I do not own Slayers. I only own Kara Metallium and her former dimension. Enjoy! I have been planning it for years!

~Kara Metallium ^_~!

Chapter 1- Xellos and his Poetic License

Hannah sighed as her sister, once again, took over the computer.

"But, I want to read more Slayers fanfiction!" protested Hannah to her younger sister, clenching her fists.

"Deal," the younger one replied, shoving Hannah from the room and locking the door.

Hannah sighed again and pulled at the oversized nightshirt she was wearing in frustration. Well, watching Slayers was just as good as reading it. She padded down the cream carpeted stairs for something cool to eat, and settled on an ice cream bar from the freezer in the garage. Hannah popped a video into the VCR. She plopped down on the brown velvety couch and turned on the TV. Watching the first two episodes, she commented to herself on Lina's antics and Gourry's clueless demeanor. She thoroughly enjoyed the ice cream. Her sister came down after a while and saw what she was watching.

"Hannah, who's your favorite character?"

"Xellos, without a doubt."

Her younger sister shook her head and headed back upstairs. Hannah stretched her long legs. She was not exactly fat, but not thin either. Her rumpled long brown hair with its bangs obscured most of her face, even as she stared at the ceiling.

"I wish I wasn't human," Hannah murmured, blinking her blue eyes," but a monster like Xellos, with lots of power. I'd like to irritate people for sport. Hmma mission for the betterment of the monster race would be fun with that kind of power," Hannah smiled wryly to herself, "Too bad there is such thing as an interdimensional portal or some such thing." Hannah stopped talking and drifted off to sleep curled up on the small couch.

Unbeknownst to her, someone watched her sleeping. Through a portal to be exact. In fact, Hannah even had the very person's name on her lips a few moments before. Xellos. The dark purple haired monster smiled a quiet smile. 'This girl,' he thought to himself, 'might be a little fun. A monster, eh?' He could do that.

Xellos opened the portal's other end in Hannah's dimension. Her hair began to whip wildly around her face. Hannah opened her eyes and stared at the vivid portal. 'Evidently, she thinks it's a dream,' thought Xellos as he reached out toward her with her doing the same.

"Xellos," she murmured softly looking up into the monster's face. He opened his eyes slowly and saw unblinking clear blue ones returning the stare. "You've finally come," she said reaching up and grabbing Xellos's hand. He was startled, he had expected her to scream, to be startled, not to act like this. However, he pulled the not exactly light girl through the swirling gate of color and reached the other side. The Slayers dimension.

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Hannah lay there not wanting to open her eyes. She had had the most delicious dream. Hannah had been laying there sleeping in her own family room, when suddenly she was pulled into a portal by Xellos. She smiled as she remembered Xellos's image, it had been more vivid than she had ever seen him. He had appeared more handsome in her dream too. His dark glossy hair and his purple mazoku eyes had burned an image into her brain. Xellos had propositioned her with becoming a monster. She had smiled casually and said sure as if it were no big thing. It was just a dream after all. However, her death had been quick, but vivid. She could almost feel the pain. 'Strange for a dream,' she thought. Xellos had resurrected her as his own. He had renamed her Kara. She remembered the end of the dream, waking up and discovering she had power, power that consumed her very soul.

"Xellos," Hannah murmured. His name was spoken quietly, she herself could barely hear it.

"Why, good morning Miss Kara."

Hannah opened her eyes wide and quickly. She sat up and rubbed them. There, in front of her, why it couldn't be! There sitting in front of her, plain as day, was Xellos Metallium. Xellos. He was levitating, indian-style in the air a few feet in front of her. His long staff laid across his lap. Xellos's trademark smile was a cheerfully bright as the light shining off his glossy hair.

Where is that light coming from?' She looked around her and realized she was not on her couch in the family room. Hannah was in a luxuriantly decorated bedroom and she had been sleeping in a four poster canopy bed, decorated with dark maroon sheets. The light was coming from the sunlight through open french doors that led out to a balcony and beyond. A fire crackled cheerfully against the wall.

Her eyes returned to Xellos's face. His smile was as cheerful as the surroundings. Hannah found this strangely creepy.

"This is a dream," Hannah said carefully and slowly, "a very very vivid dream." Hannah pinched herself. For a pinch that should have hurt, it didn't at all. No, she couldn't be, could she? A mazoku? A monster? She shook her head trying to get rid of the images. This dream was fantastic, but, she wanted to wake up. She wanted to have control over her own life.

