A/N: Okay this is loosely based off of the television serious Buffy the Vampire Slayer though it will be different, if that makes sense. So comment whether you liked it or not and if so please follow.

Chapter 1

"Ms Berry, I want you to know that I will not tolerate any disruptive or what may be considered as bad behaviour in my school. The attitudes that you insisted to have in your old school will not continue here. You will treat McKinley with the up most respect, nothing less. Are we clear?" Rachel Berry listened intently at the woman in front of her.

She was a relatively tall woman and she had short blonde hair with a vivid red tracksuit. She was rather surprised at the confrontation. Not at the lecture, she expected it, she also whole heartedly welcomed it. She had just assumed it would be from a principal. Not from a cheerleading coach.

Nodding her head, Rachel looked up at the woman from where she was sat on one of the leather chairs in Principal Figgins' office. Sue Sylvester glared down at her with a grimace before looking at Figgins and leaving.

Rachel and the nervous principal sat in an incredibly awkward silence before he cleared his throught and pushed a few papers towards her. She leaned forward in her seat to take them from his desk. "Ms Berry, I hope that what Coach Sylvester has said was clear. We won't tolerate any of that kind of behaviour here,"

She nodded knowing exactly what it was he was referring too. "It was a one time thing," She muttered before taking the papers and left.

She looked at the A5 sheets of paper she had been given. The first was a a folded up map of the school campus, the second was her locker number, the combination and directions to said locker. The third a piece of paper for each of her teachers to sign. And the fourth was her schedule. She rolled her eyes when she looked towards the bottom of the paper.

Each student is required to participate in at least one extra curricular activity a day.

She walked towards her locker through the empty hallway. Rachel had to admit that she was pleasently surprised that the corridor was empty, as she went to find her locker.

Finding her locker after a couple of minutes she put in her bag and took out her phone, a pen and her notepad. She walked towards her first class, History with Mr Schuester.

Standing in front of the door to her history class she silently prepared herself. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door and entering. She avoided the curious glances of the student body as she walked towards the teachers desk.

He gave her a gentle smile before it faltered slightly as he read her name off of the paper she had given to him. She knew instantly why his smile had lessened, he had obviously been told of what had happened.

He signed the paper and handed it to her. He pointed to a spare seat at the back of the class room where a tall teenage boy sat. She slowly walked towards him before taking her seat besides him. He had Asian features and black hair that was styled to perfection. He wore a red letterman jacket and he had a headphone in one ear, which he took out when he saw the petite brunette coming towards him.

They sat in a comfortable silence before he finally spoke. "Hey, I'm Mike," He said leaning towards her ever so slightly so not to be heard.

She looked at him and smiled, "Rachel,"

"Nice accent, where you from?" He asked.

"Los Angeles," She told him a small smile etched on to her tanned face.

"And you decided to move here?" He wondered with genuine curiosity. Mike couldn't think of any reason as to why somebody would ever want to move to Lima Heights, Ohio. Especially if you've lived in a place so magnificent as the City of Angels.

She looked at him and nodded. Decided wouldn't be the word she would have chosen. Forced maybe.

"Shit. This place must be a hell hole compared," He assumed. She looked at him before letting out a quiet laugh.

"It's not that bad. Colder and damper. But its quiet, which is nice," She said with a shrug.

"Why though?"

"Whaddya mean?" She asked, a perfectly waxed brow raised.

"Like why would you move here when you've lived in LA?"

"I didn't have a choice, we had to leave, and this was the only job that was being offered at my fathers firm that wasn't in the state of California," Rachel said as they pretended to be taking notes while they talked intently.

"Why did you need to move?"

"Long story, Mike," She told him.

"I've got time," He said with a wink. She smiled before shaking her head.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she said with a smirk. The brunette felt comfortable around Mike, despite only knowing him for a mere 15 minutes, he was funny and he immediatley made her feel at ease.

"Try me," He dared.

So she did. He sat in awe as she proceeded to describe what had happened, missing out a few minor details. His mouth agape and his eyes wide. "You burned down your school gym?" He asked in what could only be assumed as disbelief.

She nodded before adding, "If you don't believe me you can look on the internet," she said in all seriousness.

"It's fine I believe you," He said as she looked at her, "Just please don't do that here... We work out in there sometimes," He told her with a nudge.

She giggled before the bell rang. "And don't worry, Berry, I won't be telling anybody your secret. I don't want anybody stealing my cool new friend from me," He added. She smiled gratefully while they walked out the class.

