Chapter 1

Standing on Main in front of the court house, I waited for my friends. It was 9:53pm. I had school the next day but I couldn't care. Some would think it was dangerous and stupid for me to just be going out this late, but I have reason to stand out, my friends like to come along. You see, I'm the slayer. I know I know you think I'm Buffy or something right. No that's all fiction, Well some of it. The part about when one slayer dies and the next is called to the position is true, and having the super strength and stuff. And trust me the strength of ten men! Ha! But you do live until you're killed. And the whole watcher thing, that's more like a mentor. They give you all this insightful knowledge. But there are different people you spar with almost never your "watcher."

My friends approached me. Although I was the new slayer for about 6 months, (I did have prior training, though I didn't know it was training it was ballet, karate, and gymnastics. Now I do Parkour. I like to call it street running though.) My friend still depended on me. For incase they didn't know how to stop something. They didn't have my strength, though they did do all the extra activities with me. (I made them!) So they could protect themselves just to a certain extent. For regular vampires however, they were capable of killing. Most of the time, I spar with them.

"Hi Dru!" huffed Criss the first of my friends to get there. The others were a few yards away still. Criss was the one who looked forward to grave yard killing, so she ran over eager to start. She was always eager about everything though. She was freckle-faced had deep brown eyes and "flippy" brown hair, she could never keep it out of her face. She wore black a long wool coat, a knit purple velvet scarf that flowed off her shoulder and down her back. She almost looked like a French person with her styles. Sometimes I half expected her to start speaking French. She always has this ear to ear smile on her face, and loved everyone. The most loyal friend you could ask for.

"Hey Criss." I said with an almost weak smile. She was so tiny, I always worried about her. I don't think I ever showed my worry for her before because she cocked her head to the side and said,

"What's wrong?"

Shaking my head I said "Nothing why?"

"Never mind" Then she pulled he bag off her shoulder and opened it to show me the contents. "I got wooden stakes, holly water balloons, and just incase another werewolf, sliver stakes."

"Great I would have just stopped at the balloons though." I laughed. "Plus sometimes you could know the werewolf the best thing to do is to ether capture them or let them go. You can always see them in there human form after you kill them." I looked up to see everyone around. "They don't dust." I explained "Hey guys."

"Way to get us psyched about the fight Dru!" Jack said with a dark sarcasm. He was the "funny guy" the always had a smart comment to make. Though most of the time he was funny some of the time it didn't help. He was the punk-rock-skater of the group most likely to end up in jail. He was wearing long shorts with giant pockets (like mine) the pockets probably contained a stake or two, a sweat shirt and a flat billed hat. "So, Dru, where are we going tonight?"

"I don't know do you want to pick?"

"NO."

"Well then who wants to, I'm sick of picking." I folded my arms to show that I meant it.

"I will." Calmly volunteered Dave, Dave was the calm "Goth" one of us I guess. He was wearing heavy eyeliner and chain pants, which I strongly discourage for trying to be quiet in a grave yard or in back streets, but he didn't care. He was wearing a My Chemical Romance shirt and wrist bands.

"Fine Dave, where do you want to go?" Max said in a huff. Completely confident that Dave would pick somewhere stupid, Max had to be in control or second in control or he wasn't happy. Max wore a t-shirt and jeans like every other day.

Dave shot him a strong glare. "Well do you want to pick, because I didn't here you say anything."

"Well if I did pick I wouldn't be stupid!"

"Ladies, Ladies please." said Jack "Can we sort this out like big kids."

"Shut up man!" yelled Max "I'll drive this stake in to your eye." Max yanked the stake from his pocket, and then Dave grabbed his arm.

"Here we go." I breathed. "Okay, here's what's going to happen. Max you're going to give me that Stake, Jack you're going to keep your smart mouth closed, and Dave will pick were we go." Max turned to complain, but instead I put up my hand. "I don't care Max he called it and he's going to get it. Did you never attend elementary school? Those rules apply still. Well…here any way."

"You're freaking kidding me! Your reason is that he called it!"

"Yeah, Max, it is. Do you have a problem?" I refolded my arms.

"No." Max folded his arms too.

"Do you think you can handle holding your stake?" I asked annoyed.

"YES." He said as he snatched it back from my hand.

"Good. Now Dave, where do you want to go?"

"Well." Dave started as though he had just been rudely interrupted. "I was thinking we could go down town and take the back streets and allies." He glanced at Max to see his opinion. Max rolled his eyes away. Then Dave's eyes traced back to look at Criss. She was nodding in agreement. He smiled "Criss agrees." He said as if we were going to say no and go somewhere else.

"Okay then, let's go." I said. We all walked casually behind the court house and continued north toward the bars of down town Canandaigua. As If nothing happened, Max started a conversation.

"So did today suck or what!"

