Alright. I'm back. And I'm thinking on rewriting my thing again... Ya know, the protector chronicles? Only because I think I'm going about it all wrong. Some things I'll keep, some thing's I'll add later, and some thing's I'll drop completely. I'll leave up the original works, but I won't up date it and I'll put up the prologue to my new idea and you can decide which one stays and which one goes, ok Readers? Good.

Cyber: Really?

Hey, I'm trying to make it as original as possible you glitch head Prime! The only reason your around is because of my belief that there can be more than one Prime!

Cyber: Why is that, anyways?

Simple. There were seven in the beginning. That dropped until Optimus arrived. Now it's time to bring the successors of the Ancient Primes!

Cyber: And who would I succeed?

Alchemist Prime.

Cyber: -_- Should've known.

*sticks out tongue*

Cyber: *sighs*

MoonSpark: *face-palms* Aria doesn't own Transformers or it's characters. She does own Mary, though.

Warning: Cussing, fights (since when is Transformers, Transformers without the fights?), depression (slightly), angst, hurt/comfort

Ps: Some of my ocs from the 'Protector Chronicles' might show up!

"Speech"

"Cybertronian"

::Comm. Link::

/Sparkbond/

\Family bond\

(Me being the annoying Authoress that interrupts the story for some reason not connected to the plot of the story)

I slowly woke up, for once not groaning and comfortable in my bed. With that thought, my eyes snapped open and I sat bolt upright. I surveyed the room and my jaw dropped. This. Was. My. Dream. Room. I'd. Always. Wanted! But that was impossible! One, I'm not that rich. Two, my mom would kill me. Three... Well, I'm sure there's a third reason buried in this room! I was amazed at the neatness. I took a moment to stand. Then I surveyed the room. It looked like the room of a mansion as it was pretty big. Decorating the walls were posters of Creepypasta characters, Yu-Gi-Oh! characters, Dragon Ball characters, and even pictures I had drawn! Thankfully, the ones I had drawn were in the way I always drew them and weren't like how others drew. The floor was wood and the walls were smooth.

I looked around and noticed all the action figures that were there and everything. Plushies and even movies and books! I was extremely happy. Then I frowned. Where was I? Whose room was this? AND WHY WERE THERE NO TRANSFORMERS MERCHANDISE?! Transformers is Love and Transformers is Life! I pouted. They could've at least had just one tiny little thing that screamed Transformers... I sighed and decided that a fangirl couldn't have everything. No one could, for that matter. I shrugged and I heard the door open. I whirled around, heart beating wildly.

"Oh good! Your up, Mistress! I was afraid I'd have to wake you up again, like always. But it seems your finally kicking that laziness in the butt!" a girl about my age in a maid's outfit said with a smile.

I blinked. She raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong Mistress?" she asked.

"Who-" I started, confused.

"Mistress, I'm your personal servant, Addaline, remember?" she replied, cutting me off.

And oddly, I vaguely remembered her. I blinked. "Oh. Right, sorry Addaline. I must have stayed awake late studying," I replied. And oddly, it felt true.

"Study? Since when had you started studying?" Addaline asked, confused.

I gave a small laugh. "When Father threatened to cut me off for being a slacker," I replied merrily. "Oh, and you don't have to call me 'Mistress'. Mary is fine," I added as an after thought.

Addaline blinked in surprise. "Really? I'm not sure how Master Slayer would think of that..." she replied.

"It doesn't matter. And to prove that you will call me my name, tell me my whole name," I stated stubbornly, arms crossed. I was doing this so I could find out what they thought my name was, since it was obvious that I was somehow in another dimension as the daughter of a wealthy couple. So I needed too... Subtly figure out everything. Name, age, Parents' names, etc.

Addaline sighed and, reluctantly, replied. "Your name is Mary Elizabeth Slayer. You are known to Mistress Elmarie as Eliza and Mister Slayer always calls you 'Girl'," she recited.

