*Author's Note*: All normal Disclaimer's apply here. I don't own Buffy the
Vampire Slayer, or the storylines or anything else. All I can claim is my
original character. So oh well. . . Does make you want to invent a time
machine and go back and create the series first though don't it?
Anyway. . . Enjoy. . . or not. Up to you. ^-^
Prologue
It was like waking up from a strange dream. Her eyes blinking open and focusing on a ceiling that while at once completely familiar, wasn't something she recognized at all. As if one part of her was aware of her surroundings and acknowledged it all, and the other was out of place, expecting once again to wake up from the dream, seeing everything displaced being made up completely of mist and shadows.
Sitting up and moving her legs off her bed Amara looked around at the room and the mist and strangeness she had felt once she woke up disappeared almost immediately. This was her room and there was no doubting that fact. It was all hers from the art prints on the wall, all the hundreds of books carelessly thrown on shelves, to the stuffed animals strewn about, even the sword hanging on her wall. Her room, in her apartment, where she had lived on her own since her parents had died only a few months before.
There was no point in focusing on bad memories, albeit somewhat still fuzzy ones. Her parent's death had been an incredibly sad moment in her life, one she chose to move past, though it was sometimes hard. The apartment was lonely except for one cat, which chose that moment to jump onto the bed and meow impatiently for breakfast. That normal occurrence jarred Amara even more awake and she looked at the clock, realizing that she had only an hour before school started. She quickly fed her cat and jumped into the shower, reflecting on her dream last night.
Not a strange occurrence, the dreams that is, not even strange dreams. Everyone at one point or another has had some strange dreams, who hasn't dreamt that they went to school naked? This one dream though had been far more unusual based on the vivid quality it had taken. Normally when one woke up they immediately forgot most of the dream; it took on that fuzzy quality, where the more you tried to remember the more you forgot. Waking up this morning though, Amara could remember the entire dream, and it had been an incredibly long one, filled with such vivid characters, most she had never known, and events that had never happened to her and had the likelihood of never happening to anyone outside of a bad horror novel.
After all, vampires don't exist in the real world?
Once out of the shower, quickly Amara dressed, had a quick breakfast and once after saying goodbye to her only other family member, the cat, ran off to school, her first day of High School to be exact.
"Strange. . . That's basically where my dream started out. . . Except I hadn't been in it. . . " Amara mused quietly to herself, ignoring a few looks from some people she barely recognized. Everyone talks to themselves, most people just never admit it. She stopped at the front of her high school and sighed. "Sunnydale High School. . . I hope I do better this time around then before. . ."
The town of Sunnydale had been her lifetime home; she had been born here and had lived with her mother and father in a moderately sized house on Pine Street right up until her parents' sudden death. Then of course it had been a necessity to get rid of the house and find a smaller place where she could afford to live. It had been incredibly hard at first; she had had to convince the authorities that while she was only sixteen, she could still manage to take care of herself without anyone older in the house. In the end it had taken her legal guardian, her uncle, coming to her aid and telling social services that he agreed. Of course that was based more on the fact that he most likely didn't want to have to pay for her or take care of her. It all worked out for Amara though, she preferred to stay in Sunnydale. Not on the account of any friends or any other relations. She had managed to live here for sixteen years without making any friends, no one who she would call a best friend anyway, just acquaintances, and never any boyfriends. Sixteen years of living for herself and her family. She hadn't really felt much sadness on the topic, until today though. More exactly right after that dream. The people in it had been so close, had done anything for each other. It made her want something along those lines, but she never had been one to get along with others to easy. Looking around at the high school students milling about around her, Amara sighed and tilted her head back, staring at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky above her. Starting high school was a new start; so there was no reason why she couldn't change herself, get friends, maybe with the dynamics of those in that dream. . .
The dream crept into her head once more and the men in it brought a slight smile to her face. She remembered their names, their lives, basically everything about them, and she hadn't even met any of them. They had all been gorgeous though. Some people in the dream though did look slightly familiar. . .
