AN: I own nothing except my own imagination and characters which sprung from it.
Summary: When Alec meets up with an escaped female transgenic, he and Max soon discover she is not all that she seems. The girl is an escapee of a organization with links to Manticore which is experimenting for the perfect creation. A transgenic vampire slayer.
Takes place after Gill Girl but before Freak Nation. Some Btvs culture, but no series characters. Please Read and Review so I know if I'm on the right track. More chapters in creation so just say the word.
The Perfect Creation
Prologue
Astrid woke screaming.
More nightmares, there were always nightmares, they had been a part of her for so long she could hardly remember a time when they didn't haunt her sleep. But she knew when they had started, the same night her parents and watcher had been murdered and she had been dragged kicking and screaming to the hellhole she had spent five years of her life in.
She remembered her first night there, slipping in and out of consciousness, curious eyes probing her and experimental equipment's bright lights blinding her. She had struggled, used ever inch of her remarkable strength, to no avail. Her enemy, had helpers, people or things with extraordinary talent just like her, but they were not like her. They were transgenics.
But things had changed since that night, now she could no longer say the slaves of her tormentor didn't share some link to her, because after that night she had no longer just been a chosen one, she was now a transgenic too. They had been fools to think they could keep her under their thumb. In their eyes they had made a uncontrollable monster, but they were the evil ones, the monsters. No matter how hard they tried to beat, stun and torture it out of her Astrid had retained her personality and ability to make decisions by herself. This distanced her from the other transgenics she shared the company of. To them Astrid was broken and in need of repair, every day they tried to 'fix' her, and every day they failed.
Astrid shivered and pulled the covers of her makeshift bed over her shoulders. Her hand automatically reached to rub the barcode on her neck. She was branded, like cattle. But the barcode was not who she was, it was who they had wanted her to be. She had eluded them, escaped, and now they were no more. Some of their precious creations had turned on them, destroyed them. But not forever. Astrid knew that the lull in her tracking would not last forever, she was valuable to them, more so that the average transgenic. She was what they had considered to be the future. A Transgenic Slayer.