Author's Note-so this supernatural story is something I'm trying. Wish me luck! Also, it's supposed to be somewhat confusing. You can ask me questions in messages or reviews, and I'll do my best to try to answer them without giving away the plot line.

Usually when a person walks through a cemetery alone at nighttime they expected to be alone. No one that I knew would voluntarily go into a cemetery to meet up with someone...that is unless they were sick in the head and had fantasies of being with a creep and a lot of dead people.

I must be mentally disturbed too since I was alone and walking through a cemetery. But in all fairness, I wasn't really myself. In fact, I hadn't really been myself for a whole week. My parents had just died in a car accident and my whole life had been turned upside down. So when I continued walking away from their freshly covered gravesite, I was a little bit more shocked to see a man in a suit standing twenty feet in front of me.

I yelped a little. A fifteen year old girl and a much older man alone in a cemetery didn't sound like the most ideal situation. Before I could make my legs work again, the man came closer to me.

"Don't run away." His voice was soft and calm. After all that I had been through I didn't want to be soft and calm. I wanted to be violent and angry at the drunk driver who decided to drive his car under the influence. "Are you Gabriella Montez?"

I lifted my chin up so that I would be able to inform this man that I wouldn't be intimidated by him. "That depends," I said nastily, or at least as nasty as I could get, "who wants to know?'

"I'm Charles Danforth. I was sent here to train you; to prepare you for what's coming. You're the special one everyone thought had died."

As Charles was talking I hadn't noticed that he became even closer. He was now at a normal conversation distance. I should have been running for the hills, but the words I was just told intrigued me a little. As if my life wasn't full of excitement, now I have some dude telling me that I was a 'special' person.

"Look here, my mother spent my whole fifteen years of life calling me special. So hearing it from you is just…weird and a little disturbing." I crossed my arms, an unusual feeling coming over me. The feeling put me on even more alert.

Charles took off his hat as he looked at me with sad eyes.

I heard about your parents. I'm very sorry to hear about your loss. If I'm correct, you are now living with your grandmother?

Except Charles didn't say that out loud, but I heard him anyways. I'm what some people would call a telepath. I can read peoples' minds. Supposedly it runs in my family on my mother's side. She wasn't a telepath, and neither was my grandma, but my great-grandma was. I never had a chance to meet her, but from what my grandma and mom told me, great-grandma Eliza was one heck of a woman.

My jaw tightened. Out of the corner of my eye I swore I saw a movement to my right. "Who the fuck are you to ask who I live with? If you keep me any longer my grandma is going to worry and call the cops on your ass."

There's a ghoul approaching us. You must kill it.

My head was buzzing now. When I didn't listen in on peoples' minds, I felt like a normal kid, but when my emotions got the better of me, I couldn't stop other peoples' thoughts from entering my head. It was very hard to be around me if you knew I could read your mind at anytime during the day.

"A what?" I nearly yelled, even though I could sense another's presence near us. "Are you crazy?"

Charles decided to actually speak out loud now. He must have thought I needed full concentration to do what he wanted me to do…which was basically die because I could not fight. I don't even think I could fight to save my life. I'm more of a laid back kind of person who believed in peace and love.

"You must fight the ghoul. Out in this world now, it's either you or them," Charles warned.

I wanted to ask who them was, but I didn't really get a chance to because at that moment a dead looking zombie made itself known with a low growl. Although it wasn't a zombie. Charles said that it was a ghoul. Although to me, it was a white/grayish creature that had wiry hair that was thinning at the top. Its body was long, and the arms looked lean. Yeah right, there was no way I could even attempt to fight this thing.

"Charles…I…what…" I stuttered out words left and right as the ghoul locked eyes with me.

When it attacks you have to snap its neck or pierce its heart.

"Pierce it with what?" I yelled, my tone was mixed with anger and panic.

I took a step back, but the ghoul took many steps forward. "Catch!" Charles called out, and before I could even register what he threw at me, I put my hand out and caught a wooden stake without effort. My eyes went wide as I looked at the piece of wood in my hand. How in the world had I caught that?

I didn't have time to answer the question because before I looked away from my hand a limb flung at my face and knocked me to the ground. My face stung, but not as much as it should have. I looked up into the eyes of the enemy. It had one red eye and one human normal looking eye.

To be honest, it kind of turned me on. The excitement of one of us dying sent a line of pleasure through my body. It was either him or me.

It walked closer to me, saliva running from its mouth. I was still on the ground, with my hands behind me, scrambling backwards to try to keep distance. What the hell was Charles doing just standing there and watching? I was going to die!

