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Summary: Reanna Masen, moved to Sunnydale in hopes of living a normal life. But when the dead keep rising and more battles that need fighting continue to ruin her life – she'll never catch a break. So, what happens when she realises there really is no out to this life – her 'Destiny' has already been chosen for her whether she likes it or not. She's {The Vampire Slayer}.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fanfic | Destiny | Welcome to the Hellmouth – Part 1
Reanna tossed and turned in her white puffy sheets, a thin layer of sweat rolling down her forehead as images filled her mind. The dark blue detailed duvet latching to her skin as the material started to stick to her slightly soaked skin.
A cavern with a hundred different lanterns and candles scattered around the dark; dank room. A cold shiver strained down the spine of everyone who would witness the gore, the place filled with evil beyond imagine – death awaits anyone who enters.
The blonde groaned in her sleep; her lips pursing in distress as the images continue to bombard her head.
Dozens of graveyards and tombstones flashed before her, all different shapes and sizes – the mausoleum angels sending messages beyond the graves. Different demons and monsters showing themselves in their true glory – masses of disassembled bodies starting to pile up into the hundreds.
A book with the title 'Vampyr' made its appearance, a cross made from the holy god and a small little necklace with a silver cross neatly packaged inside a tiny gift box that would keep you safe from what goes bump in the night.
The dead walking across a field, their lifeless eyes boring into the ones they wanted to kill. A crimson liquid running down in a drip form, litres of it pouring like wine from a bottle – but much too thick to be a processed drink humans would digest.
Clips of vampires suddenly lit up; hundreds of them – all different of course but each with their own style of darkness.
One of the vampires stood out though; the bumps and veins on that face of his looked natural and deformed – a growl rippled through his throat….
Reanna let out a breezy gasp as her eyes snapped open, her pupils shifting from side to side for a moment before realising that she was now awake. Her breathing laboured as her eyes were suddenly blinded by the bright light coming in from her bedroom window – the curtain was drawn by an inch – but that seemed to be enough to catch her pale face in the morning.
The blonde wiped a shaky hand over her face, realising that a layer of sweat had accumulated over night from the nightmares she'd been having regularly. It was no surprise, given what she had become – but that wasn't her anymore, not now. She was done with that life.
"Reanna?" An older males voice came through her closed door, her head snapped over to the direction – her mind was still bleary with tiredness but her hair seemed to be a mess too. "Reanna?" The voice came again, the familiar spoken words of her father – Mike Masen. "Come on, you're brother's already up." Reanna closed her eyes to repress a groan – her brother, David. He was the new golden boy in the family, ever since the many events that led to them having to move to a new town and start their lives again.
Reanna sighed, lifting herself up into a seated position but still cocooned in the warm comfy sheets. "Alright, dad!" She called loudly, scratching her head as she looked around her room – there were moving boxes everywhere. The only thing that was really up; was the bed, a foreboding feeling lifted inside of her as she thought of the work she's gonna have to do when she got home tonight. 'Fun' She thought sarcastically. "I'm up!" She shouted again, making sure the elder man heard her so she could be alone to get ready. She loved her dad, but sometimes he could be overbearing without even realising it.
"Good," He replied back, his low-toned voice coming through louder, "You don't want to be late for your first day at school."
"No," The blonde sighed dejectedly, the feeling of wanting to just stay home all day crossing her mind. But she had to go, unfortunately – she couldn't ruin it for her family anymore, "Wouldn't want that." Footsteps could be heard as they went down the hallway, making their way downstairs.
Reanna flung the covers off her body before getting out of bed, trying to make the most of her already opened moving boxes to find something to wear that doesn't make her look terrible for a first impression.
~ 1 ~
In the end; Reanna was able to find a jean skirt that lifted just above her knees, a navy blue tank top and a white cardigan with buttons that were all done up except from the top three. Her feet wore simple flats that were easy to walk in, despite any situation she may find herself into – something always does seem to happen with her luck.
