Summary - I wasn't suppose to be like this. I didn't ask for it. I didn't even want it, but it is my duty, my right, my curse. Eleven years ago from where my real story begins something big happened to me. Something big that at age sixteen I've only begun to face. If only all the normal people could see. If only they could understand the life of a Vampire Slayer.

Title: Red and Black Candles

Chapter 12: First Beauty

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I've smelled rotting flesh. I've tasted sticky, filthy, dog tongue drugs mingled in blood. I've even drowned in the odor of extremely obese men, but never! Not one single time in my life had I ever smelled anything as disgusting, as absolutely revolting as highschoolers! Unwashed hair, baggy black cloths soaking in the sweat caused by the sun and puberty, puberty, PUBERTY! Want to know the one and only plus about being a vampire? I've never had a single pimple in my life… rather my un-life.

Cradling her legs to her chest, Pan desperately tried to avoid contact with the beams of light. Unfortunately, Trunks wiped around the corner and screeched to a stop, causing her to smash into the door with such a force that it opened up and she came spilling out.

"TRUNKS YOU BASTARD!!" She screamed, as she pushed herself up off of a raven, spiky haired boy with dark, soulful black eyes.

"Pan calm down!"

"I'M NOT GOING TO CALM DOWN YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING DRIVING LIKE A CRAZY DRUNK? YOU STUPID ASSHOLE! I'M IN THE SUN AND YOU KNOW I'M A-"

Dashing over, Trunks through his hand over her mouth and smiled at the gathering crowd. "Extremely sensitive to the sun. She just has Colostrocotos, a rare sun condition. Nothing to see hear people."

Crunch! Pan's teeth dug deeply into Trunks hand, leaving two holes, which immediately began spewing blood.

"SHIT! WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FOR, BITCH!?" He screamed.

"TRUNKS!!!!" A voice boomed behind him.

"Y-y-yes Mr. Piccolo."

"DETENTION!" He yelled, furiously scribbling down the reasons on an official looking piece of paper. Handing the sheet to Trunks, Mr. Piccolo turned and hovered off to the next unsuspecting victim.

"Swearing on school property. Detention. Sparring Gym." He read.

"Sparring gym?" Pan questioned as her hands played with the rays of painless sunlight all around her.

The light was magnificent. I really couldn't describe it then. Hell, I can barely describe its absolute beauty now. Beauty. The word may not mean much to others, but seeing what I have seen… beauty didn't even exist. It was the first time since my family was murdered, since I was an innocent, naïve child, that I had seen, had felt glorious beauty. It was just the first time. It wouldn't be the last.

"Yeah as in f-"

"I know what it is." She snapped and then, caught the smell of his blood.

There it was. The smell, the gentle texture of the rich scent of fresh, oozing blood spilling down the hand. The pull back to reality. I was a Vampire. Couldn't keep trying to pretend that I wasn't. It was just a waste of time, but before I could really think about it Trunks grabbed me with his bleeding hand. For one last moment, I felt the caress of the blazing sun on my needy body, as he pulled me back into the darkness. The darkness that was adolescence.

"Trunks, I'm getting a ride after school." Bura yelled, as she disappeared into a crowd of gossiping blondes.

Ignoring his sister, Trunks pulled Pan over to a locker that read 431 and twisted in the combination on the lock. Instantly, a pile of books slammed into his face.

"TRUNKSIE!!" A girl with a high-pitched voice screamed from down the hall, nearly shattering Pan's ultra sensitive ears.

"Carla?" He questioned, a look of horror on his face.

"Of course, sweetie!" She said in a singsong manner and then threw her arms around him, as her lips slipped into his.

"What did you think he was up for grabs?" A vicious, icy voice whispered into Pan's throbbing ears. "Especially for a Vampire dog. How's the collar?"

"BITCH!!" Pan screamed, her fingers curling into such hard fists that they threatened to burst.

"I wouldn't try that… You know you can't, don't you?"

Lizza had definitely made it to the top of my revenge list. It wasn't because of her nastiness or her tendency to show up at the worst of times. Simply, when it all came down to it, it was because of the things she said. No matter how much I wanted to shake it and ignore it, the truth still clawed its way through. She was right. She was absolutely right.

Ignoring her, Pan smashed her fists into Lizza's face, but right before she made contact the room turned momentarily black. Collapsing to the ground, she suddenly felt a white-hot burning in her eyes as the contacts turned to liquid and drizzled out. But the pain was nothing compared to the streams of sun pouring in from the High School windows onto her paralyzed arms.

"Pan?"

BOOOOOOOOOOP! The bell screamed as the remaining teens disappeared down the hall, leaving only a wickedly smiling Lizza, and one hell of a horrifically confused Carla.

"TRUNKSIE? WHAT IS-" Carla began and tried to grab his arm for comfort.

Pushing her away, Trunks snatched up Pan and dashed down the hall. Almost tripped as she took the corner, Trunk tore open the janitor's closet door and hurled Pan and himself inside.

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Ooo… So excited to be writing again. Wish I could fix my laptop so I could write more often… This computer is all messed up and it takes a long time to get fan fiction's posted!!

Carla doll - YOU BROUGHT ME OUT!! YOU… But WHERE IS MY PRECIOUS GOTTIE??? Looks at Trunks doll with disgust WHY am I with HIM?

Me - Do you enjoy being out of the box?

Carla doll - Well yes, but-

Me - Do you want to stay out of the box?

Carla doll - Yes, BUT-

Me - THEN YOU WILL TAKE WHAT YOU GET AND LIKE IT!

Carla doll - Folds arms and sticks tongue out at me

I give her an evil look

Carla doll - Cowers in fear and disappears back onto the brainstorming shelf

All right folks! Until next time… hopefully sooner… PLEASE REVIEW and find out what is happening to Pan, what exactly sparring class is and who the black, spiky haired boy with soulful eyes is…