I own neither Glee nor Buffy. I won't even pretend to.

Lucy: The Vampire Slayer

Chapter 1: Fucking Ohio

Dawn's POV

I cannot believe my first assignment as a Watcher is... here. Lima fucking Ohio. I mean seriously? Of all the places in the world. I have yet to meet my slayer yet but judging by the collective student body I've seen my hopes are not high. As I sit here, in what I was told is the choir room, I can't help wonder why I didn't get assigned somewhere like France or London, and then I remember who my sister is. Buffy probably thought having me in a place where nothing happens would keep me safe but she seems to have forgotten that there is a hellmouth about an hour away. Unfortunately, as I flip through the local newspaper, I realize that maybe that hour makes a difference.

No 'mysterious animal attacks'. No victims with missing internal organs. No virgin sacrifices. Nothing.

Before I can contemplate this further, a curly haired man in a vest comes in the room. I stand up, holding out my hand as I introduce myself. "Dawn Summers, I'm your new T.A." His momentary suprise leaves as he shakes my hand. "Will Schuester"

Mr. Schuester starts to tell me about his glee club and I realize that the cover Giles gave me was as a music studies student. I shudder as I recall my musical nightmare from a few years ago and silently curse my british mentor. Will is looking at me expectantly and I must have tuned him out completely because I have no idea what he was saying. "I'm very excited to be here," I try and it must have appeased him because he just smiles and nods as an asian couple stroll into the room, accompanied by a boy in a wheelchair being pushed by a guy with bottle blonde hair. They both appear to be chatting with a black girl behind them. They all give me strange looks as they walk to their seats before settling and continuing their conversations.

A boy with a mohawk and a freakishly tall teen seem to be talking about some videogame but the shorter one stops listening long enough to leer at me with a shit eating grin before walking to their chairs. The bowtie is the first thing I notice about the next kid whose gelled back hair is being fretted with by another boy wearing, for some reason, a beret. I don't get enough time to be weirded out by that because I hear:

"Hello, you must be new here. My name is Rachel Barbra Berry, future broadway star, I would strive to remember that name if I were you because-"

"Berry, if you don't shut the hell up I will go all Lima Heights-"

"Leave her alone Santana."

Despite the rest of that appearing to be commonplace, the defense of the short girl seems to come as a shock to the rest of the club. The girl, Santana I assume, smirks at the blonde girl who spoke before she is pulled by another cheerleader to the chairs. I hold back a groan becaues that smirk is way to familiar to be considered a good sign.

"Thank you Quinn."

As the club continues to stare at her, the teen shrugs before taking a seat in the back next to the other two cheerleaders. Rachel beams brightly and is about to continue before Mr. Schuester claps his hands and she is forced to her place, a chair in the front. Shocker.

The teacher introduces me to the kids and I frown as none of their names match with the one I was given. This immediately sours my mood as I take my own seat with one thought on my mind:

'Who the hell is Lucy?'