-o-o- will be the break that means next memory. *-*-* will be when it goes back to the present.

Sophia slid to the ground of her apartment her head leaning against the cracks in the wall as her eyes slowly closed and she succumbed to the sleep that awaited her at sunrise.

Vince, That had been his name. The name that avoided her knowledge until the day he met his final death.

LaCroix had been the one to tell her his name. Yet she left the services of LaCroix. She knew it was because of her clone now working for him that did it. Or rather first proving herself to him. However even in her deathly sleep memories came back to her, and not all her own.

-o-o-

Bare feet went slowly down each wooden step, avoiding the parts that would creak and awake those in the house. However the owner of the feet had yet to realise there was no one to awake. As the dead rarely wake from slumber without a little blood.

The feet made it down to the bottom step and then turned towards the kitchen, small hands reached for the door handle only to realise it was sticky. The small hands drew back from the door stained red. The hands then went slowly back to the handle and turned it.

Once the feet made it into the kitchen however a scream could be heard. The scream and cry of a child seeing their parents unmoving on the floor. A figure stood above them.

The figure ran but the flash of pointed teeth was enough of a memory to stick with the child. The feet sped towards its parents kneeling down and shaking them both, trying to awake them from their untimely slumber.

Another pair of feet entered the room and knelt next to the child. Tearing their eyes away from the bodies of the childs parents. The child screamed as they were ripped further and further away from their parents. Not truly understanding why they wouldn't stand up. Why they wouldn't come to their child who was calling out to them. Why they wouldn't stop playing this cruel game that was making them scared.

"Sophia you're going to be alright."

The scared and confused blue eyes of the child looked up through the curtain of brown hair. She did not say a word. She didn't have to. She wanted to know if they would be alright.

The person who was holding the small confused girl looked sadly back at the house. "I'm sorry Sophia, they're gone." Gone that was it, no breaking it gently to the child they tore from the bodies of its parents.

"Sophia, they're dead."

No breaking it gently at all.

-o-o-

"Sophia where have you been?"

I ignored them as I walked slowly up the wooden steps, the wooden steps I had asked to be carpeted. They didn't get it. No one did when I asked for no wooden stairs. They didn't get the fact every time I walked up those stairs I was reminded of my parents deaths.

I continued to ignore them as they shouted at me, saying I was grounded or something. I didn't care. They could do what they wanted. Nothing would be a good punishment with those memories haunting my sleep.

I locked my door and slouched onto my couch bed. The rents had made it. Or rather my adoptive rents... parents. Sorry have been meaning to stop saying rents instead of parents. Bad habit.

Anyway, so I was there slouched on my couch when I heard something downstairs. Originally I would have ignored it. However today of all days I couldn't ignore it. I walked step by step down those wooden stairs. Just to see the very things from my nightmares stood before me. The teeth glinting from the light of the chandelier.

Without thinking. I charged. I ran into it full blast taking it off guard. It was only by chance that it hit the walking stick of the elderly woman who lived here. For me however, it was my first kill. I closed my eyes by instinct when it turned into dust or later I would realise ashes. My hands stopping myself from being speared by the walking stick with the very pointy end.

Someone had to remind maw maw that the pointy end needed to be pointed down. It was with that thought I opened my eyes. I looked towards the living room where the noise had originally come from. I was sick then and there. I was living my nigthmare again. This time however I had killed the beast that attacked and killed my family.

I didn't like them that much, except maw maw. Though no matter how little I liked them. They cared for me. They kept me in their house even when I did things like ignore them. My fourteenth birthday. Ten years after I had seen my first vampire.

I looked at the dust and blinked realising my nightmares had been real. I hadn't as a child made the man with pointy teeth up. Vampires were real. I had killed a vampire. Okay by pure luck... but I had killed one. I was a vampire slayer.

Okay getting ahead of myself. One vampire dead did not make me a slayer. It merely made me someone that vampire shouldn't have met. I mean seriously don't vampires do background checks on the people in houses they decided to get into?

In fact how the hell had it got in the first place? Did someone seriously invite it it? It was with that thought that she had to wonder who was it that invited the vampire in, in her old home. She'd hate to think it was her. She couldn't remember however. The only thing she remembered was that night. The night of her fourth birthday. She would remember this night as well.

She wouldn't be surprised if she got less sleep because of both memories now. Then again she was sort of use to not getting much sleep.

A day usually celebrating one's birth was not a day of joy for Sophia.

Her date of birth was in fact something she came to dread every year. Waiting for something else to happen.

I opened my eyes slowly as the sun set. I blinked several times once I had opened them. The irony that I had been reborn on my birthday also had not passed my knowledge. It was yet another reason I avoided my birthday like the plague. I never told anyone my date of birth, my human one or my vampire one. Though Therese had certainly tried finding out.

Sadly for her the only person who knew that was now dead. Again. Seriously dying twice must really suck. First you become a vampire after dying as a human, then you die as a vampire never to return. That is what they tell you at least.

I bet you there is some way to come even back from that. Then again I don't want to test it. As much as it was weird being a vampire after hunting them. I'd rather not go and off myself. Even after seeing Vince and his clone of me.

I yawned completely from habit, no matter what time I use to wake up as a human I always yawned. Habit followed me into the afterlife apparently.

I stood a bit wobbly going slowly to my fridge nearly ripping it off its hinges when opening it. I sighed. It was then a sound went off from my computer. I looked over at it without really looking at it. Then grabbed one of the blood bags before walking over to it biting into the bag. I sat on the chair while I drank from the bag.

LaCroix.

Her eyes closed even though the sun was down and she fell back to sleep. Without her knowledge she slept for days, eventually falling off the chair onto the ground where the blood bag leaked onto the floor next to her. If someone had walked in, it would have looked like a scene out of a horror.

She was to all intense and purposes. Dead.

-o-o-

A blonde was being bitten by a vampire being drained her lifeless body being dumped into a pool of water nearby. The vampire leaving the place he had been in as if the woman's blood had allowed him to leave.

-o-o-

A brunette was lying on a cobble stone road clutching at a wound her corset stained red. A man stood nearby looking stricken by what he saw. He ran to the woman saying again and again that he had failed her.

-o-o-

A red head lying at the bottom of the ocean wearing clothes that very much made her look like a pirate. The pistol in its holder only amplified these thoughts. Her eyes were staring lifelessly at something in the deep. A tentacle just being seen before it went black.

My eyes opened to an alien room, I sat up quickly looking around to find myself in a room I didn't recognise at all. I was about to get off the... table when I realised I was very much naked.

I got up and instantly looked for some clothes while trying to ignore the fact I had been on a table naked.

I managed to find a nightgown and quickly put it on ignoring how perfectly it fit. I walked out of the room that I had been in and found myself in a lobby of some kind.

"You are a strange one."

I turned looking at the speaker. "Who are you?"

"I was once a Watcher." I frowned at the word thinking that he looked somewhat familiar but I couldn't think why.

"A watcher?"

"Yes, I watched over Slayers. One girl in all the world to fight against the forces of evil, the chosen one. I was turned the day my slayer died. Since I have watched over many. You however are the first vampire one."

I recognised the words, they sent a shiver down my spine. "I was naked." Was all I could come out with.

"Yes, I had to get rid of those clothes you wore. I do apologise that I could get nothing better for you."

"You undressed me!" It annoyed me.

"I had to and you will learn to control that temper. You are after all not a Brujah."

I blinked. "You going to teach me?"

"Yes." I hadn't expected that.