The blonde pulled up in a truck size car with her father driving in the driver's seat, her older brother sitting in the back as he went to the same school as she did – well, for another year anyway. He was 2 years older than she was – very smart for his age too which put a dent in the amount of things she could out-do him in. If the challenge was fighting vampires? She'd win by a long-shot but neither him or her father knew about that part of her life, and it was going to stay that way.
The classic yellow school busses pulled up with over a dozen kids to the side, the school grounds were filled with hundreds of students awaiting to start their classes of the day and get home as soon as possible to spend time with friends and NOT study.
Mike turned to his two kids; Reanna in the front seat and David in the back seat, "Okay." He smiled.
Reanna let out a sigh as she gazed out the window just as David spoke up, "Bye dad!" He called before yanking open the car door, strolling into the school ground – already trying to fit in for his first day.
The blonde took one last look at her father before opening the door herself, stepping out of the car just as her father says, "Have a good time, Rea." He told her, "I know you're gonna make friends right away. Just think positive." Reanna just gave him a small nod, not really sure herself – her long blonde hair flicking over her shoulder every time she turned around.
"And sweetheart!" Mike called again, getting his daughter's attention before she went waltzing off for her first day – she had turned to him with a frown of confusion. "Please try not to get kicked out again." His tone of the begging kind.
A guilty sensation brewed beneath Reanna's heart, the memory of what she did last time to get kicked out of her last school filtered in her brain once again, "I promise." She told him with a certain tone, needing to make sure herself that she'd stay away from the vampire crap this time – she didn't even want it before and she didn't want it now.
Mike looked relieved to hear those words come from her mouth, "Good." He nodded, giving her one last encouraging look before turning on the engine to his car – speeding off to get to the new job he was put on for. Assistant manager for the local museum.
The blonde watched her father drive away before looking to the school building – heading inside ready to enrol herself into the studies of Sunnydale High.
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Reanna sat in the single chair in front of the Principle's desk, the room itself had a large window behind the piece of furniture; the window cascaded into the school grounds – it would be a great place to spy on the kids if he even did that in the first place.
"Reanna Masen, little sister to David Masen who was now enrolled not even an hour ago." Principle Flutie read off the transcript that had been sent from her old school, the piece of paper that held both her achievements – and the disasters of her school life. "A Sophomore." He turned the page, "Late of Hamilton High in Los Angeles."
His head nodded as he continued to read the achievements she accomplished at her old school {Before the vampire crap entered her life}, "Interesting record. Quite the career." He sat himself down in the desk chair as he placed the transcript on the desk for a moment. There was only a second to spare before Flutie grabbed the transcript again and ripped it up, the blonde flinching slightly in surprise. He ripped it once more for good measure before placing it back down and turning to his new student with a welcoming smile.
"Welcome to Sunnydale High," He greeted her once more but with more enthusiasm than last time, "A clean slate, Reanna. That's what you get here." Telling her with truth, even though he had not even read the best part of Reanna's transcript before he ripped it up, "What's past is past."
Reanna could feel her shoulders slump slightly in relief, she was a little skeptical that this principle would even let her in after the old gym mishap – 'Maybe he'll never get to see that part on the transcript after all?' She internally hoped.
Principle Flutie continued in his speech, his eyes drifting back down to the transcript; to read something off it – that something made Reanna tense, "We're not interested in what it says on a piece of paper. Even if it says-" He stopped in his words when his eyes widened at the written words before him, "-Woah…!" He choked out, his features paling slightly.
The blonde gulped, her new school nightmare had just come true, "Mr Flutie-" She tried to explain, but the other guy cut her off with a change of subject. "Kids here are free to call me Bob," He cut her off.
Reanna blinked, not expecting that as he threw her off her pleading subject, "Bob-" That felt weird to say.
