After she went up to her room, showered off the grimy-homeless-guy smell,
and unpacked the few things she owned she took her knife and stake and went
for a walk on the UCLA campus. She wanted to see what it was like. They
had accepted her, after all. But that was before.
She was walking by a darkened building with a lawn in front, and heard
a scream.
"What the hell is going on?!" A male voice shouted. Great. I've been here less than 4 hours and already I have to save college-boy's ass. She ran over to where the shout was heard, and saw a teenage guy on the ground, being injected with a spikey-looking thing by a menacing, slimy, yucky demon. She drew the knife out of her back pocket, and ran up to the demon, kicking it from the side so that it flew away from the kid, and quickly she slit its throat.
"Well that was refreshing." She commented, looking at the green ooze on her knife, that must have been the demon's blood. She made her ew-yucky-demon- blood face and walked up to the guy, still sprawled on the ground.
"You okay?" She asked the guy.
"I think so. What was that thing?"
She sighed. "This'll take a while. Ya wanna go somewhere? Know any good clubs?"
"I almost got killed and you want to go clubbing?"
"Yeah. Got a problem with that?"
He looked at her. The hottest girl I've ever seen is demanding that I go clubbing with her. "Okay." He replied.
"Coolness. Let's roll."
"Hey, what's your name?" He asked her.
"Ari. Yours?"
"Tobey."
"That's cute. In an American kinda way."
"You're not American?"
"Yes, but my dad's British so I still make fun of you fools." He was starting to be a little intimidated of her, but she was hot, so he didn't care.
"Rum and Coke. No ice," Ari stated coolly.
"ID," the bartender said.
"I'm 24 just give me the fricken drink!"
"ID."
"Fine. Hold the rum," she mumbled.
"How old are you?" Tobey asked.
"20."
He looked at her. She couldn't be older than him.
"19."
Nope.
"Okay, I'm sixteen. You?"
"18."
"So you a student or what?"
"Yeah, freshman. You?"
"Well.I'm between.things."
"Dropout?"
"No I graduated. I skipped two grades. I can't afford to go to college. I'm gonna try to get an acting job."
"Good luck."
"Well this is LA right? How hard can it be?"
"Obviously you haven't tried yet."
"Why have you?"
"No, but I had this girlfriend.wait.no I didn't." He decided to change the subject, too confused to continue. "So what's your story anyway?"
She explained to him about vampires, Slayers and demons, before figuring her own story in it. "So my mom was a Slayer and my dad was a Watcher okay? She died when I was three, and my dad started my training the day after she died. So with thirteen years of training plus my Slayer strength infused blood, I can kick some ass."
"Where is your dad?"
"He was killed.by a Bringer last year. I watched him die. I avoided Social Services for a while but they started to catch up with me. So I left."
"That sucks." Tobey realized how weak that sounded as soon as it left his mouth.
She was walking by a darkened building with a lawn in front, and heard
a scream.
"What the hell is going on?!" A male voice shouted. Great. I've been here less than 4 hours and already I have to save college-boy's ass. She ran over to where the shout was heard, and saw a teenage guy on the ground, being injected with a spikey-looking thing by a menacing, slimy, yucky demon. She drew the knife out of her back pocket, and ran up to the demon, kicking it from the side so that it flew away from the kid, and quickly she slit its throat.
"Well that was refreshing." She commented, looking at the green ooze on her knife, that must have been the demon's blood. She made her ew-yucky-demon- blood face and walked up to the guy, still sprawled on the ground.
"You okay?" She asked the guy.
"I think so. What was that thing?"
She sighed. "This'll take a while. Ya wanna go somewhere? Know any good clubs?"
"I almost got killed and you want to go clubbing?"
"Yeah. Got a problem with that?"
He looked at her. The hottest girl I've ever seen is demanding that I go clubbing with her. "Okay." He replied.
"Coolness. Let's roll."
"Hey, what's your name?" He asked her.
"Ari. Yours?"
"Tobey."
"That's cute. In an American kinda way."
"You're not American?"
"Yes, but my dad's British so I still make fun of you fools." He was starting to be a little intimidated of her, but she was hot, so he didn't care.
"Rum and Coke. No ice," Ari stated coolly.
"ID," the bartender said.
"I'm 24 just give me the fricken drink!"
"ID."
"Fine. Hold the rum," she mumbled.
"How old are you?" Tobey asked.
"20."
He looked at her. She couldn't be older than him.
"19."
Nope.
"Okay, I'm sixteen. You?"
"18."
"So you a student or what?"
"Yeah, freshman. You?"
"Well.I'm between.things."
"Dropout?"
"No I graduated. I skipped two grades. I can't afford to go to college. I'm gonna try to get an acting job."
"Good luck."
"Well this is LA right? How hard can it be?"
"Obviously you haven't tried yet."
"Why have you?"
"No, but I had this girlfriend.wait.no I didn't." He decided to change the subject, too confused to continue. "So what's your story anyway?"
She explained to him about vampires, Slayers and demons, before figuring her own story in it. "So my mom was a Slayer and my dad was a Watcher okay? She died when I was three, and my dad started my training the day after she died. So with thirteen years of training plus my Slayer strength infused blood, I can kick some ass."
"Where is your dad?"
"He was killed.by a Bringer last year. I watched him die. I avoided Social Services for a while but they started to catch up with me. So I left."
"That sucks." Tobey realized how weak that sounded as soon as it left his mouth.
