A/N: I should be working on my Doctor Who story, but I have a lot of inspiration for this one. Basically it's my oc from our universe who is somehow dropped into the Buffy verse. I know she will end up shipped with someone, but I'm not sure who just yet. If you like the story and want to see the character with someone, I'm open to any ideas or suggestions.

And yes this chapter is very short, but it's more of a test drive than anything else. Enjoy. :)

"Hi, sweetheart. How did the audition go?"

I placed the car keys on the hook by the door and sighed. "Alright," I answered as I locked the front door behind me. "Mr Cook said that I could be in the symphonic band. He said I was good for only playing for like five years. And Mrs Evans said that I auditioned really well for choir, so I can be in chambers."

Grandmama came out from the living room to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, I'm so excited for you, honey. Now I want you to go to your room and make sure you have everything ready for school, alright? You've only got two more days."

"Yeah, I know," I replied as I stepped past her. "Don't remind me."

The night before school started, I had a nightmare. A man wearing all black was standing in some sort of cavern or cave. His face was white and deformed and absolutely hideous and his fingernails were long and claw-like. Protruding from his mouth were two yellowed fangs tipped with blood.

He suddenly turned his head just an inch and stared right at me. My heart stopped. "You are not supposed to be here," he growled at me. "You don't belong here."

I stumbled backwards in a frantic attempt to get away from the creature. He grinned and I could see all of his teeth. "Oh, the things you'll see. The things you'll do." I fell back with a thud and screamed. "The pain, the loss... The guilt."

I woke with a start, my alarm clock blaring beside me and sun filtering through my window. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest. I grabbed my glasses from my bedside table and stared up at the ceiling, the dream still fresh in my mind.

"God, I just want this year to be over."

I'd moved to Sunnydale only a week earlier after the death of my mother. She had been found dead just a block away from our home, all her blood drained and her neck mutilated. Because my father was living in Boston and I had no desire whatsoever to see him again, my grandmother had taken me into her home on Revello Drive for my final year of high school.

Grandmama was quiet and reserved, like me, and didn't usually leave the house for anything other than church or for groceries. That meant that I had to drive myself to school and anywhere else I needed to be. I didn't mind because it gave me more alone time for things like reading and watching Doctor Who reruns and eating.

Since I was a senior, I didn't have to take many classes. My schedule consisted of English, French, choir, band, and library aide, plus one free period at the beginning of the day. At my previous school, I had often spent my free time in the library and had become good friends with the librarian there. I hoped that I could repeat that at Sunnydale High or, at the very least, make at least one friend.