The man looked dejected as he told her, "But they don't." He suddenly grabbed the tape from his desk draw; now wearing a slight tense look as he brought back broken pieces, fixing them like a puzzle – ready to put them back together and file it away for possible future use.
"I know my transcripts are a little, uh-" The blonde tried to come up with an appropriate word for it, "-unique."
The Principle let out a mindful snort to himself, "Hey…" He drawled out, sticking the tape down between the cracks in the ripped paper, "We're not caring about that. But, uh, let's just say these pages are way beyond 'Unique'." His wording turned to a slightly sarcastic putting. "I would have said 'Dismal' myself." His head turned to her for a second like he seemed to be awaiting a reply.
Reanna suddenly felt defensive, she had to burn down that gym – wow, which sounded bad when you really thought about it, "It wasn't really that bad." She told him, her tone leaving a small piece of hesitation – but the fact of the matter was – no one else knew about her life, they would call her a crazy person if they really knew the truth.
The man looked back at her with a raised disbelieving eyebrow, "You burnt down a gym – how can you say it wasn't that bad?" He looked at her like she had suddenly become crazy – that wasn't new though.
She sighed back at him, realising he had got her there, "Okay, it really sounds bad when you say it like that," Nodding her head before going back into her argument not even a second later, "But…you're not really seeing the big picture – I mean, that gym was full of vampi-" She stopped herself with slightly widened pupils, stopping just in time to change her meaning of words, "Asbestos – and mice, lots and lots of disease-full mice."
The principle shook his head as he finished off putting the transcript together, "Don't worry, Reanna," He assured her, "Any other school, they might say {Watch your step} or {We'll be watching you.}" He took a glance at the now fixed transcript, "But that's just not the way here."
Reanna just looked at him, wondering if the guy was actually telling the truth. In all honesty, she'd been expecting to be kicked out the moment she stepped foot into the school when the Principle found out about the incident at her old school.
"We want to service your needs and help you to respect our needs." He continued to tell her, his mind a little muddled up as he continued, "And if your needs and our needs don't mesh.." He grabbed the fixed document and slammed it inside her new school folder – the blonde jumped at the sudden noise but kept her eyes on the man in front of her.
Reanna gave him a small smile as he gathered all the documents she'd need for her first day, her timetable, a map that didn't really help in all honesty and a list of club activities she could join if she wanted to. Really, all she wanted to do was be a normal girl and study as hard as she could – making her father proud of her again.
~ 1 ~
Reanna sat behind a desk chair in the History room, this was definitely her least favourite subject – always has been and always will be. It was mostly because of the fact that she's absolutely terrible at it like languages, but at the same time she didn't think the subject was really worth anything. What's past is past – unless of course it was something she needed to survive from it.
The History teacher picked up a piece of chalk before writing on the chalk board in italic 'The Black Death', telling everyone what subject they were going to be discussing at that moment. "It's estimated that about 25 million people died in that one four-year span." She spoke to the class, remembering the statistics from the textbook every student should have with them; every day.
The history teacher herself looked to be in her late 30's early 40's, her dark brown hair in one blob on top of her head while her clothing made her look warm and comfy underneath yet older than she could possibly is. All the students looked at her with a bored look, each of them were probably wondering what better things they could be doing with their time other than this. "But the fun part of the Black Plague is that it originated in Europe…how?" There was a moment of silence, like she had been waiting for one of the students to raise their hands and give her the answer.
Reanna's pen moved across the page as she continued to listen, no matter how much she hated the subject – she still needed to pass it in order to graduate. "As an early form of germ warfare." The teacher continued when no one answered for her. The part that the blonde really didn't get was, how the teacher could think 'The Black Plague' was fun – even if she only meant a part of it. It sounded downright terrible, especially if so many people died from it.
The teacher pointed her finger to one of the textbooks beside her for reference, "If you'll look at the map on page 63, you can trace the spread of the disease-" She began. Reanna's head shot up in slight panic, she wasn't given a textbook – she never even realised that the subject might need one. They never needed one in Hamilton, there were just worksheets to collect and study from at the end of the day. "-into Rome and then north-" The blonde's head turned around to the students next to her, silently praying in her head that one of them would help her out.
