Her short pink hair was flat against the back of her head, her brown eyes were wide with panic, Charlotte had just woken from a coma, but remembered the day she blacked out perfectly. Her day at school was clear in her mind…

Sitting in the school cafeteria, sipping on a coke, Charlotte was alone at the table hse always sat at. Of course, no one would go near her, and the usual whispers and undertones she heard when people passed her were no surprise.
"Freak."
"Loser."
Cough. "Weirdo" Cough.
She normally didn't pay any attention to this, but one person's voice caught her attention.
"He was acting like a zombie-vampire or something" and a chortle and giggle behind her. She knew better than to say anything, but her knowledge of all that is dark got best of her.
"Actually, vampires are not zombies, they-" she said, turning around.
"What? Was I talking to you, loser?" the boy behind her said, scowling.
That night, as well, was coming back to her, and she remembered the awful screams of pain and horror, and the mutated face of the…vampire? Was it real? Had she dreamed it? And WHY in the hell was she in a hospital. She turned to her surroundings, to find her in a room with other people, all who seemed to be in the state she was just in. But something was odd…she should have felt weak…tired, and maybe even paralysed.

I'm no doctor, but shouldn't I be a vegetable?

Quickly, without even thinking, she grabbed something beside her bed, pulling it up. She had a feeling something was watching her, and she was right. She had grabbed a small, pale girl, who looked as if she was only a child. Her eyes seemed older, though, filled with fear, but wisdom, and she had a twitchy way about her. When Charlotte pulled the girl to eye level, she saw she would be only a few inches above her waist. The girl was twitching, her eyes wide and scared. She struggled against Charlotte's grip, but Charlotte held onto her, her grip strong, and not budging. This confused Charlotte. She had never been that active, and she wasn't the strongest person she knew.
"Who are you?" Charlotte asked, her voice quavering slightly. She had a strong feeling that this girl wasn't exactly what she seemed. She sensed something she could not name, but kept her hold on the tiny stranger. "Who are you? Why are you here?" Charlotte noticed the girl had not hospital clothes on, but a pair of ragged plaid pants, and a white t-shirt, with stains and dirt on it. The girl merely looked at Charlotte with fear and anxiety in here eyes. She finally whispered, so quiet, Charlotte had to lean close to hear;
"Slayer."
"Slayer? You're a Slayer? What are you talking about?" Charlotte shook the frail arm of the blonde girl in her grasp once more and looked at the her closely.
"You!" she said, pointing a finger at Charlotte. "SLAYER!"
"SHH!" Charlotte put a hand over the girl's mouth. "I'm a what? What in the frilly heck is a Slayer?" The girl just looked vacantly at her, and Charlotte removed her hand. "Don't yell. Who are you?" The girl just looked down and trembled. "Hey…it's alright, I'm not gonna' hurt you."
"But you will! You are supposed to!" the girl looked up, and shook even more violently. Her wide, pale eyes were brimming with tears. "You are the vampire slayer!"
"And what are you, a vampire?" Charlotte snapped, raising her eyebrows. The girl just looked at her with a blank expression on her face, and Charlotte's rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on, you got to be kidding me!" she let go of the girl, who immediately made a run for the door. "No, no! You're not going anywhere." she grabbed her again, and pulled her towards the bed again. "You are gonna' tell me everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. Starting with you name."
"Why not, I can't and Ellophusium." the girl said, very quickly. Charlotte gave her a incredulous look.
"What?"
"Why can I not go, I can't tell you everything, and my name is Ellophusium."
"Well, Ellophusium…you're staying with me until I know everything. If you can't tell me everything, who can?"

A young woman, at the age of 18, walked off a plane into the crowded New York airport. She swept her brown hair our of her piercing blue eyes and scanned the crowd. Wearing a long black leather trench coat sent from a friend in LA, she strode out of the airport. Behind her, slowly, someone lurked within the shadows, following her. She stopped, and looked into a nearby alleyway, her hand going casually to her pocket. The figure in the shadows stood still, watching it's prey's every move. The woman continued walking, but into the alley. The shape in the shadows saw its chance, and leapt from the corner in which it was hiding. The woman turned, pulling a stick of wood from her pocket, and plunging it into the heart of her attacker. The assailant immediately turned to dust, and the woman smiled. She pocketed the stick, and began walking out of the alley. The lights from the New York's nightlight hit the face of Dawn Summers as she continued walking down the street, hair and black coat trailing behind her.