Authors note: Well what did you think of the first chapter? Extremely depressing, but don't worry. It shouldn't be depressing forever. It's a drama. The point of a drama is there's a whole bunch of shit and then, just when it's the possibly the worst/most depressing it can be, something wonderful happens. So maybe that's how this will me. Maybe not! So drama it is or maybe-

Vegeta - You mean like that soap opera shit, bitch?

Me - VEGETA! Why are you always showing up in my fan fictions? I know you're desperate to get into one of my stories, but this is not the way to go. It's kind of pathetic.

Vegeta *stands there fuming*

Me - And besides, what do you think your life is anyway? You were taken over by an evil man, who looks like a woman, and brain washed into doing his evil work. Then you break down as you are dieing and tell the man you are so jealous of, Goku, to not spare Freeza's life. So Goku buries you only to have someone wish you back to life. Then a whole bunch of shit happens, your son ends up killing the bad man that you could never beat because he came through on a time machine, you marry the woman that you basically can't stand, have the son who came from the future (Who is by the way much stronger than you were at that age and only ½ Sayian!!), Get your butt kicked quite a few times, a whole bunch of other crap and then finally you grow a mustache and have a little girl who does NOT FIGHT! SO TELL ME? IS SOAP OPERA SHIT? CAUSE THEN YOUR LIFE IS PRETTY MUCH CRAP!

Vegeta - Shut up bitch! *Fires blast at me that I dodge**disappears*

Was he just crying? Well anyway, maybe it was just my imagination. Maybe. Well anyway write me a review so we can maybe get him to come back. The more reviews the sooner!

BSummary - Sitting in class she is forced to listen to dribble on laws and things that have been proven true and how all of the mythological creatures are myths. Eleven years ago something big happened to Pan. Something big that now, age sixteen she is only beginning to face. If only all the "normal" people knew. If only they could understand the life of a slayer./b

BUTitle: Red and Black Candles/b/u

Chapter 1: Slayer vs. Lies

IIt must have struck me sometime around the age of eleven or twelve. I was walking back home. Well not exactly home, even though that's what I wanted to call it. The adults referred to it as an orphanage. That's what they looked up in the big yellow phone bookwhen they wanted to call the man in the big office and buy a kid. That's when we had to say goodbye to whoever was leaving and make promises to see each other again, which were never kept. But those people really didn't want a kid. At least they didn't want anything that could remember their past. They wanted babies. Babies could forget because they never really knew. I was a kid, not a baby. I knew too much.

Anyway, as I was saying, the simple information must have finally dawned on me when I was eleven or twelve./i

Her feet carried her forward. She did not lift them, but they seemed to have a mind of the own, almost like two gray hounds sniffing out the remaining scent of a bunny. But my feet were not strong, beautiful gray hounds. They were tiny little feet surrounded by two sizes to big, hand-me- down tennis shoes and they were just carrying her back along a trail she had walked many times.

"There goes that weird little girl." Someone from across the street whispered.

iWhen I was simply given that special wooden stake, back when I was six, a transformation took place in me. I could run faster, my senses increased ten-fold, and I could fight. It was suppose to help me, make me feel empowered, give me a rush of adrenaline. I could have fought the vampires without that all. I did not need to fight them. My life didn't matter to me. Simply, I put the stake through their heart. That woman in black wasted too much time fighting them, trying to look good, almost like a super hero. I wasn't out for the fame. Revenge was my only motive./i

"Oh yeah. She's at the orphanage." Another said, giggling.

"Stop guys. It's not funny. Kelly's brother is from the orphanage." Another little girl with velvety black hair snapped.

"Shut up! Nobody knows that!" The first girl yelled, scowling and then took a few steps back, realizing that she should have denied it.

iThat's the problem with people. They're always trying to deny the truth they don't like and except the lies that make them feel better. I'm not like that. I don't like to lie. I don't like lies being told about me. Of course, nobody around me would really know that. I didn't talk until now. It wasn't a big life decision, nothing like that. I just didn't./i

A fourteen-year-old boy, leaning up against graffiti smeared wall, bent his head down and stared into the almost silk blue eyes of the little velvet haired girl. "You know she killed her parents."

