Slayer

Chapter 1

Tyler Parks. The most mysterious, seductive guy in school. Tyler Parks, the boy who every girl loves and every teacher hates.

Tyler Parks, the boy I'm assigned to kill.

But he's hardly a boy. As the Slayers told me, now he is 38 years old. God knows why he's in high school.

Well, you're older than him, and you're still in high school.

I have a job- he has a thirst. Honestly, he's probably some creepy pedophile who's trying to hook up with teenagers. What a creep.

I step out of the small car I had been assigned. Greeting me is my home up until I kill this creep.

"Hey, 'Brooke,'" my fake mom greets me. In reality, she's been my best friend since I was hired here, which is why they always assigned her to be my mother- we were close. We were comfortable together.

"Hey, 'Mom,'" I respond, already getting into the mood of Brooke Evans.

'Mom' smiles and welcomes me into the house. It's a small little thing; two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. My bedroom is appropriately disgusting; clothes are strewn across the floor, drawers left open, and a messy desk filled with homework. A teen's bedroom, indeed, even down to the posters of the latest bands and actors.

"You start school tomorrow," 'Mom' informs me as I exit my new bedroom.

'Dad' is in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper. "Hey, Brooke!" Charlie was an excellent actor, even when nobody was watching.

"Hey, Dad," I am a loving, carefree daughter.

Dad smiles and puts down the newspaper. "Get some sleep, honey. You have a big day tomorrow."

A big day of planning to kill someone.

I don't need an alarm clock to wake up in the morning. After hundreds of years of getting up at 4:30 AM, it's become almost natural.

I step into my car and begin the drive to school. It's only about a five minute drive, so I don't have long in the car to think.

"Ah, Ms. Evans!" a teacher says as I walk in the door of Harrington High. "We're so glad to have you here! You have your schedule, right?"

I nod. In reality, I had memorized my class schedule before the school had released it to my 'parents.'

"Good! If you need any help at all, just ask your teacher, or contact me."

I tap my foot against the floor as a long silence begins. The teacher pulls at his collar, then finally concludes, "I'm the school principal, Mr. Skyfell."

Mr. Skyfell leaves, and I am left alone in the territory of my new job.

I meet Tyler Parks a lot sooner than I had expected. By the time I was in first period class- Precalculus- he had chosen the seat beside me and begun a conversation.

"Hey, New Girl."

"Hey, Creepy Boy," my persona responds jokingly.

Tyler smiles. "The name's Tyler. Tyler Parks. If you're smart, you'll get on my good side while you have the chance."

"The name's Brooke. Brooke Evans. If you're smart, you'll see that I'm very good at making friends." I wink, used to flirting with boys so many years younger than me. I didn't enjoy it; it was just a part of the job.

A teacher enters then. His tie is very loosely tied, his shirt with a huge coffee stain, and his face an unshaven mess.

"Hello, class," he says, attempting to tighten his tie and scratch his beard at the same time, "we have a new student today." he gives me a silent message to come to the front of the class.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" a demand, not a question.

"I'm Brooke Evans," I lie. "Two weeks ago, I moved from Arizona to California." the teacher obviously wants me to continue, bur in order to stay in character, I have to ignore him and go back to my seat.

Let the slaying begin, I think hapilly.