Her silent reverie was jarred for an instance by a harsh push, moving her out of the way for the queen of Sunnydale High. Cordelia Chase. . . By far the most gorgeous girl in the entire high school, even if she was just a freshman like herself. Facts didn't change that easily. Amara frowned slightly, since Cordelia had played a part in her dream, quite large in fact now that she thought about it. To everyone standing around, it just appeared that Amara had been displeased at being pushed to the side and so it wasn't strange that someone came over to her.
"Are you okay. . . ? Cordelia likes to do that quite often." Amara looked up slightly surprised at someone she had a brief acquaintance with, Willow Rosenburg, a sweet girl who had far more brains than Cordelia could ever hope for, but since this was California brains didn't matter. Seeing Willow's smiling face and long red hair, Amara realized that Willow had been in her dream last night as well, but was that really surprising? She did know her.
"Did she push you a little too hard, jangle your brains around out of your head?" Came the question from Willow's best friend, Xander Harris. This is strange, Amara thought, I don't know either of these two that well, yet both in my dreams all of a sudden, and in such strange ways. . . She shook her head and smiled slightly at the two.
"Cordelia hardly has enough strength. I'm fine; I was just in another world for a second. Thank you for the concern though." She smiled again, expecting the two to go off on their way again and leave her alone, since that's the way it always had been but Xander just laughed and patted her on the back. Willow smiled as well and peered at Amara's schedule.
"Let me see your schedule, I wonder if we're in any classes together." Before Amara even gave her permission, Willow took the piece of paper and pointed. "Yes. . . You're in mine and Xander's English class, and in my science class." Willow took Amara's arm and pulled her along. "English is first so come on. . ." Xander followed next to the two girls and rambled on about finally being in high school, and some other inane stuff about how he was going to become the most popular guy in school, and make Cordelia fall in love with him and then break her heart. Amara laughed, getting a flash from her dream but shook it off, telling Xander that she was sure he could easily get Cordelia to love him. Only Willow caught the roll of her eyes. Xander walked ahead, preening and glowing from the compliment, leaving the two girls to shake their heads behind him.
***Well there's that for the prologue ^-^ Review if you want to. I'm always up for being told what's wrong and such. and I'm sure I'll make plenty of mistakes before this is done. Look back for a new chapter in a day or two. What else am I gonna do? Homework? Not bloody likely.***
Anyway. . . Enjoy. . . or not. Up to you. ^-^
Prologue
It was like waking up from a strange dream. Her eyes blinking open and focusing on a ceiling that while at once completely familiar, wasn't something she recognized at all. As if one part of her was aware of her surroundings and acknowledged it all, and the other was out of place, expecting once again to wake up from the dream, seeing everything displaced being made up completely of mist and shadows.
Sitting up and moving her legs off her bed Amara looked around at the room and the mist and strangeness she had felt once she woke up disappeared almost immediately. This was her room and there was no doubting that fact. It was all hers from the art prints on the wall, all the hundreds of books carelessly thrown on shelves, to the stuffed animals strewn about, even the sword hanging on her wall. Her room, in her apartment, where she had lived on her own since her parents had died only a few months before.
There was no point in focusing on bad memories, albeit somewhat still fuzzy ones. Her parent's death had been an incredibly sad moment in her life, one she chose to move past, though it was sometimes hard. The apartment was lonely except for one cat, which chose that moment to jump onto the bed and meow impatiently for breakfast. That normal occurrence jarred Amara even more awake and she looked at the clock, realizing that she had only an hour before school started. She quickly fed her cat and jumped into the shower, reflecting on her dream last night.
Not a strange occurrence, the dreams that is, not even strange dreams. Everyone at one point or another has had some strange dreams, who hasn't dreamt that they went to school naked? This one dream though had been far more unusual based on the vivid quality it had taken. Normally when one woke up they immediately forgot most of the dream; it took on that fuzzy quality, where the more you tried to remember the more you forgot. Waking up this morning though, Amara could remember the entire dream, and it had been an incredibly long one, filled with such vivid characters, most she had never known, and events that had never happened to her and had the likelihood of never happening to anyone outside of a bad horror novel.
After all, vampires don't exist in the real world?
Once out of the shower, quickly Amara dressed, had a quick breakfast and once after saying goodbye to her only other family member, the cat, ran off to school, her first day of High School to be exact.
