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Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ Mᴀʀʏ Wɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ Eʟᴇᴏɴᴀɪʀᴇ Vɪᴛᴇʟ.

El walked into the dorm, carrying two suitcases. One was full of regular things, like clothes and a toothbrush and a few pictures of her family. The other, however, was full of weapons, like stakes and daggers. El sat the suitcase full of clothes on top of her bed, and hid the one full of weapons under her bed. El hoped she had a decent roommate.

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Mary walked into her dorm, a cigarette dangling between her teeth. When she saw the other girl she didn't even say anything, she just sat on a bed and pulled out a knife. It was silver and just happened to be able to kill her. She ran her finger down the blade.

El glanced up from unpacking a black v-neck. The fist thing that caught her eye was the knife. "Cool knife." she said casually. Good thing she's not a sissy, El thought.

"Thanks," she replied, putting it back in her pocket for the time being. She looked around the room boredly and when she looked at the girl, noted her obvious fighting skill.

El finished unpacking. "If you're gonna smoke in here, try to do it when I'm not around." she remarked.

"You gotta problem with it?" she asked in a non threatening manner. She didn't want to already make her room mate hate her.

"I'm not saying that I don't want you smoking in here, it's your dorm too, I'd just prefer not to be around." El said. She was used to sharing rooms with other people.

Mary nodded, but kept the cigarette in between her teeth. She didn't even have a lighter on her, she left it somewhere.

"So I'm El." El said.

"I'm Mary Winchester," she said, finally taking the cigarette out of her mouth. Mary decided not to say anything about why she had a knife on her.

"So you like weapons?" El said. She had to figure out whether or not her roommate had that knife to kill her, or just had a strange fascination with weapons.

"Yeah. Making guns and stuff like that is the family business," she said simply.

"Cool." Hmm, that was a little ominous.

"It's boring sometimes, but occasionally we'll get an interesting person," she said with a shrug.

"Like a monster?" El said, smiling.

Mary froze, a hand flashing to her knife. Not like it would do much good against a lot of crap. "Why?"

"Well, monsters need weapons too." El shrugged.

This'll probably sound stupid, she thought. "Are you one?"

"Nope. I kill them though." El said. Now she would have to tell Mary why.

Mary turned around to look at her. "You're a hunter?" She hadn't met any other hunters besides the ones her dads knew.

"Um, no. I'm the slayer. Hunter of what?" El said, frowning. Now she was confused.

"Of monsters, demons, ghosts, s*it like that," Mary said, a look of confusion passing her face.

"Well, yeah I slay those. There's another slayer, or two, out there, but I've never met them." El said. "How do you know about monsters and demons? You know other slayers?"

"Um, I think so. My dads, my Uncle Sam, Bobby, and a couple others who are family friends." She assumed slayers and hunters were the same thing. "And I know about them 'cause I hunt them. Also I just happen to be one."

"That's impossible! Slayers are only girls! And you are one? What do you mean by that?" El asked, standing up. She remembered her stake and knife, which she had hidden in her boots.

"I'm a monster, actually a Skinwalker. You should've seen dad's face when he figured it out," Mary smiled, then frowned at the other girl. "Wait, slayers are only girls? The Hunters must not be the same then."

"Slayers are complicated. Every time one dies, another one arises. There's only more then one because of Buffy Summers. She died a while ago. What on earth is a Skinwalker?" El asked.

"It's like a shapeshifter, but less disgusting." Mary made a face.

"Oh." El said. "And your dad hunts your kind?" El asked.

"Dads," she corrected. "And yeah, but only the ones who kill other people. I help him sometimes. The family business."

"You'd kill your own kind?" she remembered how that had had happened once. It didn't work out.

"Yeah. They deserved it, though. It's not like we would do it for a joy run. Packs will sometimes go bad and start killing everyone," she told El.

"Oh." El said, not sure what to say. "There's this one slayer who went bad."

"I have to go." El said, leaving the dorm.

El entered her dorm. "What is up with this place?!"

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Mary looked up with a smirk. "What the hell happened to you?" she asked.

"I killed some freak and she came back to life, that's what. She was reading my mind, she's a demon!" El exclaimed.

"Since when do demons read minds? And why didn't you just stab her with a demon knife?" Mary passed her one of her knives. This one had something written on it in Latin.

"A demon knife?" El asked curiously, taking the knife and examining it. "I've never seen a demon knife."

"Yeah, I've only seen a couple before. That one was my dad's." She shrugged.

"Looks cool. Does it instantly kill demons?"

"If you stab them with it, yes. It's very convenient so I don't have to go through a whole exorcism." Mary rolled her eyes and groaned. "Seriously, it's too long."

"Exorcism? Sometimes I have to do a spell or two to kill demons, is exorcism like a spell?" El asked. It sure sounded like a spell to her, but this girl had been killing different kinds of demons.

She nodded. "Yes, sort of. It's a Latin chant, so there's so spell like ingredients in it."

"Oh, okay. I have no idea why they let a demon into this school. Isn't there a headmaster or something?"

((Omg I need to create a headmaster... What fandom...))

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