"Yeah! Man, I couldn't stop getting yelled at. Not if I tried." Complained Jack

"Well I asked out Delilah Johnson. She didn't respond she just turned and walked away like she didn't hear me." Max almost shouted.

"Harsh." Agreed Jack with a disgusted face and a slight nod.

"Well you can't get 'em all Maxi." Said Dave, though Dave had probably made out with Delilah once or twice, Dave had this attractive pull to girls, even preps. I even made out with him before I think the only one who may have been able to hold her tongue, was Criss, though I couldn't be sure. But Dave did seem really interested in Criss lately. He's been single for longer than usual too. But I don't know if it's because he likes Criss, or the girls of Canandaigua have smarted up.

"What book are you reading now Dru?" said Jack trying to spare everyone Max and Dave fighting about girls.

"Umm…I don't have a book." That was the strangest thing I ever said. I couldn't believe it I just didn't have the time to read because of slaying, and parkour.

Criss's mouth hung open "No way you don't have a book! It's just not normal. Being the slayer has taken out reading for you Dru! When was the last time you read a book?" She spoke so urgently that I almost didn't take it all in.

"I…I don't know. I think the last book I read was blood ties 2" I had been reading scince I was 13 my whole life I fought dyslexia and then one day I started reading and didn't stop. That is I didn't stop until now, now that I had actually become the slayer. Now in 10th grade I stopped reading. (Yeah I was the slayer of age 15. and I was staying out past 11:00pm on school nights, but I had to I was actually the only one old enough to do it. The others were like 13 and younger but sadly they probably won't get the chance unless I die.) I had to get a book tomorrow after school before sun down and right after Parkour. "Don't worry Criss, I'll get one tomorrow. I promise."

"Thank you. The last thing we need is a sign of an apocalypse coming." Dave and Jack grinned at her comment.

I started to laugh but then I stopped. I guess I was looking like I was listening, because Max immediately shushed everyone and said "Dru, what's up?"

"Shhh!" I insisted "I hear something." I pulled my stake to get ready, and crouched down to jump if needed. That triggered everyone else. They all crouched behind me. I could feel Max's breath on my back. It was warm and becoming very short. I worried because Max had asthma but most of the time could control it so I didn't turn to check on him.

That's when I heard a scream. It came from the next ally I was crouched by. I jumped up and ran down the ally. Incase of a false alarm a tucked the stake up my sleeve, but let it out enough so that I could kill anything in a hurry if needed. Next to a dumpster there was a girl tucked in a ball on her side and a vampire hovered over her.

"HEY!" I yelled to distract the vampire, who was very focused on the girl. So focused that he didn't here me run up.

He immediately turned, then grinned. I kept the stake up my sleeve to make him think I was unable to defend myself. "Can I help you officer?" He chuckled at me. I guessed he could tell that I was the slayer. I glared at him. "Are you the new kid?"

"Damn straight." I grinned at the game he was trying to play. He frowned a little that I wasn't more scared.

"You don't know who I am do you?" He tilted his head and stepped forward.

"No, and I can't say that I care ether."

"Ha, you have a bit of an attitude don't you? Maybe if I drink your blood…" I cut him off

"Ha! Nobody's getting close to my veins, I'm sorry to tell you." I flicked my wrist and the stake flu out in to my hand. I lunged forward, then he froze. A direct hit to the heart! I watched as he crumble to the ground. I turned to see the girl who I just saved and half expected her to be gone by now but instead she was stuck staring at me. I looked at her and realized that I knew her. I froze.

"Oh crap!" Jack helpfully put in. That forced her to turn and look at them too.

"Hey ya, Amy, how's it going?" I said trying to think of an excuse.

She was still frozen. Then began babble. "wha… wha… what happened? How did you… what did he… what wha… was that?"

"Umm… that was a….." I didn't need to think of an answer, Dave knocked her out with pressure points. He had come around from the other side of the buildings, and saw the trouble.

"Okay don't freak out everyone, I think she was drinking, so we can carry her home and it was all a dream. Good idea?"

"I don't know we'll find out." Dave swung her up in his arms and we began the walk to her house. Of course on the way I killed a few vampies, as I like to call them.

We walked up the brick steps of Amy's house it was near 11:00. We knocked on the front door. The next thing we knew there was Amy's dad's face flushed of panic and rage.

"What happened!" Amy's dad almost yelled. "i…is she okay? Oh god please, tell me she's okay!"

"She's fine, I promise!" Criss yelled. "she…she just had a little much to drink. Take her up to her room and she'll wake up soon. Huh…and have some aspirin waiting for her too." Criss sounded like a doctor, but I couldn't smile I was with in a yard of Amy's dad's face and he was practically petrified.

"Okay, thank you so much. She walked out at 9:00 in a storm and well, thank you." He nodded and thanked us once more and then took his daughter and the door shut.

"Well I hope she doesn't know that she wasn't sleeping, when she was attacked. If she did then we're going to need a huge…excuse." I warned.