My head feels like it's being split open by someone with a baseball bat as I feel the pain of conscious thought again.

This is really gonna kill me.

It feels like I'm lifting a ton of bricks as I push myself up off my bed to get up.

Or at least I hope it does. Because otherwise this is gonna be one of the worst hangovers I've ever had.

I manage to make it up to all fours and hold myself there for a second to get used to it.

Okay, so it's not gonna kill me. I guess I'm gonna have to go with worst hangover ever then.

As I raise my hand to my head, I massage my face for a second and rub the sleep out of my eyes before running it through my hair.

Ugh... today is not gonna be a good day. But that doesn't exactly make it different then any other day so I guess I'm not surprised.

With a roll, I get out of bed but my legs feel like they're gonna break if I stand on them too long so I sit down on my bed to stop the nauseous feeling in my stomach.

All right, that was a bad idea. No more rolling for me today. I'll just stick to walking and possibly talking if I feel like it.

Finally, I open my eyes and the light from the window stings like chlorine.

Ow, fuck...

The sting isn't as bad as I squeeze my eyes shut and rub them for comfort.

Geez, what time is it?

Slowly this time, I open my eyes and let them adjust to the light and the stinging sensation that comes with it before looking over at the clock.

9:30, okay I can deal with that. My first class isn't until noon. I've got more than enough time to have a shower and eat something before then. And the class isn't that far from here, so I think I'm all right.

When I stand up this time, I let the ache in my limbs dull as I get up slowly, eventually making it upright. Just then, someone opens the door and walks right in.

Oh, great...

"Hey Dawn..."

My roommate smiles at me as she walks in and goes over to her side of the room.

"Hey Cindy..."

That makes her frown and let out this cute little annoyed breath.

"It's Sandy, Dawn. You'd think you'd learn that after three months."

I have to grin a little.

I know what her name is. I've always been good with names. But she's actually kinda cute when she's angry, so I pretend to forget.

"Any minute now, I promise I'll get on you."

"I'd appreciate that, since we're gonna be living here together for... wait, what?"

All I can do is smile as she gives me this confused look.

"Nothing Sandy, it's nothing."

She looks at me suspiciously for a second before going back to working around her half of the room.

You know, that actually made me feel a little bit better. Not much, but a little.

"So, I guess I don't have to ask you what you did with your night. You look like hell Dawn."

Then I look the way I feel.

"Thanks Sandy, you look nice too."

She glowers at me because she knows I'm not serious.

"I mean it Dawn, maybe you ought-a think about taking a night off from all the binge drinking and partying."

For someone who thinks she's so smart, she's kind of an idiot.

"Trust me Cindy. If you felt the way I did every day, you'd be out drinking and partying all night too."

She kinda scoffs at that as she puts one of her books away.

"You know you keep saying that, but you don't really mention what it is that you're feeling and why it's so bad. You CAN actually talk about it if you want. I'm taking psych this semester, maybe I could help."

Everyone's a psych major these days.

I run a hand through my hair again as my eyes adjust better to the light.

"It's not really any of your business Cindy."

Okay, I think it's shower time. This goes on any longer it might turn into one of those after school specials I used to love so much.

She starts to talk again as I reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and throwing it on the floor.

"You know, but it could be my business, if you could talk to me like a human for a minute or two. I come in here every night or wake up the next morning and find you passed out in your bed like a dead body..."

Reaching down, I unbutton my jeans and unzip the zipper to pull them down.

"It's not the most pleasant part of my day Dawn, and I might at least feel a little better about it if you actually told me why you're killing yourself with alcohol."

Sandy turns around just in time to see me pulling down my pants and freezes in her tracks. I get back to an upright position and stand there naked in front of my roommate. She just stands there uncomfortably frozen.

"What?"

Eventually she frowns at me angrily.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I asked you to stop doing that in front of me."

Whatever...

Rolling my eyes at her, I step out of my pants and leave them where they pooled at my feet.

"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure I told you to bite me when you said that."

She just keeps frowning at me.

"So unless you actually plan on doing that, could you hand me my towel so I can go take a shower?"

I point in the direction of my towel, hanging on her side of the room where the closet has hangers on its door. My roommate keeps glowering at me as she goes over to where my towel is and grabs my towel for me. She throws it in my direction and I catch it.

"Thanks..."

With my towel in hand, I throw it over my right shoulder and start heading for the door.

"My pleasure..."

"No, but it could be if you were less of a bitch."

Grabbing the doorknob, I turn it and head out the door with only my towel over my shoulder. She yells out something as I close the door behind me.

