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"Lead the way then, Trench Coat."

Los Angeles, popularly known as The City of Angels. It was a big city and (unsurprisingly) had plenty of evil brewing in the shadows.

After the Faith incident, I left Sunnydale. She wasn't dead but she mine as well be. She was currently in a coma that the doctors don't think she'll ever wake up from.

During my time in the evil little town I learned a very valuable lesson: I'm better off on my own. I moved there when I was 17, but before that I travelled on my own. Ever since I was activated as the slayer and my parents died, I've been surviving on my own. I didn't get attached to people for a reason. Humans in this world die so easily. Especially in my life. I had a job to do—be the slayer—and I couldn't do that if I was consumed with grief because someone I cared about died.

It was important to keep business and pleasure separate, but I never ended up following my own advise. Now my life consisted of mostly business. It wasn't exactly hard in this city since there never seemed to be a shortage of people who wanted to kill everyone. It was almost amusing to see how hard all of these demons and creature, and whatever else, try to cause mass destruction only to have it ruined by a nineteen year old girl.

It was part of the reason why I chose this city in the first place. It was the perfect place to put my slayer skills to good use. I got a job at some bookstore so I could afford to pay for my small apartment. It wasn't the best, and it smelled like old people, but the pay wasn't bad and the woman who owned the place wasn't a demon, so I call that progress.

I've spent every night for the last three months walking down random streets and dark alleyways, keeping my eyes peeled for anything suspicious. On my nineteenth birthday a couple of weeks ago I got to shutdown this blood trafficking gig that was happening behind an abandoned hospital. They were stealing people, homeless people, and draining them of blood, but this time with a needle and not their fangs. I killed them all, obviously. Some I staked, the rest I locked into their van and set them on fire. I call it the slayer version of a birthday candle.

Tonight was a Saturday night so I was bound to kill a vampire or two. They usually liked to mingle inside busy bars and lure some innocent human outside so they can feed on them. My job was to get there before the feeding part.

I was walking past this parking garage when I heard the sound of a wailing woman.

"Get off of me! Stop!"

Not wasting any time, I rushed into the parking garage and followed the screams until I caught sight of a young blonde woman being dragged to a car by two bulky men. I slowed from a sprint to a strong stride as I called out, "Hey, Assholes!" Both of the men turned to look at me. "Don't you have anything better to do other than kidnapping women?"

"Help me!" the woman pleaded to me.

"Keep walking, little girl," the man with longer hair snarled at me.

"Four years, I've been doing this," I start to say as I walk towards them, successfully maintaining there attention. "Every single day since I was fifteen, I've spent it killing guys like you." All three of them have there eyes on me now as I continue to get closer. "What's that saying, though? If you cut a dragons head off, three more will grow in its place."