Lily the Vampire Slayer

Lily, the Vampire Slayer

by: Br@nw3n

Prologue

"Ernie!" Lily Evans shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Get your British be-hind down here!"

Ernie, whose real name was actually Joseph Erwin, peered down at the fiery redhead from his perch on the second floor of the Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry library. "Yes, Lillian?" he asked, setting down the thick and ancient volume he was scanning on the polished railing.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded angrily, holding out a piece of fax paper in one hand and waving it around wildly.

Forty-five year old Ernie stared at the piece of paper in interest and began climbing down the stairs and appeared in front of the pissed fifteen-year old. He took it from her and analyzed it. "It's from the Watcher's Society in Britain."

"Duh," she rolled her eyes. "I know how to read."

"They're re-assigning you to a little town called Hogsmeade in Scotland," he continued, used to her nasty comments by now.

"And?" she prompted, wanting him to continue reading the letter, wanting him to experience the same shock that she had.

"Without me."

"Right," she drawled. "Like they can do that," her tone of voice was mean and disbelieving but her eyes were pleading. Begging for the letter to be wrong.

This did not go unnoticed by her Watcher.

"I'm sorry, Lillian, there is nothing I can do. They control everything. They decide everything. I don't want to leave you, but there's nothing I can do," his voice cracking as he told her this.

"Look Ernie," she said, her eyes glazing over. "You're the only family I have left. The only one who accepts me. Accepts me for who I am. For what I am. And I'm not leaving you! They can't run my life for me. And I won't let them."

"Lily, they are our superiors. They know what is best for the world. And your job is to save them. You have to follow them. It is your responsibility," Ernie tried to persuade her, though he, too, did not want her to leave. He had formed a tight father-daughter bond with the intelligent young girl standing in front of her.

"So just because I got my destiny mapped out for me means I can't make any decisions for myself," she said sourly as she plopped down on one of the library chairs and propping her feet on top of the table.

"This is for the best, Lillian. I know how you hate being bossed around, especially by -"

"Those stuck-up, arrogant, pointy faced bunch of old Harvard-something or the other graduates," she cut in.

"Yes, I know of your low opinions of the Society, but you need to be where the evil entities are at work. And where seems to be Hogsmeade, Scotland."

"But where am I gonna live, eat, bathe, ask questions about the baddies and go to school. I remember you once told me that education is the basis of a good future or something as equally insightful as that."

"It states that you will be lodging at Hogwarts, a boarding school, like this one, for witches and wizards. And the Society will send you off with books like these," he waved his hand over the library.

"But-I-can't-read-Latin. Or any other language that isn't English," she pointed out triumphantly. "So they gotta send you with me!"

"They will send a Watcher every weekend to meet you. You can ask him all you want to know."

"Crud! They thought of everything! They think they're so smart," she muttered to herself, then tilted her head up to Ernie and stated, "So, what'll happen if I get kicked out for missing one class too many, dozing off during discussions and sneaking outta school?"

"You will have to try your best to not be caught. You can be as silent as you want to. It is one of your abilities."

"So I won't have nobody to cover up for me no more?"

"You need to be independent."

"Fine!" she huffed. "Look, if you don't want me, then I'll be happy to leave."

"Lily," Ernie said in an exasperated tone. "You are the best fighter that I have seen and I was sent here to train and prepare you and to follow orders from them. If they think that you can handle this assignment, then you can. And it is something to be very proud of. They trust you to handle this on your own."

"But do you think I can handle this on my own?" she tested him, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I do," he passed her test. "But I do think that you need to brush up on your Latin."

She gave him her most stubborn look and tried to stare him down. Maybe force him to change the Society's minds about the situation. She knew that one Watcher couldn't change the entire Society's minds. And she knew that they were as inflexible as she. Past dealings with them proved that fact. But still, a tiny spark of hope presented itself and she wished that her Watcher would defy the Society once again, just for her. But she hoped wrong.

He stared her straight in the eye and said, "If it will make you feel better I can stay with you until the first of September, the day your term starts."

"Fine," she huffed. "When we leavin'?"