"That joke gets funnier every time you say it."

Not bothering to respond, I keep walking to where the girls' showers are.

As big of a bitch as she is, she might actually be cool to hang out with if she weren't always trying to tell me what to do. I've had people doing that to me my whole life. Buffy, Giles, Willow, Mom... but I'm done with all that now. I'm not letting anyone else tell me what to do. Especially not some bitch who thinks she knows what's best for me because some stupid computer put us in the same room.

Some guy can't take his eyes off me as we pass each other. Part of me wants to punch him.

"Damn, hot stuff coming through."

He'd probably just get off on it if I punched him. I'll just ignore him. I can't believe I thought living in a co-ed dorm would be a good thing. All I ever get from most guys around here is lewd comments, whether I have my clothes on or not.

Some girl walks by and I get a disgusted look from her.

And the girls aren't exactly friendly either.

I finally get to the showers and I walk inside to the sound of a couple other showers going. There are two other girls in the shower room with towels wrapped around them, getting ready to take a shower. Walking over to one of the empty ones, I pull back the curtain and hang up my towel.

"Hey Dawn..."

A girl is smiling at me when I look over in her direction.

Apparently I know who she is, but I'm drawing a blank.

"Hey..."

Then I turn the shower on.

* * *

He doesn't know a thing.

I readjust my dark sunglasses as they fall off my face just a little bit and make my eyes sting from the light that gets in.

He's just some guy who likes to talk big about the existence of vampires but has never actually gone out and looked for one. He reads books and makes up theories on whether or not vampires or any other demons actually exist or not, most of the time trying to tell us that they don't for one reason or another. But the truth is they do. Well, most of them do anyway.

But he's spent the last 3 classes on the inconsistencies of vampire myths, which I guess is okay since there are a hell of a lot of them, with the exception of what I hear about Dracula. Still, part of me wishes I could go out and find myself a vampire, and shove it in this guy's face just so he might actually get a clue about what a vamp is really like. If I did that though, the vamp would probably end up killing my professor and possibly me, and that might actually be 'morally wrong', so I can't.

As fun as that might sound, I'd probably end up being accused of murder if anyone saw me or some video camera on campus caught me with a suspicious looking bumpy faced moron. Plus, I don't think I could handle getting into a conversation with a vamp long enough to not become a snack myself before I even got to the part about my professor. And as fun as the idea of some vamp finally putting me out of my misery is, I wouldn't wanna run the risk of the bitch or bastard deciding they wanna keep me around as a 'fuck buddy' or something.

When I finally die a gruesome brutal death of some kind, I wanna just go. I don't wanna end up hanging around for another second of this constant misery and pain. I wanna be dead, gone, and never have to feel an extra second of this crap people call a life. It's just not worth it, and I can't take the chance.

With a sigh, I let my head fall backwards against the back of my chair and I close my eyes rather than staring up at the ceiling through the dark sunglasses I have on.

So I guess I'm stuck where I am for the next couple months until the semester ends and I can find a couple classes that have professors smart enough to know what they're talking about. Thank god for the fact that he allows digital recorders in his class, otherwise I'd actually have to listen to all the crap he's always talking about. Instead I get to sit here and pretend like I'm listening for an hour and a half, then listen to the cliff notes version before the test so I can ace it. At least it makes this one of the list of agonies in my life a little further down there.

Someone taps me on the shoulder, disturbing my almost comfortable position as I sit up to look at them. It's some chick sitting a seat away from me who whispers to me.

"Hey Dawn..."

I do my best to fake a smile at her and wave.

"You okay?"

With my index finger, I point to the head of the class while I whisper back.

"I'm fine, just trying to concentrate."

She smiles back before focusing on the teacher again. Personally I go back to not staring at the ceiling, hopefully for the rest of the class.

I really shouldn't have tried to make friends when I came here. It wasn't the smartest move. All I wanted to do was find some chick I could get laid with. And it seemed like a good plan at the time. I mean, it worked for Willow. She met Tara in Wicca group and got a seriously hot chick out of the deal. And now she's banging Kennedy. But the girls around here all just wanna talk and have fun while we braid each other's hair or something. I don't do that kinda thing with girls anymore, especially with some of the bad hair the chicks here have.

This is supposed to be college, the age of experimentation, so where the hell is all the experimentation going on? Because I'm having a seriously hard time finding it. And it makes getting some a hell of a lot harder, unless I wanted to go with one of the about a hundred guys who hit on me almost every day. Which I'd probably only ever consider as an absolute last resort if I absolutely have to. I haven't tried it yet, and I don't think I ever will, especially with so many eligible ladies on campus to choose from.

