Chapter3 - Oops

"I'm A What?" Brittany asked raising her eyebrow.

The older man sitting at a desk in front of her and just looked at Brittany for a moment. 'She was so young. So cute. So vulnerable. How could he explain it to her? Her responsibly to die … a short life to save the world just so something even worse can come along. Why did they have to choose such young girls? Maybe if he didn't tell her what she was, she wouldn't have to die. But he knew better then that, if he didn't tell her then someone or something would and she would think she was just some little helpless teenager, most likely die without a fighting chance.' So he took a deep breath, "Slayer, You're the Brand New Slayer."

"Okay, Now What The Hell's A Slayer?" Brittany said as she looked around, her mind racing. 'This is weird. These people are weird and kinda even freaky. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea coming here.' She took a glance at the hot guy who had brought her here, to this weird place. But he was just 'so damn hot.' She glanced back at the older guy looking at his desk. His nameplate stated his name was 'Angel'. Brittany could only think 'who would name their little boy Angel?'

Angel took another deep sigh placing his words carefully in his mind before saying them aloud, "A Slayer Is A Girl. Usually A Young Girl Who.. Saves The World…A lot."

Brittany smirked. She wanted to laugh so badly but his face was so serious. She just kept the smirk on her face as she began to speak, "So.. I'm Super Girl? Do I Get A Cute Little Cape And A Matching Outfit?"

"Well, No." Angel said. He looked over at the younger guy in the room. How could he explain it to her? She wouldn't believe him at first. He was sure of that. As he looked over the younger man beside him for help he could only see a smirk of laughter upon the other guys face. He sighed to himself before continuing to talk, "You're a Slayer. A Vampire Slayer."

"Vampire Slayer?" Brittany asked slowly the words barely passing thru her lips. 'These people really are crazy. It really wasn't a good idea coming here.'

Angel looked at her slightly moving in his chair putting his arms on his desk softly, "Yes, Not To Get All Quotey On You But The Chosen One, To Fight Against All The Vampires, Demons, And The Forces Of Darkness. You Are The Slayer."

Brittany nodded slowly taking it all in. 'Vampires aren't even real. This guy.. these people.. they're all physco. I mean there aren't demons. There are forces of darkness but not the type they're thinking of.'

Angel just sat there looking at Brittany waiting for a response.

Scene changes to out back of a night club

"I Can't Believe You Did That!" An alarmed voice shouted.

"Keep It Down!" growled one of the young ladies.

Defending herself the girl known around her school as 'Kitten' replied to both of her friends, "I Did What I Had To. Did You Want Them Telling The Whole School We're Freaks?"

One of the girls sighed, "No, But We Could Have Did A Forgetting Spell."

"We Didn't Have Time Before The Bitch Would Have Screamed," The meanest one growled.

Kitten also known as Stacey looked from one friend to another, "Calm Down Both Of You."

"How Can I Calm Down? We Need To Call The Police!" the girl started for her cell phone.

Stacey grabbed the phone out of her hand, "Linda, No We Can Take Care Of It."

"Can You Bring Her Back Alive?" Linda shouted, "I Don't Think So!"

Stacey smirked, "No, But We Can Cover It Up. No One Would Ever Believe We Had A Part Of It."

The meanest girl smirked, "We Could Make It Seem Like She Was … How Can I Put It? Not So Freaking Perfect And Great!"

"Great Idea Marcy," Stacey smiled, "But How Can We Do That?"

Linda enraged screams, "That's Just Wrong! We Can't Do That!"

"It Part Of You Fault Linda, If You Don't Go Along With Us We Will Blame It On You!" Marcy shouted back.

Linda sighed, "You Wouldn't."

Stacey nodded, "Oh We Would."

Linda turned looking over at a young girls lifeless body. She was wearing dark blue jean pants with white tennis shoes and a pink top. Her notebook and camera was lying by her body. Her brown hair was wavy and now greasy from lying on the concrete. Her green eyes were wide-open looking straight up at the stars that were shining so brightly. She didn't know what she was getting herself into when she started following the three girls that night. Linda was for sure that she didn't know she was going to die tonight either. She remembered the words Stacey used after… after… she couldn't think about what just happened, all she could think about was after that. All Stacey could say was "Oops".