"Tomorrow."

"I'll go pack," she said unenthusiastically as she plopped her feet down onto the floor, got up and left the library.

She walked down the halls of the Salem School. It was unusually bare, due to the fact that it was the middle of August and she had less than fourteen days until her new assignment would start and less than twelve days to spend with her Watcher. She promised herself that she'd make the best of those twelve days.

And Lily Evans, the Vampire Slayer, walked up to the stairs leading to her dorm to end her old life and start a new one. A new beginning. A clean slate.

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Chapter 1

"Nine and three-quarters," Lily Evans mused as she stared at the ticket that a Watcher-in-training had shoved into her palm just a few moments ago and left her alone in a train station.

'Stupid Watchers, couldn't even tell me how to get on this platform,' she thought as she looked for a platform named 9 ¾.

She spied a number nine and ten but no such luck with nine and three-quarters.

"Should've known better than to let them assign me here," she grumbled to herself.

Them, were the Watchers. A secret society of dedicated British men and women sworn to aid the Slayer in saving the world from the untold evils that it was oblivious of.

Lily was the Slayer, the Vampire Slayer of this generation. One girl in all the world, a Chosen One, pre-destined, and armed with the strength and skill that no other mortal being has, to find the vampires and stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. And sometimes kill some psycho demons, who try to take over the world.

She had a Watcher, Joseph Erwin. Her father figure, her teacher. The one person who could understand her, accepted her and most of all... believed in her. Well, the society believed in her. Believed in her because they had to. She was the only Slayer and believing in her was a requirement. That didn't mean that they trusted her though.

Ernie left two days ago, he didn't want to, he wanted to see the Slayer he raised off to her new school but the Society disallowed it. Well, she had to let go. He had his librarian job in America and she had her duty to protect a little town from an evil uprising.

It would be hard to do the job all by herself. She and Ernie were a team. He was the brain while she was the brawn. But that's how life is.

She then glanced at the ticket once more and snorted, "Hogwarts, stupid name for a school. But if that's where the action is, that's where I'm supposed to be."

Hogwarts wasn't really the place she was re-assigned to. It was a little town called Hogsmeade.

'What is their obsession with pigs?'

But the Watchers had insisted that she have a proper education. And yes, getting there was a problem. She had already come this far. No way was she gonna fail just 'cause she couldn't find a stupid platform and get on a friggin' train.

"Oookay," she said, pensive. "Magic don't usually mix with logic, so I guess I'll hafta go through that stone barrier."

She frowned at that thought. She wasn't afraid of smashing her face into a stone wall, her super abilities would keep her from feeling the minimal pain that it would cause too much. But looking like an idiot if it didn't work was what held her back.

'Who's stupid enough to run through a wall?' she asked herself.

'Me, that's who!' she confidently answered herself as she took off her backpack, placed it on the trolley and charged.

She braced herself for the impact, but it never came. Instead of flying birds around her head, she came face to face with a magnificent scarlet steam engine.

"Whoa..." she gaped. "Looks like I ain't in Kansas no more."

Witches and Wizards were everywhere. Families and families of magical people were conversing in loud whispers and seemed unaware of the five foot four American red-head who had just seemed to appear out of no where.

And yes, Witches and Wizards. As if being a Slayer wasn't weird enough, Lily was also a Witch. A wand-waving, spell-casting, broom-flying witch.

Not that she didn't like being a Witch. Yeah, with all the bad rep it carried like a pasty green face, a humungous wart and a way stupid cackle. Uh-huh, ain't bein' a Witch grand?

Being a Slayer was better and more fun, in her opinion. Only the baddies know that you exist and you get to kick some butt-ugly demon ass.

Sure, she had known that she was a witch five years ago but she absolutely cherished the six months she had spent as a Slayer and the fact that she felt powerful and different. Special. Needed.

And the feeling of strength and control she had experienced,...the power that coursed through her veins. If there was one thing she hated, it would be being out-of-control and the feeling of powerlessness.

And now she was being assigned to a Wizarding establishment named Hogsmeade, a little town just outside Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Hogs, right. British Wizards can be sooo weird," she said under her breath as she heaved her suitcases on the train and climbed aboard.