The only problem with all the choices out there is that now I have a bunch of girls in my classes and in other parts of the campus who think I'm their friend when all I really want is to get into their pants. It makes sitting through class unnoticed and unbothered a whole lot harder.

The class bell rings to signal the end of the lecture.

Oh thank god...

"All right then, let's break for today. Tomorrow we'll finish the section on vampires with their possible mating habits."

As I get up and collect my books and recorder, I kinda roll my eyes and sigh at the thought of going through one more day of his crap.

Well, at least he said that would be the end of the vampire stuff. That's SOMETHING at least.

With a couple of my books under my arm and the rest in my bag, I make my way down the stairs of the auditorium style seats and leave as quickly as I can.

Okay, so I have about an hour and a half for lunch before my class at 2:30 and then...

"Dawn... hey Dawn..."

Who the hell?

I turn around to see who is calling my name and it's that chick from class. The decently cute blonde with reddish brown highlights hurries at a walking pace to catch up to me and I stop.

"Hey, you kinda ran out of class really quickly there. I didn't get a chance to catch you and talk to you."

That was kinda the point, but whatever.

"Well, you caught me now, so what's up?"

She gets kinda nervous and surprised.

"Oh, uh, well... I hadn't really planned on getting to that yet. I had kinda planned on some small talk first."

"I don't do small talk."

She gets even more nervous now.

"Oh, uh, okay, umm..."

God, I hope she's not gonna ask me to join a sorority or something. Cause I don't do that either.

"Well, uh, you... do you remember the other day when we were talking? It was actually more like a couple weeks ago, but anyway..."

I can't believe I ever used to be that nervous about talking with people. They must've hated me for it.

"I was thinking that, spending some time with you might not be such a bad thing. If you know what I mean."

Hmm, not really...

"With who?"

She looks at me a little confused but still very nervous.

"With you, with us, I mean... you and me. Together, out somewhere... I think it might be nice."

Well, I hadn't really planned for nice. But it might be fun. She's definitely on the hottie side of life. I wouldn't mind.

"Sure, I guess..."

That puts a smile on her face and I guess that's a good thing.

"Okay, uh, when?"

I wouldn't wanna drag this out any longer than I have to, probably best to do it soon.

"How about tonight?"

Suddenly she seems a little shocked while being nervous.

"Wow, uh, tonight? Really? I, you know, hadn't really planned on it being tonight but..."

"Seems like there are a lot of things you hadn't planned on. If you don't want to cause tonight's too soon that's fine, we don't have to hang out."

I turn a little to leave and she stops me.

"Wait, uh, you didn't let me finish. I said I didn't really plan on it but, it's doable."

I'm the one who smiles this time.

And so are you babe...

"So, uh, when tonight? And where?"

"I'm not sure. How about you give me your number and I'll call you around 6."

She smiles a little wider this time.

"Uh, okay, do you, uh..."

The girl who just made a date with me takes a pen out of her bag and opens up the writing pad she was carrying. Quickly, she scribbles down her phone number and something else before ripping out the piece she wrote on and handing it to me.

"That's my cell. I always have it on me so you can always get me there. Call me..."

"I will."

"Kay, I'll see you later then."

Then she turns around with a smile on her face and I can't help but notice the tight little ass on her as she walks away.

Oh you definitely will.

After watching her ass for a few more seconds, I stuff the piece of paper into my pocket and turn around to keep leaving.

I guess trying to make friends here wasn't a total waste of my time after all. I might actually get some action out of it.

Just then, something bumps into me and knocks me to the ground, my books getting thrown all around the hall.

Ow... fuck...

The pain of hitting the cold floor slowly goes away and I lift myself up to a semi-sitting position, looking around at my books. Someone walks up to me because I can see their feet in front of me. A hand extends itself to me and I look up at the person giving it.

Who the hell is this guy? Some pasty faced skinny guy with messy hair.

"Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going."

Gee, who would've guessed?

"Yeah, I noticed."

Instead of taking his hand, I turn myself over on the floor and get up to my knees, looking around at my books.

Son of a bitch...

"Here, let me help you."

He bends down and starts to pick up my stuff for me.

"I really am sorry."

"Good for you..."

It doesn't take long to pick up everything since I only had like 3 books and a couple papers stashed in there with them. He hands me the last book himself.

"Here you are, hope you're all right."

Snatching the book from him, all I can do is glower at him.

"Fine, goodbye..."

Then I turn around and leave.

Clumsy bastard, I hope I never see him again.