Authors Note. I realize that this story has not been updated in some time. I apologize for the delay. My research at grad school has dominated my life for the last two years. I decided to start working on this story again because I kept getting story alerts that people were adding my story. I hated the idea that people were still reading this story with nothing new being added. This chapter is a complete rewrite of the first chapter. Chapters two and three will also be rewritten. I want to add more depth to this story so some of the information given in the original three chapters before will be extended. Now knowledge of the Buffy comics or the DC comics are necessary for the way I am re writing this. Also I am going to fit the Smallville continuity to what has happened up till recently. When I first wrote this Clark had not yet become the blur. This will be fixed to keep from conflicting with Smallville continuity.

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Dawn is going to kill me. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I had promised her a better life, a simpler life, a life where she could be a normal college student without the stress of the supernatural. The slayer in me always wants to fight, to seek out lost and hurt souls. We had left England in hopes of finding a better life one without the pain and grief that always seems to follow us. We had just scored a huge victory for the powers that be. We had saved their champion and averted yet anther catastrophe. Twilight just like the Initiative before them had ruined any faith I had in the American military. Dawn made me promise that I would move on. No one needed the last Chosen One anymore. There were plenty of slayers to take up the call. Buffy Summers was obsolete.

My name was infamous it had been plastered all over the news worldwide. Along with pictures of me killing vampires and other beings now called meta-humans. Dawn had been gracefully left out of the public eye but we both had to change our names. Out of a sick sense of irony on Dawn's behalf she had decided that our new surname should be Winters.

We had moved to the American heartland in hopes to get as far from the world we left behind as we could. Metropolis seemed like a nice city on the outside. We had both failed to notice the crime rates in this mid-western burgh. Nor had we noticed the amount of vigilantism this city attracted. So entranced were we by the idea of a fresh start that we had overlooked a lot of information that may have kept us from this place.

Despite all of this I could have stayed out of trouble if only for Dawn's sake. But no I couldn't do that. I was a slayer it wasn't in me to back down from anything. That's why Dawn is going to kill me. There's no avoiding it. Once she finds out she is going to be livid. Like I said I couldn't help it. When I heard that girls scream the slayer took over. It had to protect to fight.

I was walking home late one night when I heard the tell tale signs of a damsel in distress. No longer was I thinking about sales figures and importation taxes. My brain went dead as my instincts took control. Before I really knew what was going on I had made it half way down the dark alley the scream had come from. It was a man a human man. The fact that the girl's assailant was human didn't deter the slayer from wanting vengeance but I had to force myself into control. If the slayer attacked the rapist full force he may likely have been killed.

I marched my stilettos in his direction grabbing him up by the throat before he could do anything more to the bruised woman. Giving the rapist very little attention I tossed him to the ground bellowing out a short command that he leave the girl alone. He didn't listen. When do they ever listen? The girl was frightened and shivering against the side of a metal dumpster. The man had in just a few moments reduced this woman into hysterics. Turning back to the man who was stupid enough not to leave I glared. Demons and vampires usually get the hint by now that I'm not someone who gets messed with. Humans aren't as linked to their surroundings to realize when the bogeyman is staring them in the face. He advanced on me slowly like he wanted to take pleasure in hurting me. As if.

I stood still waiting for the man to get closer. Once he was in arms reach I could see the wicked grin on his face. Scars on either side of his mouth augmented his smile. He was insane, that was why he wasn't afraid. The man was delusional. Grabbing for his right hand I cracked the wrist while spinning him around. The force drove him to his knees. He whimpered slightly to the pain. Holding him there I heard sirens coming down the street. I hadn't seen any witnesses but it didn't matter.

Within minutes the perpetrator who I now knew as Jack Napier was secured in a police vehicle and the girl was off to a hospital. The man was a wanted serial killer who had already killed seven girls in Metropolis. The police took my statement and asked if they could put my name on the official report. The town was full of vigilantes and the cops were grateful that a standard citizen had averted at least one crime. I nodded my head at the officer and turned to leave for home. I'm not sure why I said yes but part of me has always hated being secret identity girl.

I turned the corner headed toward my house and saw a tall man leaning against the side of the building. He was easily two meters tall. He had wavy black hair and deep blue eyes. When he saw me his face split into a grin. The grinning face in front of me was more sincere than the one the serial killer had given me. The figure shoved his hands into his jean pockets and moved away from the wall putting a little distance between us.

'That was quite the save you performed back there.' He said gesturing in the direction of the raping. Had this guy been watching the whole time? What kind of man could just stand and watch a woman being raped.

'You saw that did you?' I said giving him a wide birth as I tried to walk past him.

'I was watching. You were already involved when I got there.' He said letting me pass by. 'I was interested to see if you could take care of the situation.'

This man was confusing me. Why would someone just sit back and watch a small woman try to fight off a serial killer. I hate people who miss judge me based on my size but this was different. 'You would have to be pretty damn fast to step in and help if anything had gone wrong.'

'You are clearly not what you look like.' He said moving to walk beside me. 'I saw how you lifted that guy by the throat.' He shook his head as if still not believing what he saw. 'It was spectacular.'

I was shocked he wasn't judging me for my size or afraid of my slayer strength. He appeared to be amazed at what I had done out of appreciation. 'Your not going to start freaking out that a small blonde girl was able to lift that guy and throw him thirty feet?'

My statement caused him to laugh softly before turning to look into my eyes. 'I'm the last person on earth who should miss judge anyone based on their size.'

The rest of the walk to my townhouse was spent in silence. It wasn't awkward but I could tell that he wanted to ask me something. 'Well this is me' I said pointing at the brownstone in front of us. 'This was definitely a strange day for me.'

He smiled again this time reaching his eyes as the azure orbs began to sparkle. 'Would you like to meet me at my office tomorrow for lunch?'

This was looking up he wanted to meet during the day which eliminated the possibility that he was a vampire. 'Sure I would like that.' I said holding out my hand. 'I'm Anne Winters by the way.'

He smiled again turning my skin into goose flesh. 'I'm Clark Kent, Daily Planet.' He said shaking my hand.

'A reporter huh?' I said with a mischievous grin. 'Are you fishing for an exclusive Mr Kent?'

Turning to leave Clark put his hand back into his pocket and met my grin with a smile. 'You never know Ms Winters. Meet me in the newsroom at noon tomorrow.'

With that his back retreated down the street. As I unlocked the door to my home I couldn't get the image of those sparkling eyes out of my head. Dawn was going to kill me for sure.