She finally found an empty compartment and entered. She sat there, alone, in complete silence, contemplating her life. Her abnormalities. Her dead parents. The sister who was never there for her, twenty-five year old married Petunia, and had disowned her after their parents had been killed three years ago by a vengeful demon who Lily had first slain. The demon that found out from an Oracle that Lily was next in line to inherit the Slaying abilities. (The Slayer before Lily had killed his lover and hoping to emotionally scar the next Slayer, namely Lily and make her an easy prey.) And how she had vowed never to let anyone come to close again.

She was a warrior, a soldier, a protector of innocents. She was told that a gladiator like her did not need friends. That belief had been drilled into her head since the day she started her training. At the age of twelve. The Society somehow knew that she was to be the next Slayer. How they knew, she never could figure out.

So that was what she believed she would never have. People who would care for her. Ernie tried to nudge her, well, force her to be social but it was a bit too late. The rules that had been embedded into her mind had already penetrated her soul so Ernie couldn't do nothing about that. Lily followed those rules like they were the Ten Commandments or something. Well, it was the least she could do after breaking a thousand of no-no's that the Society had set.

Not that she cared about them, anyway. She followed those rules subconsciously.

A knock on the compartment door broke her out of her reverie. She looked up and saw a platinum blonde-haired girl poke her head in the compartment.

"Hullo!" she greeted with a French tinged British accent (A/N: Did that make any sense? She's British but was raised in France). "Mind if I join you?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Lily shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Thank you. By the way, I'm Cassiopeia. Cassiopeia Ermstead." The girl held out a hand for Lily to shake. (A/N: I know all of you really hate OC's, I do too but well, I just found out that Arabella Figg's the old neighbor lady that usually takes care of Harry, so...)

Lily stared at the hand skeptically for a moment then went to study the girl. Long, platinum blonde hair ran in waves down her back, mischievous light green eyes, a bit like Lily's own dark emerald pair and eagerness and friendliness seemed to emanate off her. A potential friend was Lily's final decision.

"Lily Evans," Lily shook Cassiopeia's hand an unknowingly big achievement for both parties.

"So, what year are you in?"

"Fifth."

"I haven't seen you before," Cassiopeia knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "I'm in fifth too. What house?"

"Don't have one. Transfer from the U.S. of A." was Lily's curt reply.

"Okay, that explains a lot. So why-?" Cassiopeia never got to ask her question since Four boys immediately burst in the compartment.

One of the boys accidentally slammed into Lily from behind and before she could stop herself, her Slayer senses immediately kicked in. She turned, grabbed his arm, twisted and slammed him face first into the compartment door, pinning his arm behind his back in the process.

"Ow!" he winced as his face made contact with the door, shaking it in the process.

"Sorry," Lily muttered inaudibly as she released the boy from her vice-like grip (A/N: I'm not sure if that was even a word so I take it to mean a real strong hold).

He grunted and massaged his arm, trying to relieve the pain.

Lily shrugged and sat back down, staring amusedly at Cassiopeia, who, at the moment, had a boy perched on her lap. She tried to push him off but he just wouldn't budge, so she yelled into his ear, "Sirius Black! Get your big fat arse off of me!"

The boy, Sirius Black, rubbed his ear but refused to move. But he told her that she screamed like a banshee and that he was comfortable so there was no reason for him to move.

It was then that Cassiopeia proclaimed war against him.

Lily allowed a small smile to escape her lips then shifted her gaze to the other two boys. (A/N: Here comes the dreaded descriptions!!! I'm depicting the Marauders the way I see them in my imagination. So don't start doggin' on me for getting them wrong or not portraying them the way you readers like.)

The shorter one was a bit on the fat, ahem!, healthy side, very healthy. He had washed out blue eyes and straw-coloured and straw-like blonde hair. He was laughing at Sirius, who was being slapped by Cassiopeia. Lily sensed a lot of fear in him. She didn't know why, but she felt iffy just by looking at him.