Mike told her that he'd meet her at lunch outside of the caftereia where he would introduce her to some new people.

...

By break everyone was talking about the new girl. "Have you seen her?" Matt said as he spoke with Finn and Mike during 3rd period before lunch.

"Seen who?" Finn asked obliviously. Matt smacked him across the back of the head.

"The new girl idiot. Shes smoking... Like seriously," Matt said.

"Like how hot?" Finn asked, intrigued now.

"Like unbelievably hot," Mike rolled his eyes at the conversation.

"Whats her name?" Finn wondered,

"I've no fucking clue, no one kn-" Matt started before Mike interrupted.

"It's Rachel,"

"How do you know?" Matt demanded, while he stared at his friend.

"I spoke to her. She's from LA and she's sitting with us at lunch,"

Finn and Matt smirked at each other before bumping their fists, while Mike just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "You guys really need to get laid," he sais with a smile, before they playfully glared at him.

...

Rachel met the tall Asian boy outside of the cafteria where he stood waiting for her, his phone in his hands. As she walked closer towards him he put his phone in his jacket pocket, smiling at her.

He led her into the large room of teenagers. They walked towards the food line where they paid for their lunch. He guided her towards a table where a small group of teenagers sat. Mike gestured for her to sit down while he took the seat next to her.

"This is Rachel," He told them all as they watched the brunette.

A girl sat opposite Rachel was the first to speak. To Rachel she was one of the most beautiful girls she'd ever seen. She had flawless ivory skin and sparkling green eyes. With natural blonde hair that fell around her shoulderd in waves. "Hi, I'm Quinn," She said, with a encouraging smile.

"Nice to meet you," She told her.

She then proceeded to go around the table and introduce everybody to her. She had recognised a gorgeous Latina who had been in her 2nd period math class whom she had learned to be Santana and a stylish boy in the same math class, Kurt.

"Have you chose your extra curricular activity yet, Berry?" Mike asked.

"No," she shrugged, everybody looked at her.

"You don't have a choice. You have to take something," A pretty girl, Tina told her.

"That was serious? I thought it was a fucking joke," Rachel muttered. Her eyes wide.

"Oh my god, Rach you could join glee," Quinn said with a wide smile.

"You're kidding right?" She said with no hint of a smile.

"Come on, Rach. It'll be so much fun... You can sing right?" A girl she had learned to be Brittany.

"I suppose, but I'd rather just dance," She would much prefer to do as little as humanly possible.

"That's all that I do," Mike said as he shoved a cookie into his mouth.

"And you're sure it'll be okay if I join?" Rachel asked.

"Most definitely," Quinn said reassuringly.

...

Quinn and Rachel walked towards their shared 4th period class, Spanish together. They chose two seats in the back where they sat side by side. "So whats the real reason that you moved here?" The blonde asked suddenly.

"I told you all. My dad was offered a job here and it paid better," She tried.

"Bull," Quinn stated simply. "Now what really happened?"

Rachel swore that Quinn was going to be the last person she told. Rachel liked Quinn and Mike. They made her feel welcome with out making her feel uncomfortable and like they were prying.

"You know you don't strike me as the type to do something like that," As she looked down at her short, pleated black skirt, pale pink cashmere sweater and yellow ballet flats, with a smirk.

"In fairness it was an accident," She said with sigh,

"Sure," Quinn said sarcastically with a smirk. And Rachel didn't even bother denying it. She knew she was right.

...

Rachel and Quinn walked slowly towards the choir room where they both knew the teacher and the rest of the class would be waiting for them. "Who the teacher for this club?" Rachel wondered aloud.

Quinn angled her head towards her, "Mr Schuester,". Rolling her eyes Rachel continued walking.

Quinn was the first to enter the small room while the brunette was second. Mr Schuester had yet to notice Rachel as he smiled at Quinn and gestured for her to take a seat next to Artie.

"Umm, Mr Schue... Rachel wants to join," Quinn said as she pulled the petite girl further into the room by her arm.

"Who's Rac-" Mr Schue asked with a smile before he realised that it was this Rachel.

"Can you sing?" He asked

"I would prefer to just dance..." Rachel stated as she walked closer to the centre of the room.

"No. You're gonna have to sing,"

The glee club looked at the man in front of them. There eyebrows furrowed, he had never acted this way before. When Mike auditioned and when Brittany and Santana auditioned they danced. That's all they did and he never seemed to mind.

