I sighed as I woke from the usual cocktail of medications the facility gave me. Today made a year. My mom had comitted me in the psychiatric ward a year ago. She visited occasionally, but it had gotten less frequent. She was probably busy with some new project. Distracting herself from thinking about how much of a disappointment I had become, from thinking about how she blamed me for my dad leaving us four weeks before I was committed.

I sat up, my blonde hair spilling down my back as I blinked the haze from my bright blue eyes. Now there was nothing to do, but wait for the doctor's to come back and do whatever they were planning on next. I don't think my mom had read the sign in papers because I was getting a whole lot more attention then the other patients here. I was pretty sure some of it was illegal.

I looked over to the door when it swung open, revealing the doctor I had been waiting for and a man I had not been expecting nor did I know him. I frowned. "Who's he?"

"Today's your lucky day." The doctor I despised said. "He's here to sign you out."

"Doesn't my mom have to do that?" I inquired, standing up a little uncomfortable with the white tank top I wore with knee length black shorts.

"Normally, yes, but she had to get your stuff moved and instead sent this gentlemen to take care of it instead." She told me and I looked at the man. He was tall, wore a brown suit, had brown hair, and glasses. I didn't trust this situation, but it was my best shot of getting out of here, so I did a really stupid thing. I went to stand by the unknown man's side.

"I'm Rupert Giles." The man said in a british accent, holding his hand out to me.

I looked down at his hand. "I'm Caroline and I don't do handshakes."

He let his hand drop before he turned to the doctor. "Well, we should get going." The doctor nodded at him and took the bracelet I wore off of me and I followed Mr. Giles out of the rooms and was handed my clothes. "Your mother's asked me to drive you to Sunnydale and she'll be waiting."

I nodded. "I'm gonna go get dressed." I turned and walked behind the curtain, quickly changing before walking back out to him. I now wore dark blue jeans, a black T-shirt, and white sneakers. I had my blue hoody over my arm. These were the clothes I had worn when my mother had first called them.

Mr. Giles led me out to the parking lot and to an old style black car. I also noticed that it was night time. He opened the passenger side for me and after I had climbed in and the door was shut he went around to the driver's side before he pulled out of the parking lot and headed for Sunnydale.

After a few minutes in silence he spoke. "You're sixteen, right?" I nodded, looking over at him. His expression was grim. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it a moment later before seemingly making up his mind and speaking. "This is going to be hard for you to...comprehend, but you need to know something. It's very important and you don't really have a choice in the matter."

I looked over at him in disbelief. "And what don't I have a choice in?"

"You're the new Slayer." He said, his tone heavy. "The Slayer of Vampires."

I looked at him to gauge if he was joking or not for a moment before I burst out laughing. "Yeah, sure. Maybe you should've stayed back there."

"I'm serious and I'm not insane." He said, his tone completely serious.

"Yeah?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Prove it."

"Fine." He said and pulled into an empty parking lot - I realized we had passed into Sunnydale by now - and I looked over at him waiting. "Get out."

I rolled my eyes but did as he said. "And how is this proving to me that I'm a vampire slayer?"

I watched as he climbed out, a sharp wooden stake in his hand and I felt a bit of nervousness flutter in my stomach. I didn't believe him, but I did believe that he believed it and I knew from experience there were consequences when you challeneged a crazies beliefs. Giles walked around the car over to me and I took a step back. Giles walked past me, making a motion to make me follow him. I sighed and followed.

He led me into a graveyard and I felt my nerves jump up, though more from the creepy cemetery then Giles this time. We walked in silence for about two minutes before I was suddenly tackled. I gasped and struggled against who held me. I was flipped over onto my back and I let out a soft shout of surprise when I saw who had a tackled me. Or rather what. This must be a dream because of the drugs, I thought as the vampire lunged for my throat.

Before he got there, however, a stake pierced his heart and he exploded into ash. I looked up to see Giles standing there with his stake.

"Do you believe me now?" He asked, his voice soft though I wouldn't say it was friendly.

I scrambled away from him and got to my feet, running from him, but he was faster and he grabbed my wrist, jerking me to a stop.

"Let me go." I snapped, glaring at him. "I don't want anything to do with this."

"Like I said, you don't have a choice." Giles told me. "Only you can do the job."

"You just took care of it pretty well." I said. "Why don't you do it?"

"That one was weak." Giles said. "And I had already poisoned it before bringing you here. I was providing proof."

I stared at him in shock. "You're insane and I want nothing to do with you. Where's my mom? Did she even move here or was that a lie?"

"If you don't start training soon a lot of people are going to die." Giles said. "Possibly your mother or you."

"I think I'll be fine as long as I don't get involved." I said, angrily.

"No. You're not. They'll be able to tell you're the Slayer and there's worse things than vampires out there." Giles said. "Do you really want to let it run loose on the world?"

"Just tell me where my address is." I said, closing the subject.

Giles sighed. "213 Maple Street."

I nodded and turned away from him, stalking off and heading out of the cemeterey, looking around for things that might jump me. I knew I should be scared, but I wasn't for some reason. I had just been attacked by a vampire, but I wasn't scared the slightest bit. Maybe I was insane.

I walked until I saw someone and then I quickly headed over to them, asking for directions to the address I was given before I ran home. I slowed when I got to the door, which was unlocked and I walked in, looking around. My mother had already gotten everything inside and was passed out on the couch. I sighed and closed the door, locking it as I spotted a note. I picked it up, reading it quickly.

YOUR BEDROOM IS UPSTAIRS ON THE LEFT. MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME.

I sighed and headed upstairs into the room, walking in to see the bed was already set up. By now the drugs had completely worn off and I found myself collapsing onto my bed, curling up and quickly falling asleep.

(I will be posting videos possible as sort of updates on what to expect in this fanfic.)