemetery all night, or stay at home and listen to her father lecture her about the way her life was going. She'd like to think that her life was going great, okay maybe not great, but better then most. It was hard to have the wieght of the world on your shoulders, school, and friends. Trying to make everyone happy at once. Hannah, knew that her grades were slipping, but her father had her training around the clock, so alot of her free time went to friends. All she wanted was one . . . ONE day were she could be normal. A normal girl in Los Angeles California, who surfed, had a boyfriend, top grades, and didn't have to wake up every morning wondering if today was the day she was going to die.

She yawned deeply and was just about ready to head back to her car, when in the distance she heard someone singing. No, not someone . . . something. Which also wasn't a good thing.

" Hannah" the female voice giggled.

Hannah rolled her eyes " Are we going to mess around or are we just going to fight. I'm fricking tired!"

A vampire mistress came into view. Dressed in red, rather tall, and had dark blue eyes that were hidden behind blond bangs. Those eyes were staring at Hannah like she was a piece of meat. The vampire giggled agian.

" This is the slayer?" she asked. " Please, spare me the gags"

" No gag. Believe it or not, that whole one and only thing ended almost twenty years ago. Suprise!"

" Yeah, but I guess that just makes it more interesting" she said smiling at her.

" Yeah, so that just means you'll get your ass staked faster"

The vampires smile faded and to Hannahs' horror the vampire had flung herself on top of the young slayer.

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" Where is she?" Angel asked pacing his office. " I knew we should have sent someone with her"

" We already sent someone to the cemetery, Sir." The associate said to Angel.

" Good, from now on I want someone with her." he said taking a seat at his desk. " I don't want this going on anymore"

The young man nodded and left the office, while Wesley walked in.

" Where's Hannah?" he asked. " I thought she was training with you tonight"

" She hasn't been home yet, Wes."

" Angel. . ."

" Don't worry" Angel said putting up a hand to calm him. " I've already sent some. . . Hannah!"

Hannah limped her way into the room. Her black shirt was ripped across the shoulder and covered in blood. Her lip was split open and bleeding as well as a small cut on her forehead.

" Hannah" Wesley said nervously going to his daughters aid. "Are you alright?"

" No, I'm not alright!" she said angerly. " What the bloody hell do you think!"

" Hannah" Wesley said sternly. " I know your upset, but don't talk to me like that"

" Did they find you?" Angel asked handing her a napkin to get the blood off her lip.

" No, but a vampire did."

" A vampire did this to you? You take on vamps every night!" Angel said.

" Was there something diffrent about her? Are you sure it was just a vampire?" Wesley asked.

" Yes, I was just. . . destracted." she whispred the last part, because she knew better then that. Every slayer has to be ready for anything, never be destracted.

" What has been going on with you lately?" Wesley asked. " You've been trained. You know what needs to be done, Hannah. Your going to be watched constintly now. Your not to hunt alone."

" Thats bullshit!"

" Hannah!" Wesley said angerly. " Until you take your slaying seriously your not to be alone. It's time to grow up."

Hannah gave him a blank look. " Yes, Grandpa" she said snottily. It always pissed him off when she brought up her grandfather. They didn't get along at all and Hannah knew that it bothered him. Sure, she would feel guilty about it later, but at the moment she didn't care. Every now and then her father did act like her grandfather and it made him remember what it was like for him being a teenager.

" Fred" Angel said on the phone. " Hannahs back. Bring some first aid, please"

" I'm fine. I just want to go home and get some sleep." she said holding the napkin to her lip.

Fred came rushing into the room within moments carrying bandages and a large bottle of peroxide. She sat these things on Angel's desk and Wesley ordered her to sit in the chair, which she did. Hannah rolled her eyes annoyed and let Fred put the peroxide on her forhead.

" I'm fine" Hannah said clenching her teeth, but continued to hold her arm protectivly.

" Oh, really?" Fred said flicking , Hannah's, shoulder.

" Oww!" she jumped. " Fine, whatever. I'm a slayer, remember? I heal fast and easy, so can we just get some chill time?"

Fred taped a bandage to her forhead and went to inspect her shoulder.

" I hope you relise what happens when you don't pay attention" Angel said.

" Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can I go now?"

" Hannah" Wesley warned her. He had a short temper to night and Hannah didn't care if she was pushing it.

Fred said, " Well, I think your shoulders going to be fine, but keep it wrapped up for now, okay?"

" Yes. Thank you, Fred" Wesley said. " Come on, Hannah, lets get you wrapped up and home. You have school in the morning"

" Goodie" she replayed sarcasticly while Fred started putting the peroxide on her shoulder.

Well, here is chapter one. Hope you enjoyed it. Please continue to read and review. Thanks+