BLAKE

                                      HUNTER

NOTE: I do not own the Angel/Buffy characters or anything like that but I do own Blake and any others that I make up.

A/N: This is a story that shot me in the head last night. Don't ask what's going to happen or how it came to me. It just did. There will probably be barely any Buffy or Angel characters in it but the killing vampires/demons thing shall definitely remain. I can't tell you much more because... well, I don't know yet.

                                        CHAPTER 1

          What's up? The name is Blake Hunter. I just turned twenty-one. I guess you want a lame description, right? Let's see, black hair, green eyes, six foot five, and I'm mixed with Italian. That good enough for you?

          Through life lots of people have stories. Tragic stories, happy endings, new beginnings, and a bunch of other crap. Well, this is my story. And mine has all of that stuff combined and a whole lot more... I guess. It depends on how you look at it.

          You see, unlike you, I wasn't born normal. Yeah, I have ten fingers, ten toes, and a very good sick pack from bench pressing and weight lifting. But that's not what I mean. I look as normal as any guy but looks can be deceiving.

          I'm what my parents call... special. Yeah, right. I know I'm a freak. I'm a damned freak. At least I can admit it, unlike Mom and Dad. And I know my abilities are the reason that they got divorced. Yeah, I know, the kids always blame themselves, right? Well, in this case I'm right.

          Now I've escaped New York, away from my lame brain "family", to normality. I've come to LA. My friend, more of an old acquaintance, Charles Gunn, helped me get an apartment near campus. That's right, I go to college. It's funny. During high school I breezed through everything. But, as it turns out, I'm not a complete idiot. I managed an extremely high score on my SATs. Good for me, huh? Well, it's only because of math. That's the only thing I know how to do. English, history, science, who cares about it?

          Well, I think I've yakked enough with you. Like I said before this is my story... a freak's tale if you will. So sit back, relax, grab some chow, and watch. Come on. You know I've gotten you all excited about it so you gotta stay now.

A/N: Blake may sound a bit on the vain side but trust me. You do want to keep reading this. So please review and tell me if I should go on.