"Why Miss Kara, you don't look at all well. Pray tell, what is wrong?" Xellos smiled as if this was all very very common.

"Am I athat is I mean to say-"

"-mazoku?" Xellos opened one eye, "Oh yes, Miss Kara you are a living breathing monster, so to speak. Don't you remember? I asked you if you wanted to become a monster. You said yes; so I killed you and resurrected you. You don't mean to tell me you don't remember?" Xellos spoke very brightly. It was a bit taxing on her.

"I thought it was a dream" murmured Kara as she stared at the coverlet, tracing the pattern with her finger.

"Oh no, Miss Kara. It was real, quite real" Xellos opened his other eye. His gaze seemed to pin Kara down. Everything turned still, she stopped breathing. She started to suffocate. "What's wrong, Miss Kara? You are a monster, you don't need air," said Xellos still staring at her.

Xellos was right. Kara didn't need air. She smiled weakly. Xellos closed his eyes and smiled cheerfully again. "Well Miss Kara, since this is your first day as a monster, and as a person with any magical power at all, I guess we had better get started with your training. Starting with you getting dressed."

Kara glanced down and realized she was still wearing the oversized night shirt from before the ordeal. Kara got out of bed and stood up. Suddenly her shirt disappeared. It was instantly replaced with very different clothing. A simple white tunic, red leggings, and good pair of brown leather boots. Kara started to idly play with her hair as she simply stared at her clothes. She realized her hair was brushed and a different color. Kara blinked at her hair. She held a strand up close to her face. It was definitely black. 'That's sort of odd,' she thought. Kara looked startled at Xellos. He smiled and pointed to a full body mirror. She walked over to it. Kara blinked at her appearance.

Her hair was not only black, but shined blue. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were black too. Her clear blue eyes had been replaced with red ones, mazoku ones. Kara then noticed something else in her appearance. She turned to the side examining her figure. She was thin! Tears well up in her bright red eyes. Of course her figure had never mattered to anyone but her. But her she was staring at herself in the mirror, she was beautiful and exotic. Never again would she have bouts of depression about her looks. It had all disappeared. Kara blinked away the tears and smiled. She suddenly felt very vain for a moment. Xellos came up behind her. He was decidedly taller than her.

"I am gorgeous," Kara breathed.

"I decided to take a poetic license. Since you are my creation anyway" he said quietly. Kara blinked and her smile was replaced by a serious one.

"I am your creation," she said slowly, "like you are Zelas's creation." Kara turned around and faced Xellos.

"Well, yes," said Xellos, " you are my minion." Kara exhaled a breath of air slowly and looked at him very hard.

"Well, I guess I do owe you," she said turning away from him and walking toward the window, "I suddenly am starting to realize the serious predicament I have gotten myself into" Xellos fell into step beside her. "Now I'm starting to remember what sort of person, rather monster, you really are Xellos." They reached the balcony outside. Kara stared out at the few trees which obscured a little of her vision from looking at a beach and the sea beyond. "So the real question is," she said turning to face him beside her, "where does that put me?" Xellos remained silent. "I would be inclined to trust you, but since no one else does, why should I?" Xellos smiled his trademark smile again. He put his finger up and wagged it at her.

"Tsk, tsk, tskI generally can't be trusted, but the real question is, who else is there to trust? You have come into this world entirely on your own Miss Kara. You have no magical skills, nor physical ones. You have nothing to your name, not even the clothes on your back. You have power, but is it truly yours since you are my resurrected minion? I fear that I am the only person you can trust Miss Kara."

"Or fear the most," she replied. Xellos smiled again.

"It's all the same to me Miss Kara, but have I really given you a reason to mistrust me?"

'He's right,' thought Kara. 'He's absolutely right. I have nothing and he has everything to give, from what he will give. But I think I have to find some other people I can trust- fast.' Kara's mind drifted back to her dimension when Slayers was only a show. Her thoughts locked on the main character. 'Lina,' Kara thought, 'she's my only salvation.' Kara's eyes locked onto Xellos.

"When you're right, you're right Xellos." Kara mimicked Xellos's countenance. Her eyes closed and her smiled widened cheerfully. "I guess I really have no choice!" Her smile widened even more. "Did I hear you mention training?" she asked, "I guess we better get started!"