Ok I don't own any of the recognizable characters from Buffy or Angel, whoever might show up. I'm not sure yet. Although if I did own Spike, I would be a much happier person. Um, yeah don't own any pop culture references that may pop up. Only things that are mine are the original characters and the plot.

By the way, sorry this is so short, but it's almost midnight and I'm getting tired, so I'm not going type the rest of what I've got written. Amazingly I have pretty much written as of now. So, look forward to more, I'm hoping to update this with some regularity.

A petite girl peered down from her perch, disgust plain on her face. Why did the idiots have to come here? She swung a few branches lower, studying the faces of the intruders. Everyone knew going out at night, especially in the woods was dangerous. People disappeared here all the time-yet still these imbeciles were here, tramping around like they didn't have a care in the world. What she wouldn't give to be one of them…well not the walking into the woods about to face a horrible death part, but the without a care in the world part.

Kiyara sighed. People like this just made more work for her. The only thing she wanted even close to as much as she wanted to be normal was to be a Slayer somewhere else. Anywhere but the newly rebuilt Sunnydale. Downtown Hellmouth. However her parents had moved her to Sunnydale without the knowledge that it was the Hellmouth, and no way were they moving again. So the fresh, new Watcher's Council (this time with a healthy dose of Slayers on it) had decided to assign her to Sunnydale, even though she was only 14. Crazy old men.

And now here she was, patrolling fake little forests and the cemeteries that seemed to pop up almost as soon as the paint had finished drying on the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign. Making sure that stupid people like this would live another day.

Sometimes I think they deserve to die. Kiyara shook her head, clearing it of thoughts like that. She was supposed to be a protector of the people; she couldn't go around thinking they should die.

She swayed farther down and leaped out of the tree where she had climbed for a better view. She hit the ground cat-like and set off into the trees.

Tonight the Slayer was looking for a particular demon, one that had taken up residence in these woods and the park they were located in. She had tracked it for three nights now, and every time she had come away with nothing to show for it.

Stupid git of a demon. It was making it very difficult for her to keep up with her homework, which was hard enough already. If her grades dropped even the slightest bit her life would be hell.

Kiyara grimaced at this line of thought; she still had mounds of homework waiting for her tonight. She didn't have time to wallow in self-pity though, for at that moment a crunch came from behind her. She spun, her hair whipping around behind her. It was the demon.

"Finally,"

The thing was hideous; huge and hulking, its skin was a sickly green, covered in warty looking growths. It had squinty eyes almost completely hidden in folds of skin. And it gave off the most disgusting reek Kiyara had ever had the misfortune to smell.

"How on earth did you manage to stay hidden if you smelled like that?" Kiyara demanded.

"That's not a very nice hello," the demon mumbled in reply. "And I'm only staying hidden because of you and Percuto,"

"Oh, well that's nice. Otherwise you'd just run around killing people completely uninhibited? I'm sorry I'm getting in your way," Kiyara's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"No! That's not what I meant. I meant I'm only in these woods because I've got nowhere else to go. First that maggoty little scum of a vampire tries to kill me, and now you're after me too. I'm not really a bad guy you know. I don't hold with the human sacrifices or the torture or anything like that. Never been one to fancy human body parts for food either. I just came here because I needed help and I didn't know where else to turn," and to Kiyara's surprise and slight discomfort, the demon broke down and started bawling its eyes out.

"Uh," she started, unsure of what to do or say. "Um, oh good god!" she dropped the dagger she had pulled when she saw the demon and hurried forward, patting the demon on the back. It was slimy…very slimy in fact. She snatched her hand away quickly, and pulled the cloth she kept for blood, guts, slime etc. out of her bag, wiping her hand off.

"So you weren't the one who killed all the people who just went missing?"

"No, that was Peter. Or, Percuto as he's taken to calling himself. Stupid Latin name if you ask me. I guess he thought it sounded more sinister, but he was Peter when he was alive."

"Who's Peter?"

"Vamp. A completely newbie to the game, but annoying he's caught on really fast. His favorite past time when he first got sired was to torture me. Followed me here all the way from Minnesota, making my life miserable. I'm just a normal guy; trying to get by without crossing a Slayer now that you're all over the place, you know what I mean? What did I do to deserve this? Anyway, I think he's decided he likes it here. He's taken a new target,"

"Who?"

"You,"

"Right," Kiyara paused for a moment. "You know I'm pretty much supposed to kill you. I don't do the Angel thing. With Slayers it's "This is a demon, this is a very pointy knife,"

"Yeah. I know. And I won't blame you for it either. Not a bit, it's your job and your responsibility."

They looked at each other for a long moment, then turned around as fast as they could, Kiyara scooping up her knife as she whirled, and hurrying in opposite directions.

Kiyara stalked through the park, feeling extremely pissed. So she was dealing with a vamp instead of a demon. That made the rest of tonight completely useless, as she hadn't brought stakes. He was a new vamp too? That meant he would be aggravatingly confident. Arrogant. Vain even. Newbies were a pain in the ass. And why on earth was he killing his victims with a weapon? Wasn't he getting hungry? And wouldn't it be easier just to eat them?

Twigs crunched under Kiyara's feet as she stamped her way home. I'll tell Quinn tomorrow. She decided. He'll know what to do.