Luckily; a brunette girl to the right side of her tapped her arm, the blonde turned to her a little startled at the touch. The brunette looked like one of those girls that accessorises a lot, she seemed to have really high end stuff – expensive stuff…
The girl held out her own copy of the History textbook, the page already open to the map they needed to be looking at. "Thanks." Reanna told her appreciatively as the girl moved in closer so each of them could see what was within the pages. The brunette just beamed like she had just scored a new popular friend.
"-And this popular plague led to what social changes?" The teacher went on, oblivious to the two students, "Steve?" She called out one of the boys as the lesson continued on. Just as the boy went to answer, a bell rung through the room indicating that it was finally the end of lessons until the next one.
Reanna sighed in relief when that bell went; she couldn't wait to get out of class – nothing unusual there. She started to pack up her notebook when the brunette turned to her with a hand out to shake, "Hi, I'm Cordelia." She introduced herself with a sunny personality.
The blonde looked to her with a smile, still thankful from earlier, "I'm Reanna." She told the girl, shaking the hand with a nod.
Reanna placed the books in her shoulder bag just as Cordelia began to speak again, "If you're looking for your own textbook, there's probably a few in the library."
A light ignited in Reanna, she loved a library – that was something she loved about schools and their vast number of books. Yes, she hated school work with all the studying and homework – but she loved to read just normal fiction and non-fiction books. It was a way to get out of the hectic life of a vampire slayer back in LA. "That sounds great." She told the brunette, finally feeling like she found something good in this school. "Oh," She suddenly recalled leaving the 'Map of the School' on the Principle's desk accidently, "Where would that be?"
Both girls stood up from their desk once everything was packed away, "I'll show you." Cordelia exclaimed, "Come on." She gestured the girl to follow behind. Reanna followed her out of the classroom, turning around the corner while they tried to miss the incoming bodies walking to their next classes. "So, you're from Hamilton right? In LA?" She instantly asked the new girl as they moved passed a couple of other people.
"Yeah." Reanna nodded, bringing her bag closer to her body as she tried to miss people bumping into her. She didn't want another accident happening like with the guy who bumped into her when she left the Principles office. All her stuff had fallen out of her bag; even the stuff she needed to keep hidden – she wouldn't slay vampires anymore – it was only for precaution.
Cordelia suddenly grew a longing look with a dreamy smile on her lips, "Oh, I would kill to live in LA." She exclaimed, visions of high end shops floating in her mind, "That close to that many shoes!"
Reanna chuckled in amusement, she had no problem with shopping - she loved it in fact. But high end shopping was never her sort of thing, just the simple stuff would do for her – especially since her latest activities in the weeks before the gym burnt down because of her.
The two of them turned a corner as Cordelia's attention went to her again, "Well, you'll be ok here," She told Reanna who was obviously cool enough since she's come all the way from LA, "If you hang around me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time."
Reanna's shoulder slumped in a little relief; making friends on the first day was always essential to being accepted into a new school – especially when the New Year had already started before she arrived. "Great." She muttered, thinking that this could be the start of a great friendship – at the moment at least, she didn't really know who she was currently hanging around with.
"But, wait." Cordelia held up a finger as she remembered something, "We need to test your coolness factor." This was essential for anyone to be considered a cool person in Sunnydale High – even though the blonde had moved from LA. She could easily have been a geek in disguise, although, the no textbook didn't make that assumption seem worthwhile. "Since you're from LA you can skip the written part," She began, trying to think of questions that would prove whether or not that Reanna was indeed cool enough to join her group. "Let's see…"
Cordelia eyes glanced down to Reanna's dark blue nails, "Vamp nail polish?" She questioned instantly, wondering what her take was on that subject.