Both Mike and Quinn knew why he was talking to her like this... As though she was less than them.

"I'd feel much more comfortable just dancing," Rachel said.

"Well, that's not what we do here. You need to sing," He told her and they all knew that there was no way that he was going to back down.

She nodded her head before turning to Quinn. Whispering something in her ear, the blonde nodded. The brunette went to grab two steel stools from the corner, where she placed them in the middle of the floor.

Rachel looked at her new friend who gave her an encouraging smile and started. The class sat in awe of the two. They had heard Quinn sing multiple times but never had they heard her sings so angelic. But Rachel on the other hand... She was phenomenal. Never had any of them heard something so perfect and flawless.

By the end of the performance, the class and Mr Schuester sat back. Nothing but pure admiration on their faces. It was 37 seconds before anybody did anything. It was Finn who reacted first, he began clapping from the back of the room which was soon followed by the rest of the room.

"Does that mean she's in, Mr Schue?" Brittany asked from where she sat next to Tina.

"I suppose," He said as he gestured for the two girls to take a seat.

Glee club went by relatively quickly for Rachel, despite the club director taking an instant dislike to her. Mr Schuester had Brittany and Mike go through the choreography with the brunette which she picked up abnormally quickly while the rest of the club proceeded to go through sheet music for different 80's rock ballads.

...

Rachel had been walking home when it happened. She had her arms wrapped tight around her stomach and her legs were freezing. She hadn't brought a coat to school that day fully expecting that the weather would be warm. She was wrong. She had her eyes cast down to the floor as she looked at her feet with each step that she took.

Her full attention was so focused on her feet that she hadn't noticed the man walking behind her.

He looked to be around forty years old with a handsome face and spectacles. He cleared his throat as to alert of his presence.

She immediately turned around to look at him. Her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. "Rachel Berry?" He asked, though he was already fully aware of who she was he'd been watching her.

"

Who wants to know?" She asked as she pushed her shoulders back and kept her head held high.

"I'm Wes Goodson. I've been expecting you," He said with a hint of a British accent etched into his tone.

"You must be mistaken..."

"No. You are Rachel Berry? Am i wrong?" He asked.

Not knowing what to say she shook her head. "Have you ever seen things? Things that you couldn't explain, things that only exist in fairy tales? The monsters that live under your bed?" He asked.

Yes the brunette said to her self.

"No. I don't know what you're talking about," She denied.

"You're lying," He said as he scrutinised her behind his glasses that were now starting to fall down the bridge of his nose.

"Look I don't know what it is you fucking want, but I'm not buying it. So if you would so kindly leave me alone I will be going now. Have a good evening sir," She said as she turned her back on him.

"I know what happened at your old school,"

"So?" She said as she continued walking while he walked behind her, "You aren't the first to know,"

"But I'm the only one who knows why you did it," He said. No response. "I know it wasn't an accident. You saw something... A man?" By this point Rachel had stopped dead in her tracks. Goodson had walked closer towards her until he stood in front of her. "But he wasn't a man was he?"

She just stared at him. She never told anybody this not even her fathers, not even the police. So how would he know?

"How do you know all of this?"

"I've been watching you..." He said as she stared up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Okaaay," She drawled out.

"No. I was sent by the council to watch you, keep you safe. Prepare you for what's coming," He told her.

"What are you even talking about?"

"I'm your watcher," He said as he stared down at her petite form.

"My what?"

"Your watcher. Rachel Berry you are the slayer," He told her.

"Look. I'm just going to go now, 'cos you're really starting to freak me out," Rachel said. Goodson reached out to grab her arm but the bruette was fast. She gabbed it before he could even acknowlege that she had twisted it and was now holding it behing his back.

"Rachel... They're all real,"

"What's all real. What do you mean?" She asked as she slackened the hold on his arm.

"The werewolves, the demons... The vampires. Everything you've ever dreaded was under your bed, but told yourself couldn't be by the light of day. They're all real!" She fully released her grip on his arm at his dead serious tone.

"Let's just say what you're saying is true," She said, "What does this shit have gto do with me?"

"I've told you, Rachel. You. Are. The. Slayer,"

"You keep saying that but I don't know what that means," She said as she ran her shaking fingers through her brown hair.

"Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires,"

"This is all a joke isn't it? You're completely messing with me?" She said with an annoyed grimace.

"I'm being serious..."

"Well I don't believe you, sorry," Rachel told him as she walked away.

