Author's note - First off I would like to ask a few questions.

Pan isn't really like the actual Pan character in DBZ at all

So, upon arriving to this conclusion I decided that I might (MIGHT) make this into a real original story

Is this too much like Buffy the Vampire Slayer right now? If so then please ask yourself this question again after the next few chapters. By then, if it is still too much like Buffy then I need to know.

Thanxs!

(~.~)

That said, well. on with the story.

Vegeta - Not so fast, bitch! We have a score to settle.

Me - If it isn't the giant vegetable.

Vegeta - I wouldn't be so confident if I were you. *Fires blast*

*I doge blast*

Me - Is that the best you got. *Turns to audience and smiles* Take this, veggie. *Pulls out giant pencil, flips to eraser side and attempts to erase Vegeta's face*

Vegeta - Mm Mmmm! Mmm MMMM MMMMMM!

Me - Score one for me! *Victory dance*

Okay. So like I was saying! ON with the story!

Title: Red and Black Candles

Chapter 2: The Order of Slayers

When I met Ordaia the first time I was certain that that would be the last time. I was convinced that she hated me and would tell everyone that I was some evil monster that beat up all of her friends. Frightened that the policemen would come after me I even packed a bag of cloths, some food and my most important items along with some money that I had stolen from the man with the big office. But like usual, every time I was so sure of myself, I was wrong.

Her feet tiptoed across the front wood porch, dodging every nook and cranny, squeak and creak, with amazing ease. Of course there were reason's for that, which didn't include her multiplied hearing or more focused awareness. Nope. Being a slayer had nothing to do with it. This was something she clearly had practiced, on many an occasion.

Sometimes, when the woman who watched over my room, Helga, who we all called "Hell", would yell at me before I went to bed I would wait till she left and then get myself all fired up. I would keep whispering, "I can leave. I can do this. I'm going to night," as I chucked ripped maternity sweaters and worn out boys blue jeans into a suitcase. But in the end I could never go through with it. The orphanage was my only home then. It was the only thing I could hold onto.

Pan passed by the plot of oak trees that she had planted along with all the other girls in the orphanage. It was a tradition there. Every year the girls would plant an oak tree and the boys would plant an oak tree. Then they would tie a long pink ribbon around the girls and the boys. She spat.

The room watchers never knew that we had a competition, girls vs. boys. I didn't want to be a part of it, but I was a girl so technically I had to be, being that I was a girl, even if I was a slayer too. Every time it happened. The boys would say that by next year their tree would be taller and they would win, but the girls always won. Of course there were reasons for that, which didn't include the fact that it was the girls tree. Nope. I never liked boys much. Every vampire that came after me was a boy or a man. Usually a man, so I hated men even more. Well, I didn't really like girls either. They were weak and too easily persuaded by men, but I was a girl. I couldn't change that. I couldn't simply be a slayer, because a slayer was human too. So, I chopped the boy's tree down, only leaving the stump.

She didn't even look up as she walked by the playground. The monkey bars, the twisted slide, the once silver, now rusty seesaw, the toddler tunnel and the sand pit meant nothing to her. Suddenly a tiny speck of movement by the swings caught her eye. Her feet stopped moving and she froze.

"Leaving? Giving up? Are you really that weak? Please tell me Mrs. Izis did not do such a bad job in picking a slayer."

My heart nearly stopped and a felt like fainting. That voice, the way that name seemed to remind me of something, the words the voice said sent my mind spinning down a vortex of confusion. How could someone know I was the slayer? Was it a vampire?

"Your pathetic." The voice snarled, as they pushed themselves off of the swing.

The footsteps echoed through my head as I remained there, still frozen like a giant block of ice. The vivid memory still rests in my mind, sometimes appearing in my dreams. I couldn't move, even if I wanted to. My brain wouldn't work at all. I couldn't even get myself to think. So I waited. I didn't do anything at all.

"I don't bite if that's what your thinking." The voice was standing directly behind Pan.

Spinning around, a little girl stood before her.

"Ordaia." Pan gasped.

It was the first time I had spoken in a very long time, and it certainly wouldn't be my last.

"She speaks. Yes, it's me. Haven't you realized? Jeez! Haven't you even developed your powers at all?"

"Powers?"

"Don't tell me you don't know! Izis should seriously be killed. One time for her to pass on her stake and she messes up. I told the order not to make new stakes, but would they listen? No! This is what I said would happen."

"Order? New stakes?"

"What did you think you were the only slayer in the whole world? You must have a pretty large ego! How could you possibly take down the entire Vampire race by yourself? Don't you know how many vampires there are? Thousands, possibly millions. We're not even sure. They breed quickly."

"You?"

"Yes me! Of course I'm a slayer. The first one too."

"But wouldn't that make you?"

"Very old. Yes. 3,522 to be exact! I guess you could say I'm the mother of all slayers."

"How long?"

"Oh you don't have to worry. You're not immortal. You'll only live one normal human lifetime. You're a human slayer. Me, I'm well. different."

"What are you?"

"Well, I'm a different case. Most people just call me the first slayer, or mother, but technically I'm a vampire slayer."

Pan's eyes bulged a little, as took a few steps out, drawing her stake.

"Don't worry! I do not bite."

She dropped the stake.

There was something about her. Something that made me believe her. Besides, whatever the order was, the sounded a little frightening. So, being the child that I was, I let fear take hold of my mind.

"Well enough about me. How about you tell me a little about yourself, huh? Come on. Don't be afraid. One of our meeting rooms is this way."

I followed her; sure that she would be taking care of me. Right then I was so convinced that she was going to take care of me and I would be surrounded by other slayers, just like me, that I let the thoughts cloud my better judgment. I didn't know then, but following Ordaia was probably the worst decision I have ever made.

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Author's Note - Spooky, huh? Well did you sense anything weird about Ordaia? Did you? I'm waiting! Anyway. review and tell me what you thought and also tell me anything else about this chapter you liked/disliked. JUST REVIEW, PLEASE! Then I can see if Vegeta found a way to get his head back.