"Uh," The blonde looked a little lost, the latest fashion was never her thing, "Over?" She said in more of a question rather than a statement. Lucky for her - Cordelia never noticed.
The brunette nodded, adding a drawl to her words, "So over." She turned back to the front to make sure she wouldn't hit anyone while they kept on walking, "James Spader?"
Reanna grinned, actually knowing this one. The guy was totally cute, "He needs to call me!" The normal girl inside of her came out to play.
Cordelia grinned at the answer, "Frappuchino's?"
The blonde's mouth watered a little at the certain product, "Very tasty, yet trendy." She remembered the amount of people around the café she went to everyday having one. She could probably have one a day if she wanted, but then her caffeine content would be off the roof – even with the extra slayer abilities mixed in to settle her nerves.
"John Tesh?" Wondering whether or not Reanna would give the right answer for the description of this particular guy.
Reanna cringed, she didn't know who that was – but by the look on the brunettes face she went with, "He's a devil?" Her voice taking on a higher tone that would prove to anyone she didn't exactly know the answer, but yet again, Cordelia never noticed one bit.
Cordelia straightened her shoulders, looking proud, "That was pretty much a gimme," She told the other girl honestly, "But, you passed!" She announced like a prize had just been won. Well, technically it was like that to the brunette, only the best people get either invited or chosen to be a part of her special group.
Reanna let out a breath, thankful she had been able to improve that well enough – she was a little skeptical that she even got the last answer right. It was a 50/50 chance in the end, but she did it. "Oh, thank god." She breathed out, letting out a small laugh at the revelation of her finally being accepted into something and she hadn't even finished her first day yet – so far everything was going great compared to other scenarios that had been floating around in her head for days.
The two of them came across a small water fountain in the hallway, a girl their age with long ginger hair that went straight down her back was currently drinking from it. "Willow." Cordelia's voice came out in a drawl, like an amused tone where she would mock someone else.
The girl, Willow – turned around as she wiped away the excess water from her lips. She seemed to look a little frightened when she realised that Cordelia was behind her, "Nice dress!" The brunette flakily complemented, seeming to be putting on a show for the new blonde, "Good to know you've seen the softer side of Sears." Referring to the cheap clothes shop at the mall, all her own clothes were from the highest end shops of Sunnydale and beyond. Her tone was turning snarkier by the minute, her façade turning sassy and above everyone else.
Reanna frowned, looking between the two with her arms crossed against her chest. How come the Cordelia she had just met right now – had done a complete 180 degree turn in only a matter of seconds? All of a sudden she felt as if she has misjudged Cordelia too quickly; she felt the need to stand up for the shy ginger girl who looked too shy to stand up for herself.
Willow began to stutter as she looked down at her old clothing, "O-Oh, w-well, my mom picked it out." She weakly countered, her eyes glancing to the new girl as she spoke – a sliver of hope leaning in her gut when she imagined the girl becoming her own friend. But like always; they always get picked out by Cordelia and her gang – Jesse and Xander are great but she needed a friend that was a girl.
"No wonder you're such a guy-magnet." Cordelia retaliated sarcastically. She never noticed Reanna glare at her with narrowed eyes from the side-view, the blonde becoming more and more resentful towards her as she continued on, "Are you done?" Gesturing the water fountain Willow was standing next to.
Willow was confused for a moment before she realised what Cordelia was gesturing too, the water fountain, "Oh!" She exclaimed, instantly moving out of the way before she felt anymore wrath from the Queen B. With that, she turned and walked away with a fast pace down the hallway – wanting to get away as soon as possible. Never noticing the blonde look towards her with a concerned manner.
Cordelia smirked as she turned back to Reanna with an accomplish look, "If you wanna fit in here," She began – not noticing the blondes quick shift in facial expressions as she continued to talk, "The first rule is to {Know your Losers}"
Reanna turned back to Cordelia, shifting her face in a neutral tone – keeping away any sign of resentment to the girl from before. She's figured it out now; Cordelia was the girl who liked to be better than everyone else that crosses her path – the people she didn't like very much were thrown down to the lower bar of the social system of the school. The whole nice act would probably go away as quickly as it came when something freaky happened because of her – it always seemed to anyway.