The other boy couldn't've been more different from his companion. He had light brown hair, which was unusually streaked with a few white hairs, unusual because he was about fifteen. He had a strong but at the same time, tired features. Dark circles surrounded the skin around his gold-flecked brown eyes, which sometimes turned gray when viewed upon from a different angle.

He had an aura of mystery about him and in Lily's opinion, he had the makings of a Watcher, had he only been a couple of decades older. He was tall, real tall, and the way in which he carried himself informed Lily that he was wise beyond his years and had been through a lot in his life, that he knew what the real world was truly like.

Lily examined him critically then she knew why. Why he had those dark eye bags, why he was...who he was. He was a werewolf. She quickly looked away, hoping that she'd never, ever have to hurt him or worse, kill him if he went wild. (A/N: You guys can now probably guess who my favorite Marauder is.)

Then she shifted her attention to the guy that she almost nearly sent to the hospital. A bit shorter than the werewolf guy, but still tall, he had unruly black hair, which stood out in any and every direction. Round glasses hid beautiful chocolate, no, more like toffee-colored eyes. Warm, open, friendly, mischievous and sparkling eyes that would make any normal girl weak in the knees and melt like butter on a frying pan.

He was also the happy-go-lucky type and was probably a practical joker or something like that.

Then Lily looked back at Sirius Black, who was involved in a serious tickle fight with Cassiopeia. He had hair as dark as Toffee Eyes, only a bit longer. His eyes were a sparkling dark blue that matched Toffee Eyes' mischievous twinkle. He had a strong jaw and a rugged handsomeness to him.

"Help! Lily!" Cassiopeia's yell brought her out of her reverie.

Lily stared at the pair, amused at the sight of Cassiopeia being tickled to death by Sirius Black, who had obviously won their little battle.

Lily grunted and pulled Black off of her. She thought it would be fun to let him dangle in the air for a while, they probably give her weird strength a second glance, they'd probably think she'd drank a potion or something.

But her guess was so off.

The three boys and Cassiopeia stared at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed since Sirius had a good 7 inches and 55 pounds on her.

"Well, where d'ya want him?" she asked, cocking her head.

"On the floor, please!" Came Sirius' plea.

"Right, if ya say so," and with a shrug she let go and Sirius dropped to the floor. Then she decided to answer the question that seemed to hang in the air, "Potion or me coming from a family of body-builders, take your pick."

She was what you would call a professional liar. Lying about her past, life and her being. One of the perks of being a Slayer.

"So, Cassie, who's your friend?" Toffee Eyes asked, staring at Lily looking very interested.

Lily hated that. When people don't look you in the eyes and start talking 'bout you as if you aren't in the room. And them looking at you like you were water and they spent a hundred years in the desert looking for water.

"James, if you stare at her any harder, your eyes will pop out," Werewolf guy said calmly.

Lily silently thanked him with a meaningful look and proceeded to regard Toffee Eyes, maybe she should change his name to Pervert Boy, with a scathing glare. A glare that would make any vamp run outta town screamin' its head off. But Pervert Boy seemed unfazed and still continued his staring.

Cassiopeia introduced her to the boys, Sirius Black, duh!, Werewolf guy was Remus Lupin, the Fat, er, Healthy kid was Peter Pettigrew and Pervert, ahem!, Toffee Eyes was James Potter.

She shook hands with Sirius Black, then with Remus Lupin and she gave him a sympathetic but pitiless smile, pity was the last thing the guy needed and Peter Pettigrew. Lily got a weird feeling when she shook Pettigrew's hand, fear or danger, she didn't know.

"Calm down Evans, sun's up," she muttered to herself, trying to get her senses to relax.

Then on to Per-James. He took her hand in his and stared deep into her eyes. Like he was trying to figure her out, peer into her soul. She made the mistake of returning his gaze and noticed that his eyes were even more beautiful and that they were a one-of-a-kind shade of brown. Kinda like chocolate and coffee combined. And Chocolate Brown locked with Emerald Green and Emerald Green felt like throwing herself into Chocolate Brown's arms. And for once in her life she felt that she had no control of her actions, whatsoever. And she loved the feeling. And Toffee Brown eyes sparkled as he smiled at her. A very beguiling smile. A heart melting smile. And in that moment Lily felt like slapping herself. And James. Hard.

