Author Notes: Well I have been watching a lot of Buffy lately. So um…here is a story where Peyton finds out she is a slayer. Hilarity and violence are sure to follow. And before anyone asks this is a Breyton story. Eventually. So yeah. Enjoy and review.

Disclaimer: I don't One Tree Hill or Buffy. I wish I did though. That would be hot.

Peyton the Vampire Slayer – Chapter 1

Peyton Sawyer knocked on the door of her best friend's, Brooke Davis, apartment. It was pretty late but she knew that Brooke would answer. Sure enough, a few moments later, the door opened and there she was. And for some strange reason she was wearing pajamas that were covered in various cartoon characters.

"Dude, what the hell are you wearing?" Peyton asked in her usual sarcastic tone.

"Shut it, P. Sawyer." Brooke grumbled. She really hated being woke up. Her hair was all over the place. And she didn't do her laundry yet, so she had to borrow some of Haley's pajamas. And she really did like Winnie the Pooh. But that wasn't important. She looked at her best friend and noticed that it looked like she was a bit freaked out.

"Peyton…what's wrong?" Brooke asked and motioned for the blonde to come inside.

Peyton walked in and took a deep breath. She didn't know how to even explain what had happened. She could barely understand it herself. But she had to see if she was losing her mind or was this really happening. Brooke had flopped onto the couch and was staring at her.

"Peyton, are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to guess?" Brooke asked. She had never seen Peyton act like this. Ok she had seen her freaked out before but there was something different about this. Whatever it was had scared the shit out of her normally fearless friend.

"I was sleeping. And I was having this dream. This really vivid dream about this girl. It was like she was me but she wasn't. And I…I mean she was fighting a monster. Like this huge ass monster. And she felt strong. Like unbelievably powerful…." Peyton said as she started pacing back and forth. Her hands were balled up tightly in her leather jacket's pocket. She looked over at Brooke who was less than enthused by this story.

"Seriously Peyton? You woke me up to tell me another one of your super girl dream stories? You couldn't have waited until the morning?" Brooke groaned.

"This is different, Brooke!" Peyton shouted.

"You have been having these dreams since we were 13. You see a girl or you are a girl with power and she or you ends up trying to kill something unspeakable terror. Blah blah blah. So tell me how this is different." Brooke said.

Peyton sighed. She knew that she had told Brooke this story more than once over the course of their friendship. But this time, it was different.

It was very different indeed.

"You want to see how different?" Peyton walked behind the couch that Brooke was sitting on. She kneeled down behind it and started to lift it up. With Brooke still on it.

"What the hell are you do...holy shit..." Brooke realized that Peyton had lifted the couch up while she was still sitting on it. The cheerleader looked under it to see her best friend holding it up with one hand.

"I told you things were different." Peyton said with a smirk.

"No shit. How are you doing this?" Brooke asked as Peyton sat the couch back down on the floor.

"Like I was trying to say before. When I woke up from the dream, I felt something. Something strong. Then there was a flash and surge of...power. It knocked me right of my bed. Then I woke up. It freaked me out. So when I went out to my car...I kinda pulled the door off of it. It's in my backseat." Peyton said.

Brooke went over to the window and looked out. Sure enough there was Peyton's car with the car in the backseat. She turned around to face her friend.

"Wow..." Brooke whispered.

"Wow is all you have to say? What the hell is happening to me?" Peyton asked.

"I dunno...can you do anything else?" Brooke asked.

"Like do I have any more powers or anything?" Peyton asked.

"Yeah..." Brooke answered.

"I am a little too scared to find out." Peyton admitted. Was this because of the dreams? The only person she had ever told about them was Brooke. Now she had the same powers that she had dreamed about. She did feel good. Better than she had ever felt before.

"I bet. What do you want to do now?" Brooke asked.

"Try to find an answer for what is happening to me. But I don't know where I should even start." Peyton sat down on the couch.

"Is there any else that you remember from your dreams? Maybe we could start there..." Brooke sat down next to her friend.

"I can only remember bits and pieces. Not even pieces they are more like flashes. How is that going to help?" Peyton leaned over and rested her head onto her friend's shoulder.

"Well, there's nothing we can do until tomorrow. So why don't you just crash here for tonight and we will figure this out together in the morning." Brooke put her arm around the blonde and gave her a squeeze.

"Thanks Brookie Monster." Peyton said.

"Anytime." Brooke smiled.

Peyton had managed to get in a good ten minutes of sleep in before she ended up sneaking out of Brooke's apartment. She just felt this strange urge building inside of her. Like something was telling her that she shouldn't be asleep yet. It felt like the night was her time. She didn't take her car either. Walking felt like the best choice.

So here she was. Walking around Tree Hill at three in the morning for no good reason. She had walked all over town and she still wasn't tired.

Apparently, walking must be one of my new powers... Peyton thought.

The blonde looked across the street from where she was standing and saw the cemetery. Whenever she felt lost, Peyton would go here to visit her mom's grave. Normally she would wait until the sun was out but these were special circumstances. She walked across the street into the lot.

As soon as she stepped into the grounds, her whole body seemed to tense up. She actually had to stop walking for a second. There was something here. There was something in the cemetery and it was watching her. She could feel it. Peyton looked around and didn't see anything.

Her rational mind was telling her to leave this place as fast as she could. But there was another feeling. A feeling that was telling her to keep going. And that she had nothing to be afraid of. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

Must be losing it...Peyton thought as she started to walk further into the graveyard.

"What the hell am I doing?" Peyton whispered.

She didn't know what she was looking for. In fact the only thing that made any sense to her was that she didn't need to be here. Peyton had reached the center, or at least what she thought was the center, of the graveyard and there wasn't anything here. This was insane.

Just then, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle. Whatever she was looking for, it was close. She quickly turned around and there was somebody standing behind her.

"Hello?" Peyton asked and then she felt really stupid for saying hello.

The person took a step forward and Peyton saw their face. It was just some guy. Then his face changed. It looked like his face was scrunching up and his eyes had turned yellow.

"You look delicious..." The guy said. Actually it sounded like he growled.

"And you look like shit. What the hell is wrong with your face?" Peyton snarked.

"A smart ass. I like that." The guy laughed.

"Thanks. I think. Well look at the time...I should..." Peyton took a step back from the guy but there was that feeling again. It felt like it was telling her to stand her ground.

"You aren't going anywhere. You are going to stay here so I can eat..." The guy snarled.

"Eat what?" Peyton asked and she felt really stupid because she already knew what the answer was.

"You." The guy opened his mouth and there were fangs in his mouth. Like actual fangs.

Peyton wanted to run away. But if she ran, she was sure that he was going to follow her. So she did the opposite. The man lunged at her and it honestly looked like he was moving in slow motion.

No way… Peyton thought. She closed her hand into a fist and gritted her teeth. She punched him with every bit of force she could managed. The punch connected with his jaw and sent the man flying back into the darkness.

Peyton looked at her hand, amazed at strong she was.

"Son of a bitch." Peyton said with a smile.

To Be Continued…