"Wait! I'll prove it to you," He said.

"How?"

"Come with me..." He said as he walked in front of her.

"What I don't know you... I'm not just going to follow you," She said in disbelief.

"Trust me I'm not going to hurt you and I can guarantee you're stronger than me. So just follow me," He told her.

Rachel sighed before catching up with him. She didn't know why she followed him but she did.

She stared at him in shock as he led her into a deserted grave yard. "Look... I'm not too keen on this destination, Goodson,"

"Do you want proof or not?" He asked as he looked through one of his inside coat pockets. Finding what he had been looking for he pulled it out.

Rachel stared at it in confusion. It was a foot long wooden stake. He guided her to a stand still in front of a grave, "And now we wait," He said.

"What are we waiting for? And who's Annie Rosenthal? Was she a friend of yours?" Rachel wondered as she turned to look at him.

"No she was a 24 year old woman who was found dead in her apartment three days ago. The autopsy was inconclusive..." He told her as he watched the newly dug up soil.

"So why are we here? If you didn't know her?"

"You said you wanted proof, well here it is," He said as they watched as the soil began to move before their eyes.

"Shit! Goodson, what's happening?" Rachel asked as she saw a dirty pale hand raise up out of the grave. It took all of 15 seconds for the dead girls head to surface. Rachel had only ever seen a face like this once. It had the same deformed features of the one in the gym back home. The one she burned to a crisp.

She had a low brow and a scrunched up nose. With yellow eyes with tinges of red in them, pale skin and fangs which pointed outwards.

It growled before launching itself towards the two of them. It looked towards Wes once before running at the petite brunette. The dead woman tackled Rachel to the floor where she quickly flipped the red head over and onto her back.

She was strong. But not as strong as Rachel. "Wes, I can't hold her for much longer," She said as she angled her head towards the man who proclaimed to be her watcher.

It was the red heads turn to hold Rachel down on her back. The brunette reached up and held her hand around her neck to keep her away from her own. She then used her free hand to catch the wooden stake which she plunged deep into the girls heart.

And just like that the living dead turned to ashes right on top of her. Her pink sweater now looked as though somebody had thrown an ash tray all over her, her yellow shoes covered in dirt and her hair tousled and covered in mud and leaves.

"Eww," She said as she took Goodsons waiting hand.

"Do you believe me now?" He asked smugly.

"I believe that what ever that thing was exists..." She said as she brushed of the ashes.

"That was a vampire. And it is your destiny to kill them, you are the chosen one,"

"So you're telling me that it is my duty to protect people from demons and shit?" She said in disbelief.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you,"

"No. This can't be happening..." She muttered. More to herself than the man in front of her.

"What are you talking about?" He asked,

"I don't want this! I don't want any of this," She shouted, "I don't care if this is my destiny. I don't care if I am the chosen one... I just want to live a long happy life. I don't want to be protecting helpless people from those fucking things,"

"Well you don't have a choice. You will be putting everybody's lives in jeopardy," He told her.

"I'm only 16, Goodson. I'm not ready for this," She said as a tear fell from her saddened brown eyes.

"That's why I'm here. I have been chosen to be your watcher. To train you in different elements of fighting," He assured her,

"If that's the case. If you're so well practised in these different elements of fighting. Why don't you fight them?" She asked.

"I'm only a watcher. I don't have the skill. A slayer slays and a watcher watches," He said, "I train you, I teach you and I prepare you. That's all,"

She looked at him before turning to face the other direction.

"It's getting worse Rachel,"

"What is?" She wondered aloud.

"The supernatural. The uprising is getting worse and worse..." He told her seriously. She looked at him once before starting to walk away.

"What do you mean?"

"Something's coming and if my calculations and if the books are right its going to happen here. And if you don't start training now, you will be unable to fight it. And this whole world will cease to exist as we know it," He told her. His annoyance evident.

She nodded before adding, "I'll do it,"

"We start tomorrow," He said with a smile, "Meet me in the library at 7 tomorrow morning. That's where we train," He said before he started walking away.

"Wait! Why the library?"

"Didn't I mention? I'm your new librarian," He said with his back towards her as he walked into the night.

"Fuck!" She said underneath her breath as she though about what she'd got her self into.

Shoving the wooden stake into the waist band of her skirt making sure her sweater was covering it she began walking home.

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A/N: That was the first chapter I really hope that you enjoyed it. The next will be uploaded soon. I'm already working on the second chapter so it should be up in most likely a day.