Author's note - Almost finish with the Buffy the Vamp. Series and then it's buy buy wasted hours of needing to know what happens and hello more time to write! Good? Agreed then! More writing less watching is my solid vow. well for now.

Summary - 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. Something that led her to the crazy, hectic life she leads now. If only all the "normal" people knew. If only they could understand the life of a slayer.

Title: Red and Black Candles

Chapter 4: A Mysterious Voice with An Unfriendly Threat

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To remember the last five years is only pure torture. So I guess it's obvious that I go through the purest form of torture every night, well if you can call it pure. The things I did. The children I drank from. Only children. I was so stupid. I actually believed that killing children was the better thing to do. After all, children where the idiotic ones that had this sort of thing happen to them all the time. I was a moron. Even more of a moron than I was when I followed Ordaia! I learned this a month ago. A month ago when someone changed my life in such a drastic way that I find myself baffled at my mind before and after my becoming a vampire.
Her black lips, short raven black hair, mascara smudged eyes, dark black cloths which practically covered her body from head to toe, and pale white skin, should have been evident signs that she was a vamp. Yet, this wasn't the age of smiles, girls in dresses and boys of courting ladies.
During those five horrible years, which I can't seem to find an excuse or at least way to stop thinking of, I was practically shut out from the world. I did not stalk my victims or enjoy tormenting them like I had seen so many vampires do. Not at all. Instead I just went out, found an innocent child, ate them and then went back to my apartment and stared at the wall. It was during one of these "hunts" that I met him.
She spotted a small teen with bright blue hair hanging down to her shoulders, swinging on one of the black swings at the old rusty swing set. Pan shut a quick glance to the left and the right of the playground. There wasn't anyone else there. No children at all, so she decided to settle for the teen clad in dark red.
Walking toward her, Pan exposed her fangs and her black fingernails grew a sharp point.
"Touch her and you die." A voice from behind her whispered.

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Author's not - End chapter. sorry I'm really tired and wanted to leave you a little cliff hanger. Who is it? Can you guess? How about the teen on the swing? Well. leave me a little review and tell me what you think. PLEASE!