A/N Okay...so i wrote this one a while ago. I had just got home from having surgery earlier that day. So needless to say, I was highly medicated lol. So if there is any grammar or misspellings or if it just doesn't make since I apologize. It has been forever since i have watched or read any Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfic/shows so im pretty sure Buffy herself is going to be very OOC, i think i did ok with the Twilight characters. Hope you like and please review so I know if anyone actually likes this.

Chapter one: Toto, We're Not in Kansas Anymore.

The first thing I noticed was the smell. Stale unmoving air, there was a hint of someone's (way to strong) perfume, and some kind of cleaner. It smelled like the one my mom used to use to clean the kitchen with. Other then that, I couldn't feel, move, or see. The second thing I noticed was the sound of an engine, a faint buzz in the background.

This wasn't right; I wasn't supposed to be here. I don't remember getting in a car or anything else for that matter. I tried to process the last thing I could remember doing, but my brain didn't want to function. I could tell I was starting to get my feeling back, I could feel the soft vibrations from the engine, that right there told me I wasn't in a car. The vibrations were wrong, too strong for it being a car. I let my slayer senses take over.

The only thing I could feel was a couple other humans and a few birds. I knew right away that I was on a plane. With traveling back and forth from mom and dad's house I knew a plane like the back of my hand.

I felt like I was coming out of a coma, drowsy and weak. I finally got my eyes to work. The light was blinding. It took me a little while for my eyes to adjust. Yep I was on a plane. Now all I had to do is to figure out how the hell I got here.

Angel.

Something to do with Angel. Every time I thought of him my chest felt like it would burst with the pain.

Why couldn't I remember?

I looked around the plane to see if I could find Giles, Willow, or Xander. Hell I would even be happy if Cordelia was here. Nothing, there was an older couple about two rows up, no one in my row, a small child that looked to be about three years old and her mother were four sets behind me, other then them, that's all there was on this flight besides who ever was in first class. I noticed a stewardess heading my way from the front on the plane.

"Um, excuse me miss, could you tell me where this flight is headed" I asked a little unsure of myself. I knew that would sound wired. Being the fact that I'm the one that got on the flight. I'm sure it would have made a scene if someone dragged me unconscious on a plane and I'm probably the one that bought the ticket, yea smart move Buffy.

"Yea, uh, this flight lands in Seattle." She stated, her eyebrows frowned in confusion.

"Thank you?" it came out more of a question then a statement, what the hell was in Washington.

After the stewardess left I stared straight ahead, still trying to get my memories back. I mean I knew who I was. I knew I was dating Angel and I was a sophomore in high school. I remember Angel going Angelus after our night of passion. Spike was helping me with something; I just can't remember what it was that he was helping me with. I just remember him coming to me telling me he could help me and something about a spell.

Then it clicked, Spike, Angel, even Drusilla. "Oh my god" I chocked back a sob. "I killed him……I killed Angel" not Angelus. Willow must have found the spell. He was back to the Angel I loved, and I had to kill him.

My whole body went numb. I think I was more broken up on the fact that I killed an innocent then I was on the fact that I killed a lover. Would it be ex-lover? I let my head fall back to the seat with a thump. The only thing I concentrated on was stopping myself from wigging out.

"Good Afternoon United passengers" the pilot's voice cracked over the intercom. "We are now at 20,000 feet and ascending in Seattle, please be safe and join us again soon" the voice that came on next I noticed belonged to the stewardess that I asked random questions to. "Passengers will be seated and buckled up. Please put your seat in an up-right position and have the trays in front of you locked in place. Turn off all mobile phones, lap-top computers, radios, or any electronic devices you may have, and thank you again for joining us on United Airlines Fight 301" I buckled my seat belt, which I seen no point in, and waited for someone to let me know I could leave this cramped plane.