"Once you can identify them all by sight, they're a lot easier to avoid." The brunette kept on going as her eyes skimmed the crowd going through the hallways. She was currently acting like a tour guide in how to deal with people – well, in her case that was what she was doing.
Reanna gave a fake laugh and nod like she understood completely, but in reality she just wanted to get away from the girl as quickly as possible and head straight to the library. The only place where she really felt safe, nothing had tried to get her in the library so far – hopefully the same will happen here, but a gut feeling didn't make it a reassure able proposition. Her head turned back to the hallway doors as she noticed the ginger haired girl, Willow – turn and look at her once more before leaving out of sight.
Willow seemed too look like a great girl; maybe the she wouldn't mind becoming friends with her. She looked shy, but that could mean that she just needed someone to boost the inner confidence and get her to shine and excel where she least expects it.
~ 1 ~
Unfortunately Reanna still had to follow the brunette as they each walked through the halls together, she was the only one who looked marginally willing to take her to the library.
Cordelia turned to her again as the passed through a set of double doors, "If you're not swamped with catching up, come by the Bronze tonight." She suggested, talking about the best (and only) club in town.
Reanna looked stumped as her brows furrowed, "Huh?" She spoke dumbly, not knowing what or who that was – she wasn't an expert on the town yet – not that she planned to of course.
"The Bronze." The brunette repeated like it was a sin not to know what it was. "It's basically the only club worth going to around here." She smiled as she reminisced at her description of the place, making the subject seem the best thing that's happened all day, "They let anybody in, but it's still the scene."
Reanna looked suddenly interested, she did like leaving the house once in a while – maybe Willow would be there? "Where is it?" She wondered out loud, looking to Cordelia with interest again.
"It's in the bad part of town." She told the blonde instantly, looking happy that the girl was willing to try and go – or, at least that's what it sounded like to her.
"The bad part of town? Where's that?" Reanna frowned, what did she mean by 'Bad' anyway?
Cordelia just grinned in response, "About half a block from the good part of town." 'That didn't really answer anything', the blonde thought sarcastically in her mind – holding in the roll of her eyes as she still looked to Cordelia like she might have something else to offer. "We don't have a lot of town here." She did continue speaking, "But you should definitely show up." Her voice turning enthusiastic as she silently began to plan how she was going to introduce the new girl best friend from LA with style.
"I'll try." Reanna nodded, making a note to stay clear of her if she did go after all – she might have too much homework to do anyway because of the first school day – meaning she needed to catch up on a lot!
The warning bell rung, telling students that it was now time to head to class – luckily for Reanna, she had a spare period now to herself.
"Good, right – so I'll see you in Gym." The brunette spoke again once the bell stopped ringing, her steps started going back as she got ready to leave for her own class. "Then, you can tell me everything there is to know about you." She waved for a moment before turning on her heels, leaving the vicinity.
Reanna gave a fake smile, "Wonderful." She muttered to herself, not liking the idea at all. Finally, she was now standing in front of the library doors – the one place where she'd love to stay in all day.
Without hesitation she waltzed into the library, when she did – she was caught by the sight of how it actually looked. There was a much nicer feel to it that her old school had, but she felt something different about it – she just didn't know what. There seemed to be a second level to it, while a long table with about 6 chairs sat around the piece of furniture– it gave the place a more homey feel.
As the double doors closed behind her, she tried looking around for anyone as she walked closer to the desk, "Hello?" She called, wondering where everyone was. Usually libraries were packed – but then, she couldn't see any computers at all – there were only books. A computer is usually vital for a library, it did bring down her excitement a little bit, but so did the fact that no one was even here. "Anyone here?" She tried again, she honestly had no idea where to look when it came to the textbooks she needed – maybe her other subjects required one too?
