-Prologue-
Dear diary,
Finally infiltrated the last vampire gang. Ha it was sweet, they scattered like mice. You know how I like their fear like that. Unlike the one on one until they are all gone. Though that is exciting as well, the look on the face of the last Vamp standing, just priceless.
I can't believe how gullible they are. Just a pretty face will make them endanger their group. Poor poor Morris didn't know what hit him.
Well I suppose moving to the next area is the right thing to do, though this job I have is easy, but my resume is getting longer, and coming onto twenty... my excuse is wearing really thin. I haven't lived with the 'rents since they died two years ago. Oh well. One last time, last time I'm using the excuse. Then I will get a job as a home person... like those commercials on t.v. Or not. How frickin lame is that! I'm mean like I'm a Slayer. One of the best. And do I want to continue working at retail stores, and want to become a telemarketer! Hell no.
Hell no... but I have to. Fine. I will move, and continue my boring day jobs as well as keep the slaying up to par. Chicago here I come.
Talk to you later. Kali
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AN: I know it is short, but if you think it even has the remotlessness of becoming good. please review.
Disclaimer...: Also I'd like to say I am basing this fic on Fall out boy's music video "A little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me", BTVS, and possibly x-men. I have changed the names, now that I know, I guess, that I cannot use names? If anyone has a problem with THAT then please tell me so I may resign writting about fictions on music videos.