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I looked around the airport for someone I recognize or even a "BUFFY SUMMERS" sign, nothing. After waiting twenty minutes I went and sat on one of the many benches lining the walls of the baggage claim area. I sat the purse I found beside me in my seat on the plane. It didn't look familiar and I defiantly knew that I'm not the one that bought it, but I just felt that I needed to have it with me. I figured I had enough time to look through it while waiting for someone I might recognize. I picked up the brown leather purse and unzipped it. The first thing I pulled out was an old copy of Withering Heights. Defiantly wasn't my purse, I barley passed English with a 'D'. The next thing I found was a small silver watch. Six o' clock. I looked outside and noticed it was starting to get dark. The last thing I pulled out was a billfold. Great some I.D.

Okay now I was wigging out. I kept trying to remind myself that stranger things have happen. There was an I.D. along with about six hundred dollars. The I.D. had my Picture, just not my name. According to this, my name was Isabella Marie Swan age 17. I was very freaked out. I was feeling weak and vulnerable, something I hated with a passion. What ever happens, I have to hide my fear and be extremely open minded. I took a deep breath and look through the rest of the purse and billfold; I didn't find anything else besides a few old photos labeled Mom and Dad on the back.

"Isabella!" I heard someone yell before I felt two strong arms rap around me from the side; I nearly jumped a foot in the air. Damn I must have really been out of it in order for some random human to sneak up on me. I quickly went into slayer mode and grabbed the poor guys arm and twisted it around his back, not enough pressure to really hurt him but enough to give him a warning not to touch me.

I heard a nervous chuckle. "Wow your mom wasn't kidding when she said you took up martial arts." I quickly let him go and gave him a shy smile. I knew right away that this dude was suppose to be my father in what ever universe this was, and right about now I really hope the real Isabella didn't get stuck in my life. I wouldn't wish my life on my worse enemy.

"Umm hi Dad?" I knew it came out as more of a question and it really was. I secretly prayed that this was my dad. I can't stand awkwardness.

"Hey bells" He gave me an awkward smile when he seen that his arm was still around me. I sighed in relief when he removed it. I was happy to see he wasn't a touchy feely person.

"How was your flight?" he asked grabbing my arm heading toward the baggage clam for the arriving flights. For the first time I got to get a good look at him. New dads a cop, and by the look of it he was chef. I looked closer and noticed a name tag. Charlie Swan, that made me feel a little better, now I knew he was some kind of relative.

"Fine, a little tiring" I didn't want to say much, I didn't know how much this guy new about his real daughter, by the way it sounds ' Isabella ' had been living with her mother.

I scanned the bags looking for the one with Isabella Swan on it. God I hope she's not an over packer. I was starting to slowly freak out again; I mean I don't know this girl from eve. What if she has friends here, or worse a boyfriend? I shuddered at the thought. Sorry girly girl but I ante giving out anymore happies any time soon; I learned my lesson the first time, and no why in hell am I'm dating a freaking mortal. Id end up killing the poor dude.

"Are you cold bells?" Dad person Charlie asked, he must of seen me shudder. I could of laughed. I almost never get cold anymore. I mean after dating a guy who felt like a huge chunk of ice, you kind of get used to the cold real fast. That's what I'm going to miss the most. The warmth I got from the coldness of his arms. I flinched, not here Buff, not here.

"I know this place is nothing like Phoenix and Forks isn't much better, but you get used to it after a while." He continued. He really didn't understand just how much information he was giving me.

"No I'm fine, just can't wait to get home and relax, kind of jetlagged." I said as I spotted Isabella's name on two matching brown bags. Thank god, I really couldn't wait to get out of here so I could be alone to think. After Charlie grabbed my bags (with much complaint from me and a whisper of stubbornness from him) we headed out to a police cruiser. Yea defiantly a good thing I'm used to walking, no way in sunny hell am I ridding in that around town.

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A/N Ok so each chapter im going to have a Question posted at the end. ( Just becouse its fun ) and whoever reviews the right A gets a sneek peek of the next chappie.

Q 1. In Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 1, Episode 6.

Willow: Why couldn't Xander be possessed by a ____? Or-or some ____?

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