When she walked up to the entrance desk, a single newspaper caught her attention. The date on it showed that it came out not even a couple of days ago, a single article seemed to be circled – it was about three local boys that had gone missing. She frowned, that was odd. 'No', she told herself, 'It wasn't her duty anymore'.
Reanna was so engrossed in the newspaper, she didn't realise anyone coming up behind her before the man who did tapped her on the shoulder, making her jump – startled as she whipped around, her hair twirling over one of her shoulders. "Ooh" She gasped in shock – finding a middle-aged man standing behind her wearing dark circle-rimmed glassed in front of his eyes. He wore a dark grey suit, he looked more like an antiques man rather than a librarian. "Well, there is someone here after all." She spoke more to herself, but the man seemed to hear anyway.
The man tilted his head at her curiously, "Can I help you?" He inquired.
"Uh," She started, coming out of her shock slowly as she continued to look at him, "I-I was looking for some, uh, books – see I'm new." She told him, hoping that would explain why she was there in the first place. She'd come another day to have a look at the book collection that seemed to have caught her interest.
The man started to grin, like he had been waiting for her for a long time - and now that she was here, it would be like he couldn't believe what he was seeing, "Miss Masen?" He assumed, the grin getting bigger as he took a good look at her.
Reanna looked at him confused for a moment, "Yeah-" Silently wondering how he knew her name – or even guessed it the first time, "I must be the only new student in a while, huh?" Thinking that was the reason why he knew who she was.
He seemed to ignore that last comment, "I'm Mr. Giles." He introduced himself, "The librarian." His face lit up, "I was told you were coming." He told her before strolling behind the desk to seemingly get the books she needed.
Reanna blinked confused, only Cordelia really knew she was coming. Maybe the teachers knew that she'd figure out where to find the textbooks she needed? "Okay," She went along with her silent assumption as she turned to follow the librarian, she leaned against the counter as her eyes watched him behind it – going into the small enclosed office, "Well, uh, I'll need {Perspectives on 20th-Century…}" She began, but got cut off by Mr. Giles.
He came back up to her, with the counter the only thing separating them, "I know exactly what you're after." He grinned like a Cheshire cat as he lifted something up from the lower shelves beneath the counter, a large book coming into sight as he slammed in on top.
Reanna jumped at the sudden sound, but also by the actual book the librarian had just shown her. The breath in her lungs felt like it had been knocked out – an internal alarm going off in her head as a sliver of fear drowned her insides. The book, the one she saw from her latest nightmares; was sitting right in front of her, 'Vampyr' the cover read.
The blonde didn't even realise she had backed away from the counter; her eyes never leaving the book as her head shook from side to side, "That's not what I'm looking for." She choked out, this wasn't happening. Maybe this was just some kind of joke? Something they do to every new kid in Sunnydale?
The book itself was thick, hundreds – maybe thousands of pages thick, she honestly didn't know. There seemed to be some kind of lock at the side but it looked hundreds of years old going by how ancient it seemed.
She finally looked up at his certain face, "That is definitely NOT what I'm looking for." Suddenly she didn't feel as comfortable in the library as before, right now she wanted to run and hide from the man who seemed to know what she wants – but in reality has absolutely no clue.
Mr. Giles's features turned confused, "Are you sure?" He looked so certain before.
Reanna nodded, looking back at the book like she hated it more than anything in the world, "I am way sure." She told him, moving back a little more in her movements.
The elder man blinked, the clogs in his brain churning for an explanation – he knew it was Reanna Masen that had become the new slayer – maybe there was another girl with the same name? "My mistake." He murmured, shaking his head before grabbing the book again, placing it back in its original spot.
While he was distracted, the man never realised until too late that Reanna had ran out of the library until he saw the outline of her body move out the double doors with a fast speed – the girl in question wanting to get as far away from that place as possible.
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