"Strange. . . That's basically where my dream started out. . . Except I hadn't been in it. . . " Amara mused quietly to herself, ignoring a few looks from some people she barely recognized. Everyone talks to themselves, most people just never admit it. She stopped at the front of her high school and sighed. "Sunnydale High School. . . I hope I do better this time around then before. . ."
The town of Sunnydale had been her lifetime home; she had been born here and had lived with her mother and father in a moderately sized house on Pine Street right up until her parents' sudden death. Then of course it had been a necessity to get rid of the house and find a smaller place where she could afford to live. It had been incredibly hard at first; she had had to convince the authorities that while she was only sixteen, she could still manage to take care of herself without anyone older in the house. In the end it had taken her legal guardian, her uncle, coming to her aid and telling social services that he agreed. Of course that was based more on the fact that he most likely didn't want to have to pay for her or take care of her. It all worked out for Amara though, she preferred to stay in Sunnydale. Not on the account of any friends or any other relations. She had managed to live here for sixteen years without making any friends, no one who she would call a best friend anyway, just acquaintances, and never any boyfriends. Sixteen years of living for herself and her family. She hadn't really felt much sadness on the topic, until today though. More exactly right after that dream. The people in it had been so close, had done anything for each other. It made her want something along those lines, but she never had been one to get along with others to easy. Looking around at the high school students milling about around her, Amara sighed and tilted her head back, staring at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky above her. Starting high school was a new start; so there was no reason why she couldn't change herself, get friends, maybe with the dynamics of those in that dream. . .
The dream crept into her head once more and the men in it brought a slight smile to her face. She remembered their names, their lives, basically everything about them, and she hadn't even met any of them. They had all been gorgeous though. Some people in the dream though did look slightly familiar. . .
Her silent reverie was jarred for an instance by a harsh push, moving her out of the way for the queen of Sunnydale High. Cordelia Chase. . . By far the most gorgeous girl in the entire high school, even if she was just a freshman like herself. Facts didn't change that easily. Amara frowned slightly, since Cordelia had played a part in her dream, quite large in fact now that she thought about it. To everyone standing around, it just appeared that Amara had been displeased at being pushed to the side and so it wasn't strange that someone came over to her.
"Are you okay. . . ? Cordelia likes to do that quite often." Amara looked up slightly surprised at someone she had a brief acquaintance with, Willow Rosenburg, a sweet girl who had far more brains than Cordelia could ever hope for, but since this was California brains didn't matter. Seeing Willow's smiling face and long red hair, Amara realized that Willow had been in her dream last night as well, but was that really surprising? She did know her.
"Did she push you a little too hard, jangle your brains around out of your head?" Came the question from Willow's best friend, Xander Harris. This is strange, Amara thought, I don't know either of these two that well, yet both in my dreams all of a sudden, and in such strange ways. . . She shook her head and smiled slightly at the two.
"Cordelia hardly has enough strength. I'm fine; I was just in another world for a second. Thank you for the concern though." She smiled again, expecting the two to go off on their way again and leave her alone, since that's the way it always had been but Xander just laughed and patted her on the back. Willow smiled as well and peered at Amara's schedule.
"Let me see your schedule, I wonder if we're in any classes together." Before Amara even gave her permission, Willow took the piece of paper and pointed. "Yes. . . You're in mine and Xander's English class, and in my science class." Willow took Amara's arm and pulled her along. "English is first so come on. . ." Xander followed next to the two girls and rambled on about finally being in high school, and some other inane stuff about how he was going to become the most popular guy in school, and make Cordelia fall in love with him and then break her heart. Amara laughed, getting a flash from her dream but shook it off, telling Xander that she was sure he could easily get Cordelia to love him. Only Willow caught the roll of her eyes. Xander walked ahead, preening and glowing from the compliment, leaving the two girls to shake their heads behind him.
***Well there's that for the prologue ^-^ Review if you want to. I'm always up for being told what's wrong and such. and I'm sure I'll make plenty of mistakes before this is done. Look back for a new chapter in a day or two. What else am I gonna do? Homework? Not bloody likely.***