Author: Hello boys and girls and welcome to another exciting episode of I was a Teenage Personality disorder! I was so happy that i got an idea for this story and it's all thanks to my pretend band- SEBASTIAN! give them a good round of applose!
Audience: (crickets chirping)
Setsuna: Maybe they dont get it because you misspelled applause?
Author: Shuddup and enjoy the show.
"When I close my eyes in the morning
My burning vision clears
When I close my eyes in the morning
Voices fill my ears
My brain turns on, from the restless wake
While the sandman begins to take
My mind on a journey
To far off lands
Soldiers on a gurney
Friends without hands
The accomplishments of the night slip away
So my mind can now dream of the day
Blurring colours tell me lies
Voices buzzing like crack-filled flies
I know not what they're saying
The music I hear playing
A rapid beat
Like rabbits feet
Usher in the dawn
Now that I'm awake
Will I see you here with me
Or will the breath I take
End with nothing to see
Maybe blood will stain the sheets
From some omnipotent force
Maybe I'll know the definition of 'freak'
(It would be you of course)
I could see my Prince
In his shining armor
You could sooth me tense
And say 'mi amour'
It could be someone to take my pain
Drown me in emotions
So I'll never feel again
Never feel broken devotions
Maybe someone who will love me
After all my past
I know it isn't likely
But I had to ask
Temptation quickens my breath
As excitement speeds my pulse
I'm hoping for someone fresh
Instead of someone false
When I blink the dreams from my fuzzy eyes
Something inside me quickly dies
Air's beside me, I'm all alone
Another dreary night at home."
A chorus of voices fill my ears. Usually Sebastian helps me think. Don't get me wrong, I'm not obsessed with the band like most girls my age are. I mean they are a pretty good band it's just the fact that their sound is so inconstant that gets me. A lot of people like that, I don't know why.
Anyway, besides debating the goodness factor of some stupid band I'm trying to figure out what to do next. This is what I know so far. I'm a vampire. That means I have to stay inside during the day or risk being flash fried. That also means I have to suck blood to stay healthy. The pro's to this situation? Super strength and a creepy factor. That and I don't think much can kill me. And I probably heal fast.
That's not the least of my problems. I'm also a slayer. That means that I have the power and destiny to kill vampires to keep them from hurting people… I don't want to be a hero! What's the fun in that? I don't get paid, I can get hurt or killed. Plus, I mean I'm not so bad and I'm a vampire. Is there such thing as a good vampire? Or will one day I wake up and want to kill people? Man I have identity problems.
Last night I found a website that had tons of info on vampires and slayers. I started to read it but it was boooooooorrrrring. I mean totally. I found an email but I don't know if I should use it. I mean what if they decide I'm too much of a risk and must be eliminated. Or better yet that I'm an oddity and should be dissected to better understand what makes me tick. Can vampires die from having a huge hole in their stomach and having people touch their insides? Ew! No thank you.
I do need help though. I have no freaking clue what the hell is going on. No. Clue. Grr! And it doesn't help that my older sis is watching me like a hawk to make sure I don't get into trouble. I cant stand one more night cooped up in this attic. I will scream!
That decides it. I push off of my bed and stop my C.D. player. I'm already dressed in black jeans tucked into steel toed boots. My shirt is a off the shoulder black t'. I have some hoops in my ears and my hair is pulled back from my face in a pony tail. I should really get a hair cut it's starting to annoy me. I grab my leather trench coat. It's way to big for me, I found in in a dumpster. What? Don't look at me like that! It's fine. I cleaned it up and repaired all the holes. Well… more like made Michelle repair all the holes.
I open my window and peer out. It's only two stories. No biggie. I jump, keeping my legs under me so as not to fall on my head. I land and pause for a second, feeling for damage. None, cool.
I take off down the street just wandering. I wont get lost, I have an impeccable sense of direction. I will remember to avoid dark ally ways this time though. Or should I check out the dark places to kill a few vampires? Decisions, decisions.
I decide to ignore my heroism and just find someplace to hang. I mean I already dusted quite a few ugly dead so I deserve a brake right? Right!
Unfortunately, I live in dullsville. There isn't really anything to do here. I stop and think. If I were a teenager where would I go for a party? Wait! I AM a teenager! So what's the problem? Don't I have any friends?
Before my brain could go any further with it's investigation, I heard something behind me. A slayer's work is never done. I whirl around and grab its neck, pounding it into the wall. The creature hissed. I hissed back.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" said a voice behind me. I quickly brake the neck of the vampire in my hands and turn to look at the man in front of me.
We could be twins. He was also wearing all black. The only difference being he had black hair that was short enough that it couldn't be pulled into a pony tail, yet long enough to be in his face.
I looked down at my outfit, then back to his, trying to remember how many vampires I had seen wearing this. Damnit! Everyone has a uniform these days. "What the hell do you want?" Now I was pissed that my individuality had been questioned, so that came out a little harsh. I'm not one to apologize, especially to someone who could kill me.
He smirked "Nothing much. Just wanted to hear if the rumors are true." he looked me up and down and his smirk widened "I guess they are."
"What rumors?" I asked.
"That there was a new vampire in town that killed her own kind. By the stories I'd thought you'd be taller."
Oh he was soo not getting on my good side. "What of it? If I choose to kill those who try to kill me that's my own business."
He sobered out "That's not what I heard. I heard that you've been hunting. I've heard that we have another Angelus on our hands."
"Angel wha?" I asked. Before I could get an answer he attacked me. The fucking bastard attacked me!
He had his hands around my neck and held me in such a way that was identical to how I held the other vampire mere moments before. Luckily I didn't really need to breath.
I pulled my legs up and kicked him squarely in the chest with as much force as possible, nails digging into his arms. He made a small sound and dropped me. I fell, then pushed my feet down, standing instantly. I grabbed a piece of debris behind me and whirled, slamming him in the chest with it. His eyes widened and he whispered "Slayer." before disappearing into a cloud of dust.
I looked at what I had in my hand. It was a piece of wood that had broken off into a sharp point. It was a stake.
The vampire I just finished staking had called me a Slayer. He accused me of hunting vampires and of being another Angelus. Whatever that meant. I dusted of my clothes and popped my caller up to keep the cold off my neck. Apparently more than this one vampire thought I was an enemy. I smiled. If the shoe fits…