She hated herself for losing control. Even if it was only for a second. She made her eyes glaze over and kept on repeating the second rule of being a Slayer. Rules the Society gave her. Don't fall in love. Number one was don't die. And number three was don't let anyone come too close. Because she'd kill them. Place them in the line of danger. And she couldn't do this to anyone. Especially the people in this compartment. Toffee Eyes in particular. He'd probably go off and marry one of his adoring fans or something and have lotsa kids and live happily ever after. And she couldn't take that away from him.

She let go of his hand and sat back down, pulling her feet towards her chest and fiddling with the laces of her army boots.

"Well, what houses are there?"

Remus, Peter, James and Sirius exchanged confused looks, so she elaborated, "I'm a transfer."

"Oh!" the boys chorused.

"Well, there's the Ravenclaw house," Remus raised a finger, to which Sirius butted in, "For the brainy ones."

"Hufflepuff," another finger.

"Trusting idiots, a disgrace to Hogwarts."

At this, Lily snorted. Like anything could ever humiliate a school named Hogwarts. Hell, the name's embarrassing enough.

"Slytherin," one more finger.

"Stupid, slimy, ugly, creepy, smelly, evil gits," Sirius trilled, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"And Gryffindor."

"The bestest house with the adorablest, cutest, bravest, loyalest, most loved people."

"I'm gonna take a guess and say that you guys're from that last house, right?" Lily smirked.

"Yep!" Sirius beamed, showing the straightest, whitest teeth Lily had ever seen in her entire life.

Cassiopeia elbowed him in the ribs, "We all know that you've got nice teeth, so shut your mouth."

"Jealous."

"I am not jealous of your abnormally large teeth!"

"Yes, you are," Sirius taunted.

"Are not."

And then they started fighting.

"Oh no!" Remus said in fake distress. "We left their collars at home."

"We should just buy them a travelling cages," Peter put in.

"Right," Lily smiled. "So, let me get this straight, One house's for the geeks and nerds, the other's for the spazzes, next comes the worst place in the school, in your opinion and then the most loved house of all, right?"

Yes," Pervert Boy nodded, still staring at her.

"Hello, could you stop staring at me like that? It's kinda freakin' me out," she half sneered.

"So, what house do you want to be in?" Peter asked.

Lily glared at James then turned to answer him, " Dunno." Then she murmured, "Don't even wanna be here."

"You should change, we're almost there," Remus suggested.

"Right," she nodded, stood up and grabbed her duffel, which she had stashed on the luggage rack which unfortunately happened to be above Pervert Boy's head.

She turned on her heel, headed for the train's Rest room when a hand on her elbow caused her to stop.

She turned and saw that it was Pervert Boy, she had forgotten his real name by now.

"What?!" she barked.

"You dropped this," he held out her Athame, which had probably slipped out of her bag.

She quickly pocketed it, hoping no one would notice, "Right, thanks."

And she left, leaving one very interested James Potter staring after her.

* * * * *

The train pulled to a stop and people started to leave.

Lily was one of the last to exit the train and upon her descent, she came face to face with a scary-looking lady.

"Lily Evans."

It wasn't a question. This woman was probably the scariest teacher she would ever encounter.

"Yes, ma'am," she decided to be polite, wouldn't hurt to be on this lady's good side.

"Please follow me."

"Right," Lily muttered under her breath. "Where's the rest of the Addams, Lurch?"

"Excuse me?" Scary Lady turned to face her.

"My bags," she covered up. "They're still on the train."

The woman stared at her skeptically before answering, "They will be brought up to your room."

So much for being on her good side. "Okay, sure, thanks."

She followed Lurch to a carriage and they boarded it.

It started moving and Lily stuck her head out the window to see what was making the carriage move. There was nothing. "Bitchin'," she muttered to which Lurch shook her head disapprovingly.

Lily pulled her head back in, grinned brazenly at her then stuck her head back out again, looking at the castle looming in the distance.