A/N: so here's my second story. No, I haven't forgotten Shades Of Red. I plan on updating that too. I think my next story may center around Rachel and Jack or just Rachel...we'll see. Don't want to bog myself down too much, you know? : )

Summary: Angela is a Slayer. Shawn is a Master Vampire. What happens when their worlds collide? Will she choose Shawn or her friend's lives?

Also, this is fitting into the mold of Hollywood's vampires and slayers. For information on real vampires check out /

Everyone from the cast has roles in this fic. . This is definitely AU for anyone wondering. Oh and it's set in high school, Senior year. This is like my own little universe because I use elements of the show, but out of context of how the show went. It's kinda like Buffy: The Vampire Slayer without Buffy.

Emphatic Darkness: Chapter 1

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The heat was unbearable and the stench nauseating. The girl pushed stray strands of her hair from her face and stalked around the corner. She hated the graveyard shift. She shifted the wood in her hand as an owl hooted in the background. Great the whole "eerie" setting again. She rolled her eyes before swiftly falling to the ground to dodge a vampire.

These creatures could be incredibly stupid at times. Like she wasn't going to hear the grass being trampled on or the animals squeaking their own warnings. That was one thing she loved about nature. It helped her out in these situations. Just like Mr. Feeny, her watcher, had said it would.

She kicked herself off the ground and twirled smoothly and connected the stake with the vamp's heart. Nice and fast like she liked it. Now, she could go home and finish that Advanced Algebra assignment. But something wasn't right.

She turned her ear towards her left side. There was movement. Her eyes narrowed into slits. She didn't have time for this.

"Okay, come out. I'm not in the mood." She deftly grabbed the stake out of the vampire's remaining dust.

A tall regal woman came out. Angela sighed. "Rachel?"

"Yeah. Didn't mean to startle you. Just thought you might need help."

Angela bordered on anger and relief. What would she do without her best friend? She wanted to wring her neck though. She could have gotten in the crossfire and then what? Angela decided to ignore that thought and walked over to her friend.

"Thanks Rach, but you could have gotten hurt."

"No, I couldn't have. Besides, Mr. Feeny wants you. He says he senses something in the air."

"Oh, okay. You have any clue what it might be?"

"Nope, I thought you might." Rachel said quietly.

"Aww, I'm sorry I was harsh, Rachel." How could she be so insensitive when her best friend had just been dump by her boyfriend, Eric.

"It's okay. I guess I'm just still thinking about him." They reached Rachel's car and got in.

"Well, let's have a girl's night tomorrow. You, me and Topanga. Shoot, those guys don't need y'all. I still can't believe Cory kissed that Lauren girl."

Rachel scrunched her nose while fastening her belt. "Yeah, that was rude. She's more down than me," she said with a faint smile. "And what about you, Angela? Why haven't you been going out? I see all the guys hanging out at your locker."

The engine started and they started rolling. "Yeah, but all of them are shallow."

Rachel looked over at her friend. "Is that it? Or are you afraid to put them in any danger?"

Angela looked out the window and Rachel knew she had hit a nerve. "That too."

Rachel turned into the John Adams High parking lot and parked. "Hey, I'm sorry. I know it's hard."

Angela continued to face the window as Rachel got out. "You have no idea how hard," whispered Angela.

*****

"I'm afraid I don't know what's going on. I see seismic activity has strangely increased and the amount of vampires are up, but the attacks are down." Mr. Feeny lifted his glasses and stared at a book.

The underground library housed a number of things. Crossbows, stakes, scythes, and books littered the ancient room. At least it wasn't set over a hell mouth like some schools.

Angela had been shocked to learn that she was a slayer. Yeah, she had superhuman strength at times, but she was sure that was adrenaline. In, fact she had denied the options until her first vampire kill.

That was an accident really. She saw the fangs, and her hands reached for a broom and wam bam, she was lifting the broom from some dark gray dust.

After that, she had accepted the peculiar role and ran with it. She sipped from a cup of coffee. The dank room now smelled of freshly brewed coffee and donuts. The gang's normal late-night routine. Looks like that algebra homework would be neglected again. It was already two days late.

"So, what's bad about fewer vamp attacks? Sounds like good news to me." Angela took another sip.

"No," said Topanga pouring over a book. "Fewer attacks mean the vampires are either in hiding or building an empire. Either one is dangerous."

Cory sulked in the corner. He knew they were still angry with him so he listened instead of agreeing with his girl, er, ex-girlfriend.

Mr. Feeny noticed his hesitation. "What do you feel, Mr. Matthews?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "It sounds pretty bad like Topanga said."

Silence loomed and everyone seemed to feel the danger at once. Mr. Feeny frowned. "Why don't we call it a night? I don't think being tired will benefit us much right now."

They all agreed. Tomorrow the search would be on to find out what was going on.

*****

The sun shined bright into the room as Mr. Turner talked about planetary alignment. Angela scribbled the notes down from the overhead projector and daydreamed.

Wouldn't it be great if she could go to the prom like a normal person? Without all the problems of being a slayer. She couldn't understand how she was going to get used to this. Hunting and being hunted for all of her life until someone killed her or if she was lucky until she was old enough to train the next slayer. And even then it would be dangerous to be a slayer. She wouldn't enjoy retirement.

The lights came on and she shook out of the daze.

A secretary came in and handed Mr. Turner a slip of paper. He skimmed the note and looked to the door. The classroom opened and Angela looked at the new arrival.

"Class, it seems we have a new student. Let's Welcome Shawn Hunter. He looked at the guy standing inside the room.

Angela noticed that every girl in the room, with the exception of herself and Topanga, ogled him. He was a good looking guy with a gotee and a long leather coat that resembled a trench coat. She couldn't help but notice his obvious obsession with black, but she blinked back the questions.

"Angela?" She turned her attention back to Mr. Turner. "Would you please show Mr. Hunter around?" He pointed her out to Shawn.

She nodded as he took a seat in the back row. She also noted the jealous stares of many of the girls in the room. She sighed. It was going to be a long day.

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A/N: Well here goes...I'm hopefully headed to update Shades of Red right now.