"How do you know?" She whispered, a little quiver in her voice.

Someone stepped out of the candy store they were all standing in front of.

"My old man's on the police squad. He told me. They saw her at the scene standing by a weapon." He whispered in an eerie, but "sure of himself" voice.

"Yeah, well I heard." The person from the candy store began and then pulled in closer, beckoning them all to do the same until they were all in a huddle except for the silky blue-eyed girl. "That she's a vampire. You know those weird markings on their necks. Well my brother told me they looked like vampires teeth. Also that weapon was a stake. Jim, my bro, says that she got her Mom and three brothers and then planted the stake to look like she was killing other vampires. A year later, you know how her Dad mysteriously disappeared? Well I bet that she got to him too. Left him just with skin and bones to rot away. Sucked him clean, leaving the very last drops."

iMy thoughts told me to keep walking, to get home and ignore every last word they said. But I couldn't do that. It would be wrong to listen to people talking about how I killed my parents and even worst, a vampire when in face I was the one who would probably end up saving the human race. I couldn't stand there, listening to everything they said, and still hold to my priorities. I couldn't let people tell lies about me. I wouldn't./i

Suddenly something that looked like a pack of angry dogs all mixed together came running toward the pack of children. Within seconds, the storm of dogs stopped and a tiny girl appeared.

"Told you she was a vampire!"

Curling her fingers into a fist, Pan smashed her fist into the boy's cheek sending him flying back up against the wall. Before the others could run, the two snotty girls were sent straight into through the window of the candy shop followed by the other boy. Spitting, she began running down the street.

"Wait!" The kind blue-eyed girl screamed.

iI stopped. I'm not sure why I stopped. Maybe it was the way she phrased her command, kind, but demanding. Maybe it was because I felt like paying her back for the kindness. Or maybe my need for love, for communication and for other's to understand was overwhelming. Whatever it was I stopped running, turned around and waited./i

It took the girl about a minute to catch up with Pan, during which Pan calculated exactly how much farther she could already be.

"Hi, I'm Ordaia." She whispered, smiling and extended her hand.

Pan stood there, her eyes blank and emotionless, just waiting.

"Okay... Well... I just wanted to... Well I sort of... Um..." She began, fumbling through her words and searching for the right words to say what she wanted to know without sounding mean.

Still, Pan did not speak.

Taking in a deep breath, Ordaia spit the words out. "WellaboutwhattheysaidIwasjustwonderingdidyoureallydowhattheysaid?Didyoureal lykillyourparentsand-"

iI punched her lightly on the cheek, but still enough to hurt. I couldn't help it. It's not that I didn't like her. She was nice to me and that was pretty much a first. But she couldn't possibly understand. She couldn't began to get the pain I had gone through, the lost, the cold feeling that I carried around with me everywhere like a sack of a million elephants. The pain that no matter how strong I was, the weight would always way me down./i

Giving Pan an angry look, Ordaia ran back down the street.

Turning back around Pan began her long, familiar journey back home.

"You think you have the worst life. You think it's so hard for you. Nobody has the right to take their pain out on other people. Nobody gets to judge what is the worst." The blue-eyed girl yelled, her words drifting back like a swarm of angry bees, each stinging her with heart wrenching pain.

iHer words didn't make sense to me until I reached the orphanage and was lying awake in my bed at night, like usual. Then I understood them. I felt them and suddenly I realized, for the first time, that maybe there were worst lives out there. Maybe worst than mine and just possibly people with worst pain than I could imagine, were closer than I would ever think.../i

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Author's note - Well? What did you think? REVIEW PLEASE! Is it depressing, but in a beautiful way that makes you think or does it just make you think life sucks? Well this story isn't just depressing. It's about learning lessons too and that usually means happiness sooner than later. So. tell me what you think.