-Chapter 1-

I unpacked my one suitcase, duffel bag, and sleeping bag. I was always a light packer, now more so than ever. My job asks for it. Why carry precious stuff when there is the possibility of having to leave it behind? The only thing that has any kind of value that I have is my silver baptism cross from my mom, that is always around my neck.

I rolled out the sleeping bag on the mattress and bed that the cramped apartment came with. Keeping the idea of what has been on said mattress, far away from my head was easy enough. It was the carpet that worried me. There was a blood stain in the corner.

I looked around the small, empty apartment. I sighed, shook my head and walked into the tiny bathroom. Looked at the condition of the shower and turned it on. Rusty water came out like sludge before it shot out clear contaminated city water. I rolled my eyes, and let the water run a bit while I got my clothes for the night.

I ran down the stairs out of the sad apartment building. I wore my hunting clothes; Black pants, my favorite Tee (by the way has never been ripped yet), and a black zip up hoody. I was intent on seeing what was out there, and getting no sleep as a reward. I checked myself quickly for my stakes, dagger, and keys.

I walked around the slums of the city first, keeping my eyes peeled for anything. Saw a lot of drunks, and homeless people, a shame really for both parties. I walked into a slightly better atmosphere, wondering to myself if these Vamps are not weak, but fighters. The fighters always unnerved me, I wasn't scared per say. But anything a foot or two taller than oneself coming at you with fangs, doesn't scream your in good hands.

Their height and strength does give them an advantage when fighting me. But I'm swift like a fox and just as clever. My hits are almost always on target and deadly, which overhands my height and lack of super strength. So I always feel prepared when on prowls.

While I was walking around, I spotted a few figures prowling. A hunt prowl. But it didn't seem that I was bothering them. So I took out my blade and hid it, now ready for anything: thugs, vamps, gangs, whatever. I walked through but was soon hit to the ground, rolling with the person to beside a dumpster.

"Stay here." they said, I barely got to see them before they ran back out onto the street.

"What the hell." I said underneath my breath.

I got up, and hid behind the bin and stared out into the shadows to see a gang walking into the street lights. Met up with four people... four short men. Two had very big guns, another had stakes, and the last one had nothing...

Did I come to a city that was already blessed with Slayers? I asked myself, looking at the showdown. That would be the only explanation why they were out numbered by like 1 to three.

As they began to fight, I couldn't help laughing to myself. They were taking turns running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I stopped laughing when one of the so called slayers picked up a vamp and threw him into a crate near me. I glanced at the unconscious vamp. I decided to get up and look at the only two vamps left that were not unconscious or dusted. I took out my dagger from my sleeve and threw it directly into the chest of one of the vamps. The other was immediately dusted by a stake. The four turned around to look at where the dagger had come from.

I walked up to the pile of dust and picked up my dagger. I turned around to face them and jumped. There was one vamp amongst them. His teeth were bared as he panted.

"Hi..." I said staring at the vampire... who was not attacking. I was in a stiff position ready to attack or be attacked.

"Hi." the one man with glasses and long hair said, eying my blade. "Want to put down the knife?"

"Hey, aren't you the one I saved?" asked a guy with blond hair and a hat.

"Yes, you pushed me into a dumpster." I replied haughtily. "He's not going to do anything is he?" I asked, still eying the vamp trying to catch his breath.

"Jason?" The first guy half laughed.

"He's harmless." The blondie clapped a hand on the vamp's shoulder who growled.

"Who are you?" asked the silent tall one in the back.

"Good question... " I said not exactly putting my dagger down, or answering their question. "But I have to go. If we ever meet again I'm sure to tell you." I said and started to roll my eyes before a hand grabbed my arm tightly. I shot around, my dagger still tight in my grasp.

"You know how to kill. How?" asked the vampire named Jason.

I calmed my breathing, but not my grip. "That's personal information. Now if you will just let my arm go, I'll leave."

"Wait." The man with the glasses caught up. "You weren't here to kill vampires were you?"

I stayed quiet, what is it to them what I did or wanted to do.

"Oh come on. She's a girl. Why would she be looking for vampires?" the tallest said.

What he said felt like a taunt, and sadly I took it. "What does being a girl have to do with the duty of destroying all vamps?" I shrugged, with difficulty, the vampire off and walked up to the guy. I looked up and narrowed my eyes.

"All I'm saying is girls should not be hunters." He shrugged.

I smiled, "Ahh but I'm not a hunter." I said and walked away taking a detour to stay away from the vamp.