Get back on your feet! Charles demanded in his head.

I sloppily stood up, the stake still in my hand awkwardly. The ghoul swung out his hand again, but I ducked just in time, and instead of standing up fully again, I decided to ram my shoulder into its gut; making us both fall to the ground with a thump.

The next couple of moments were a blur, but somehow I managed to straddle the disgusting looking being and plunged the wooden stake into its chest, around the heart area (if ghouls even had hearts?). I sort have felt like this ghoul was like a vampire, if vampires even existed, I didn't quite know yet. At least in all the movies I saw vampires were staked in the heart, and I guess other creatures could be easily stabbed also.

A green substance spurted out from its chest and mouth, and I just sat on top of it. The white jacket I wore to keep warm was definitely ruined. My Grandma was going to kill me for staining this jacket.

My mouth hung open as my hands firmly gripped the wooden stake that was plunged halfway into the ghoul.

"Holy cow," I whispered in astonishment.

Charles stepped forward again, a small grin on his face. I had an eerie feeling that Charles didn't grin like that too often. "You are the Chosen One. You, Gabriella Montez, possess a gift that no one in this world has."

Charles walked on over to me, and held out his hand. He helped me to my feet.

"You are a killer."

I think I passed out after that because I don't remember anything else about the night I executed my first demon.

…Ten Years Later…

"Order's up," Chad called from the kitchen of the bar I worked at. Chad Danforth was Charles Danforth's only child. Charles actually owned the bar/restaurant that I worked at. I was a waitress or barmaid depending on how you looked at it. "Table six Gabs," Chad said the moment I appeared at the window that allowed me to see his face and into the kitchen. "It's pretty packed out there."

"Yeah," I agreed with a smile. "But that means that I get great tips."

I was twenty-four years old. I had never gone to college because of my 'gift'. Instead, I worked at Danforth's Bar and Grill. It was the ideal job that worked perfectly for my schedule. I was a night person. Some even called me 'creature of the night' due to me mostly sleeping during the day and working at night. You see, I'm the Chosen One who has to fight against evil creatures, demons, and beings. I even faced a witch and warlock the night of my twenty-first birthday and saved a whole classroom of little kids.

The problem with being the Chosen One was that it meant I had to patrol around town, look for any creatures that lurked in the two cemeteries our little town had and the various dark alleys and woods of my town. What sucked about patrolling was that most creatures only came out at night. So if I worked a daytime job and had to patrol at night then I wouldn't get any sleep. But with my shifts at the restaurant I could work at night, my shifts would end at around midnight, and then patrol. Then when the sun would come up, I could sleep.

"Here's your burger," I said with a sweet smile. The man I delivered the burger to licked his lips.

Boy, I would sure love to get this woman undressed.

A scowl crossed my face as I turned away abruptly. I hated accidentally listening in on thoughts of people. If my life wasn't hard enough, then I just had to be a telepath. My mother and my father used to tell me how special I was, but I didn't feel special. I just felt weird.

After my very first night in the cemetery with Charles he took me home and talked to my Grandma May. He told her everything I was expected to do. He explained how ideally I should live with him to train, but emotionally it would be best if I would have stayed with my Grandma. And so I went to school, returned home to my Grandma's cooking, and after having a snack and attempting homework I would either patrol or train with Charles and Chad. Chad didn't have any special gifts like me, but he kept up fairly well. Of course, if I wanted to, all I would have to do is punch him once and he would be out for hours.

"Hey Girlie," Sharpay Evans said the moment I turned in one of the orders for Chad to cook. Sharpay was my best friend. She had been my friend the moment we entered kindergarten together. She knew all about me being the Chosen One and a telepath. She took it all in strides and stuck by me when times were hard. She was there for me when my parents passed away, she was with me when our school was under attack by flying demons, and she was with me two years previous when my Grandma May passed away too.

"Hey. What are you doing here on your night off?" I asked as I stepped behind the bar to help Taylor, the barmaid out. She was the only one behind the bar besides me. Charles usually was here to help Taylor, but he was off at some retreat until the following day.

"Zeke canceled on me. He said he had 'business' to take care of." Sharpay huffed and puffed. That was just how things went in our circle of five friends.

This is his third time this week!

"Oh honey," I said and laid my hand on top of Sharpay's hand in comfort. "I know Zeke does this a lot, but he really does care about you."

Sharpay's eyes bugged. "Get out of my head. You said you would stop doing that Gabi," Sharpay whined.

