Prologue...

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~1996~

Buffy Anne Summers age 15 walked through the doors of Hemery High for what, unknowist to her, would be the last time as a happy go lucky teenager. She had a simple life, cheerleading, prom queen, shopping every day it was pretty much the same as every other girl here in Los Angelus. Little did she know, her destiny was about to take a turn for the worst.

Merrik stood outside the high school looking at it curiously. This Buffy girl he was searching for would not be his first charge he trained, and yet still felt bad that he was about to doom this young girl to a life of darkness. I hope that one day she will find it in her heart to forgive me for this. He thought as he entered the school to find this girl he was about to basically hand a death sentence to.

"So I'm like Dad, you want me to go to the dance in an outfit I've already worn? Why do you hate me?" Buffy said walking out of school, flanked by her two best friends.

"Is Tyler Taking you?" The girl on Buffy's right asked.

"Where were you when I got over Tyler?" Buffy asked annoyed. "He's of the past."

She paused. "Tyler would have to crawl on his hands and knees to get me to go to the dance with him. Which actually, he's supposed to do after practice, so I'm gonna wait." Buffy said sucking on her Strawberry Creme lollipop.

"Okay," the girl said before beginning to walk ahead of her. "see you later."

"Call me" Buffy said to her friend on the left.

"Bye" called her other friend who hadn't said a word the entire conversation.

"Call me" Buffy said to her friend on the right.

"I will!" The girl on the right yelled back.

Buffy sat down on the steps and took off her pink jacket because she was being smothered by the intense heat that had been going on that week, it was hot, even for California. Sighing, she continued sucking on the lollipop waiting for Tyler.

"Buffy Summers?" Merrik asked the young girl a women on the school grounds had pointed out to him as the one he was looking for.

"Yeah?" Buffy asked turning to see the old man. "Hi!" She said cheerily "What?" she asked confused as to why he was speaking to her.

"I need to speak with you." Merrik said seriously, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

~NOW~

Buffy sighed as she walked through the halls of the apartment they were staying at while Giles was trying another Slayer relocation program. It was another pointless quest to re-introduce the girls who fought the forces of darkness to a place where usually the only bad guys there were humans. It just wasn't natural, fights always broke out, places usually wound up torched, and more often then not, stores got broken into and robbed by teenage girls with super powers and nobody to use them on. Even though it sounded logical when a bunch of stuffy old English people said it'd be best to have a slayer in every province or territory in every country so if there were suddenly a demonic uprising they would know about it, Buffy couldn't seem to get past the fact she felt her slayerettes were being spread too thin with too little training. It was simply insane. Despite that, she couldn't wait for all this be done with so she could get to Los Angelus to find out what was happening with Wolf Ram and Hart that had every mystic being on their toes, at least there she might get some action other than breaking up fights between the 20 remaining super powered girls on PMS.

Looking back before the very first day she was called, she realized that she had never actually been normal. She always had that extra oomph to her punch when she was wrestling with Dawn, (even though that hadn't actually happened, she still had the memories that it did) or when she managed to out run her entire elementary school on field day when they did the relay run, and she was only in kindergarten at the time. Maybe it was her innate athletic ability that made her realize she was different, or it could have been the nightmares that made her family get her a personal shrink by the age of 7. Either way, she had never been exactly normal. Buffy paused in her step as she approached the room they were all sharing her hand lingering on the handle. "I do forgive you Merrik" she said quietly as she stared at the door wondering what caused the sudden walk through time. It's not like it was unusual these days, lately almost all her thoughts had been on how she managed to get her life this way, but it still bugged her. She was just about to turn the handle when suddenly she doubled over in pain a silent cry escaping her lips as everything blacked out.

Angel growled as he shifted the gears in his truck. How the fuck do any of these people drive these things? He wondered as once again he tried to put it in the proper gear. Snarling he turned off the engine and stepped out of the vehicle. "I swear, if these Apocalypse demons keep destroying my car I'm going to stop fighting for the PTB!" he swore under his breath as the truck began rolling down hill, causing him to storm in the other direction muttering something about parking breaks vs normal breaks. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath as a vision hit him as if telling him it was impossible to trade sides now. "Buffy!" he gasped then blacked out.