Something told me that it was required when a servant was asked what I just asked her. Interesting and irritating at the same time. And it appears that I don't please my father, who I only know as 'Slayer' right now. I'm guessing Elmarie is my mother, step-mother, or something of the sort. But she could just be my father's new... 'Girl'. Primus, that was weird.

"Mary?"

The voice brought me out of my puzzled thoughts. I looked at Addaline. "Um... It's almost time for breakfast. You have 30 minutes before you have to be downstairs to have breakfast with the Master and Mistress," she said softly.

I nodded. "Ok, thanks," I replied.

Addaline looked confused. "But I'm supposed to hel-" she began to protest.

I held a hand up with a chuckle. "If I need to stop slacking and being lazy, I need to start with my studying and doing things for myself," I explained. "Go tell Mother and Father that I'm up and that I'll be down in... Say 20 minutes." I then turned to my closet and walked over to it.

"Ok..."

I heard footsteps going down the hall before I refocused on my closet. I could tell what I wore at home when I wasn't going out into public and what I wore when in public. It made me wince. How did my new parents put up with bratty me? Dresses that I wore in public showed too much cleavage and weren't low enough, in my taste. The shirts also showed too much cleavage. I was obviously older than 14. So I glanced at my 'At Home' section. I was amazed. I quickly grabbed a long-sleeved T-shirt that read 'STAY CALM BUT SLENDERMAN IS BEHIND YOU'. Back in my old dimension, I had wanted this for ever! The shirt itself was red while the letters were silver. Two of my favorite colors. I smirked. I was going to just love everyone's reaction to the 'New and Improved Mary Elizabeth Slayer'.

I shimmied over to my dresser and opened the drawer. I wrinkled my nose at all the skirts. I kept looking until I noticed another dresser. Opening it, I sighed. Pajamas. Closing it and going back to my other dresser, I looked. I found a pretty red skirt that went to just past my knees and that had a custom blue flame print along the bottom. I smiled. I left the closet (it was a walk-in) and noticed another door besides my open room door. I walked to it and opened it to see a beautiful bathroom. I smiled and checked the clock. It was 7:05. I had fifteen minutes left. I was relieved.

Going into the bathroom and closing and locking the door, I looked at the full-length mirror and my eyes widened in horror as I blushed heavily. I was wearing a silk night gown that was practically see-through! I quickly got out of the thing and threw it in the trash. Yup. I was getting a job and getting a new wardrobe. That was for certain. I looked myself over and was mildly impressed. My skin was smooth, my acne gone. That was good. I noticed my cleavage size was definitely bigger than when I was home and I estimated myself about 17-18 years old. Sighing, I noticed that I had forgotten underwear and socks (like always) and groaned. I noticed that there were two robes. A brand-new looking solid one and a one that had obviously been worn on many... Occasions. It horrified me and I quickly ripped the thing. I put on the newer one and went back to my closet. After grabbing solid colored underwear without lace and unlaced bras that weren't see-through, I went back to the bathroom and set everything down on the toilet and quickly got showered.

After the shower, I got out and grabbed the second towel. A solid and pretty maroon one. After drying off and getting dressed, I grabbed the hair dryer and dried my hair. I noticed that it was a pretty and naturally wavy medium brown. Another thing I noticed, at last, was that... I COULD SEE AND NOTHING WAS BLURRY! I couldn't believe it! I noticed that my eyes were a pretty silver color with blue flecks that, when I turned off the light directly above me (it was a bathroom with about three light switches. One for the fan, one for the light in half the bathroom and another for the other half), my eyes looked blue. I smiled at that. It was how I liked my eyes.

I walked out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth, putting on deodorant, and washing my face. I didn't bother with make-up since I preferred how I looked without make-up. So what if I pissed off my school 'friends'? I was probably going to those off today anyways. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that I had just a minute before the time I had set -20 minutes- was up. I laughed and walked out of the room. I noticed that there was a spiral staircase and did what I had always wanted to do. I quickly got on the railing and slid down it. I hopped off and landed perfectly at the bottom, only stumbling and twisting my ankle a little. Damn it. I hated that I had weak ankles. But it was genetic.