"Sorry."

"Zeke cancel again?" Taylor asked as she buzzed past me to help a customer who had just sat down at the bar.

Everything looks so good in here…everyone looks good enough to eat. Do I want a red head…or a brunette? Hmmm…

"Gabi, are you even listening to me?" Sharpay snapped.

My eyes scanned the bar. Most creatures know who the Chosen One is; however, they did not know that I was a telepath. I can read their thoughts, with exceptions to a couple of individuals. The only problem with being a telepath is that when I'm fighting I can't concentrate on their thoughts and fight at the same time. If I did I would know what they're planning on doing for their next offensive attack, but my mind wouldn't be concentrating on myself and my next fight move. Most likely, I would know if they were planning on hitting me, but I wouldn't be fast enough to defend myself (and believe me, I was quick and strong).

"Shut it Shar," I demanded distantly. She immediately picked up that I was eavesdropping on others, but she understood why I did what I did.

The blonde at the bar looks too high maintenance and a screamer. I can't stand screamers. But the brunette waitress…Oh shit! She's looking with her big doe eyes and come-fuck-me glow.

The voice inside my head made me shiver. I connected eyes with the man who was sitting at another waitress's table. He nodded at me, raised his beer, and took a sip. I mustered a smile.

The guy stood up and if I was still my fifteen year old self I would have gulped at his handsomeness. Some mysterious beings were handsome, and I would be a liar if I said that I wasn't attracted to some of their looks, however, on the other hand, some were just plain ugly.

The guy was a very serious six foot, lean muscles, and long arms and legs. He had shoulder length brown hair that was tied at the base of his neck. He winked at me as he left the bar. I have been winked at by a lot of people in my time, and I knew the dangerous winks when I saw them.

"That's my cue to follow. If I'm not back in five minutes then get Chad for me, alright?" I said as I passed the pool table to grab a pool stick as a weapon. We were just lucky that this unknown dangerous creature didn't choose another victim, or else I would have had to expose my secret life to another victim.

"Be careful Gabi," Sharpay said as she downed the shot Taylor put in front of her.

My ten year mark was coming close as being the Chosen One. In one week I'll be twenty-five, and that scared the crap out of me. In ten years I have fought and conquered different demons, vampires (although nearly half the population of vampires were good), and mystical beings. I have made friends and enemies, although my enemies were mostly dead now thanks to me and my friends. So really, this guy/immortal would really be no match for me.

The moment I stepped foot outside I sensed his being again. I held the pool stick closer to me as I rounded the corner to the alley of the bar. The moment the light left my face from the outside of the restaurant a hand reached out to grab me, but I dodged it and sent a kick into my enemy of the night.

My kick slowed him down, but not for long. He launched at me, his fangs showing. I should have known that he was a vampire, and deep down I did, although I just jumped into this fight without even thinking. If I would have taken one more minute in the bar with Sharpay then I would have known what I was fighting and I could have staked him a lot easier.

"My mother always said not to play with my food, but you're just too cute to pass up." He sent a punch to my face, which I didn't duck for. I recognized that voice. It was the voice of my high school football team. This vampire was Derek White, and he was our school's quarterback.

"Derek?" I asked, although it was no use. If this vampire was bad, (which I'm pretty sure he was since he was trying to suck my blood and kill me without permission) then there was no use in trying to reach his good side. He was a goner to evil.

You see, if he asked me to suck my blood, and I willingly let him, then he was counted as being a good vampire. In order to be a good vampire, that consisted of not actually killing people for blood. They generally had humans volunteer to let them bite them. Vampire bites felt like the ultimate goodness (or so I've been told).

"I always thought you were pretty," he said.

I sent a punch to his jaw and a kick to his gut. "And I always thought you were a jackass." I broke the pool stick in half to make one end even pointier. Charles always had to buy extra pool sticks. We had a whole stock of them in the back room of the bar.

He surprised me with a sharp punch to my stomach and a kick to my back. Derek had me pinned against the wall before I could count to two. He moved my hair away from my neck with his nose, and the moment before he could plunge his teeth into my veins I swiftly forced the stick into his heart. His face looked surprised before his body decomposed into ash right before my face. The wind was just enough to blow his ash over my body, and I glared into the wall in front of me. I hated when vampire ash blew on me. It made me feel all gross.

Just as I tossed my stake aside, I heard clapping coming from down the alley.

Oh, shit!

Usually when clapping comes from down a dark alleyway, it never ended well.