Prologue
Amelia smiled as she cruised into the small town. She was ready for a showdown and throw-out. She had heard a number of rumours coming from the small quite town of Sunnydale, California and she just had to check them all out. First off there was an un-killable Slayer in the town that went by the name of Buffy Summers. Second that her dear old Sire was her lap dog.
She grinned as the large SUV she had 'borrowed' roared down the I-95. The last owner wouldn't miss it that much. Not like he had any use to the object either way. Can't drive if you're dead...most of the time. A feral grin crossed her features.
She was a few miles away from her destination and couldn't wait. She felt both the Slayer and William and her blood was boiling. She licked her lips at the thought of meeting both of them. She needed to know what had changed her Sire so much. Did he have a soul like Angelus? She shivered and hoped not. That would be a terrible crime. She didn't want to kill her Sire but she wouldn't let another vampire from her clan fall to that evil abomination.
She lazily reached over and turned the radio on. Old country poured out of the stereo. She hissed and flicked through the channels trying to find one more to her tastes. She did after a few moments of terrible country. A rock band flew through the cars, the words filling her ears.
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down.
She hummed along with the song and decided that she liked this band. It had that depressing edge to it that most things these days have long forgotten. "Evanescence", She thought to herself, "I must steal one of their CD's". She drummed on the steering wheel. Then she saw the exit she need. She changed lanes and pulled onto the ramp. She slowed down as she approached the town.
It was still earlier and she didn't feel like turning in for the night. She sighed and pulled into a hotel. She walked up and booked a room. After dumping her bag into the room she drove the SUV out to the town limits and left it by the ditch. Hopefully some poor teenager would steal it and take the blame. A hundred years of living can make a girl careful. She smelt the air and laughed out loud. She felt like hunting.
TBC...