This is my first story ever and would like lots of feedback. I hope you all enjoy it.

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Truth be told I have always loved watching Buffy. It combines some of my favorite things; vampires, romance, and real life drama. What more can a girl ask for? Okay so maybe the real life drama isn't so real life, but it's as close as you can get when living in a demon infested world.

Lately I've been watching "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" for as long as I can get away with it. Not really healthy, I know, but I only watch it in between packing. You see my mom is a real estate agent, a good one at that, and she just got a job transfer; meaning it's time for us to move. My brother and I are sort of bummed out about it, but it's not the first time we've moved because of her job and it won't be the last.

My brother, Jake, he's been in a little prissy fit since he found out. See he just started middle school and he's gotten to be pretty top priority. Yes he's popular, athletic, and sort of stupid, but I still love the little pain. He's 12 right now and he's already at the party hard teenage stage. This really scares my mom, but I know secretly his idea of a party is hanging out at the arcade. He loves air hockey and Dance Dance Revolution. Plus he
already has a girlfriend. I feel bad for him about that. Long distance relationships don't really work out.

I guess it makes sense that he would already be dating. I mean he has my mom's light brown hair and her hazel eyes He's the average height for a 12 year old and he's quite the looker too. I'm proud to have such a cute brother, but he'd kill me if he knew that.

I guess it's sort of sad to be jealous of your little brother, but I am. He's so much more athletic than I am. I'm the exact opposite of him. I trip and fall at least twice every day. He has amazing balance. I also couldn't stand all those training sessions he goes through. He can wake up at 6 am and run a mile if he was told to. How can I compare to that? Well actually I have one talent I'm proud of. I have very good reflexes. I think it's from always falling and I'm used to having to catch something to break my fall. I can catch or block just about anything that comes flying at me. It's a gift.

Unlike my brother and mom I have my dad's dark brown hair. I like it 'cause it is tinted red when under a bright light. Also like my dad, I have golden brown eyes. Mom says he was quite handsome. I miss my father a lot; he died when I was real little so I don't remember much about him. Mom says he died a hero, but she never told me exactly how. It always makes her sad so I tend to try and avoid the topic. He died the year after my brother was born. It makes me sad that he will never know our dad.

I remember that mom was really sad for a long time and I ended helping out around the house a lot. I sort of drew back from people then too. Instead I started to hang out at the graveyard near his grave or at the forest near our house. I never really liked being at the house all day. Well unless I was writing or listening to music. Not long after that we moved, but I still hung out at graveyards. They feel comfortable to me. Sort of creepy and morbid I know, but it doesn't frighten me like it does other people.

Eventually people at school found out that I hung out at graveyards and since we were still little kids around six or seven I was singled out as a vampire or the "freaky goth kid". Pathetic right? I didn't make that many friends at any of the schools I went to. The few that I did were the outcasts in school. Usually they were boys so I'm pretty much a tomboy. I also ended up with a sort of a perverted mind. SO NOT MY FAULT! Hanging around guys does that to you. Talking to people is easy though, that is when I actually have the chance to do so. It's just that roomers are big blockades that keep people away. One roomer that's really bad is that I carry a voodoo doll around; which is sadly kind of true. Well not the voodoo part mind you, but the doll part.

Its not that I carry it out in the open, but people do eventually find out certain things. I carry my doll around because it was given to me by my grandmother. She hand crafted it herself. The main design for it was from the ball jointed dolls from Tokyo. She handed it to me and said, "My little Shell, this is a special doll named Simon. I made him especially for you." I loved it instantly. I love my grandmother very much, but she disappeared two years ago and we have no idea where she went. I like having it close because it makes me feel like she's still close.

"Michelle have you finished packing all your stuff yet?" Mom called from down the hall.

"Packed and ready to go," I call as I tape the last box and mark it as books. "Hey mom can I watch Buffy? I want to finish the last season."

"Yes go ahead. Its late though so don't stay up too long."

"Promise", I say as I close my bedroom door. I pick up Simon and pop in season seven episode eighteen "Lies My Parents Told Me" And I have to say I can't wait to watch it. I sort of have a crush on Spike, but come on who doesn't? I fiddle with the picture of Spike that I put on a necklace a month ago and smile. I then turn off my lights and hop on my bed. "So Simon what do you think of Spike?" I ask as I turn on the TV and DVD player. Of course he just stares at me. "Yeah me too," I laugh as the main menu comes on. "Let the show begin," I then press play.