I looked around and sighed. If only I could smell scents that were faint... Yeah. My biggest problem was only being able the smell a fragrant that was strong, like perfume, and I hated the stuff. I couldn't really smell anything else. Which sucked, because while I loved smelling lilacs, I wanted to get the scent of a rose and other flowers badly.

"I was actually going to see if you were coming," a woman's voice said, filled without amusement.

I whirled around to face a beautiful blond woman with grey eyes. She was tall, skinny, and wore formal clothes. She was looking me up and down disapprovingly. I sighed. "I'm not staying home, if that's what your asking, Mother," I said before she could open her mouth. "I'm wearing this to school."

"You've got to be kidding! This," she gestured to my clothes, "will get you ridiculed! Bullied! What would your friends say?!"

"Would you rather me a slut? I saw my see through robe through new eyes this morning... Hopefully that was just you-know-what instead of IT, though that's not much better," I groaned.

My mother sighed in relief. "Yes, it was. Thankfully you never went full-way. You were, thankfully, too shy in that regard," she replied. "I am grateful that you were never very bold in that area."

I nodded in agreement.

"Very well. As long as you stop being around those... Jocks," Mother replied.

I grinned at her and followed her to the dinning room. There my father placed his newspaper down and looked at me disapprovingly. He opened his mouth to speak and I put my hand up. "I'm trying something new in public today," was all I said before siting down.

Father looked a little shocked, but seemed to approve. He went back to his newspaper and I mentally sighed in relief. I did not want to have a bad start with him when I could turn this around... Hopefully. But where were these answers coming from? And how did I know immediately that that was my mother? I was confused as heck but decided that it was a Dues Ex Machina from those that brought me here. So this was one hell of a life saver!

Breakfast was quiet as I could think of nothing to talk about. But I had a feeling that it was usually quiet. So I ignored the silence, enjoying it. After breakfast was finished, I watched as the maids took the dishes away. "Time for school," Mother said. "Remember to not flirt with every boy on the bus, dear."

"Yes, Mother," I replied respectfully and stood. I pushed in my chair and walked back to my room. I had paid attention so I knew where to go. I went to my closet and grabbed a pair of black flats. Then I went back downstairs and looked for about 8 minutes before finding the front door. I then walked out and spotted the bus stop. I went to it and waited about maybe 2 minutes before the buss arrived. I got on.

Looking around, I noticed a black haired girl waving at me. I walked and sat by her. I recognized her as Mikaela Banes.

"Hey, we're on for the pool party right? I mean, your parents don't care, right?" she asked lazily.

I inwardly cringed. I had imagined a strong willed, smart, none-slutty Mikaela. But just her voice said WAY opposite... Scrap. "Yeah, but I won't be able to make the after party. Mother and Father will cut off all my allowance and confiscate my credit card if I don't come home immediately after were done at the lake," I replied smoothly. Perhaps too smoothly.

Mikaela raised an eye brow. "Since when do you know fancy words?" she asked, obviously stupider than she looked.

"Mother, the idiot-" I mentally apologized to Mother. But I had to play along for now, "- made me read a dictionary. She stood over my shoulder as I read through them until midnight last night."

Mikaela looked at me sympathetically. "And that's why I'm glad Dad's in jail," she said matter-of-factly.

Oh Primus. I felt sick. I could smell Mikaela's perfume and it made me want to gag. Why was I friends with her? Oh yeah, I was a female player, that's why. Well, not anymore. I just had to wait until the lake. Until the lake. I mentally groaned. This was going to be a terribly long day...

Ok! There's chapter one. Next up, Mary goes to school and witnesses just what an asshole Trent is and learns that Sam's not totally awkward and geeky! Hahaha! You'll see what I mean next chapter!

Cyber: Reviews tend to bring the brat (me) back... Studies prove that fact.