Awhile later I'm caught up in the show. As I watch I feel so bad for Spike. God he's been through some tough **. I close my eyes right after he stakes his mom, feeling so sad. As I do I feel something small and wet slide down my cheek. I open my eyes and reach up to find I'm crying. "Weird," I say. Now I'm not a heartless being but I don't cry often. I look at Simon "Guess I really feel bad for the big lug."

I turn back to the TV to finish my show, but as I watch it my eyes slowly drift shut.

XXXXXX

I woke up to the strong smell of incense mixed with something else. Funny I didn't remember lighting any before going to bed and I'm really sure I don't own any that smell like that. I roll over still groggy with sleep and decide to ignore it. I wiggle around trying to get comfortable, which is nearly impossible because my bed seems to have become incredibly lumpy. The pillow also seems to be flat almost like it's nonexistent. I open my eyes to see what's wrong with my bed and sit up suddenly when I realize what the other scent is. It smells like smoke.

I'm about to go screaming to mom and Jack about the fire when I realize: I'm not in my bed. Hell, I'm not even in my room. I jump out of a makeshift cot and scoot over to one of the far corners of what seems to be a tent. "What the hell?" I whisper. The tent I'm in is full of lit candles and incense "Were am I?" I look down to see I'm still wearing what I was laying in earlier. "What happened last night?" I say trying to remember. Saying it aloud makes me fell less alone, "Let's see I was packing. Then I went and watched some
more Buffy. I got really comfortable in bed. Oh, that's it I must of fallen asleep. Yes I'm asleep and I'm dreaming," some of the tension in my shoulders leaves and I realize then I must have been more scared than I thought. "If this is a dream then why do I feel like I'm wide awake?" I stood there for at least a good minute just trying to figure out what to do next. After a moment I decide to see what's hiding outside the tent walls.

I slowly make my way over to the flap that leads outside. I stare at it for a second than reach out and pull it back. Outside I notice the ground is really cold. I look down to see that I'm barefooted. Brilliant. I then notice there's a fire right in front of me. Wait, no. Fires not the right word for it. It's more like a bon fire. It's so hot and I can hear the
crackling of the flames. So I really did smell a fire, just not a house fire. I close my eyes to feel the warmth flowing from it. It reminds me of camping with my grandmother.

When a thought of her passes through my mind I hear her voice calling my name. My eyes open to see someone standing on the other side of the fire. "Grandma?" I call as I start walking around the flames. "Grandma is that you?" As I get closer I can see more and more of the person standing on the other side and I would know that smile anywhere. "Grandma!" I say with my own smile spreading on my face.

"Oh little one I'm so happy for you," she says as she gives me a big hug. "Oh I've missed you so much," I was starting to cry again. God I missed her.

"Where are we?" I ask and slightly pull away to look at her.

"I can't tell you much right now, you're still not ready," her smile falters for a second, "you've gotten so big and you're so strong," she's staring at me, "you're full of so much love." she says kissing my forehead. " It's time you and Simon start your journey."

"What do you mean?"

"You're going to move somewhere very dangerous so you're going to have to look after your mom and brother," she explains while looking serious.

"Okay…" I say still confused.

"We've given you a gift. Something people have only dreamed about. You are the only one that has proved yourself worthy of it. Do you understand?" she whispers.

"No not really, but its okay I'll still watch mom and Jake though," I respond with a nervous smile.

"Then I guess there's only one more thing to say," she says pulling me close again. I breathe in deep to get that familiar smell of her perfume that always clings to her. I stiffen a little when I do. Since when does Gran smell like leather, smokes and whiskey?

"What the-?" I gasp opening my eyes.

"Welcome to Sunnydale," a voice says with a British accent. I pull away and come face to face with—Spike? I stumble back and stare at the grinning face in front of me. Then before I realize it I've burnt my hand on the fire directly behind me-

"Ouch", I shout sitting up in my own bed. I look at my hand to see that two of my fingers are slightly red. "What the…" I say staring at the freshly made red burn marks.

"Well, that's what you get for not watching where you're going," a little voice calls out. I look down to see Simon standing up on his own. "Hi," he waves looking up at me before I start screaming and fall of my bed.

"What-what?"