Chapter One

The phone rang at Rivello Drive. Not the real Rivello drive, that one got swallowed up by the big sink hole that follow our most recent apocalypse. Sunnydale went kablooey when the hellmouth finally closed. We've since moved our operation to Cleveland, the home of another, less active, but still scary, hellmouth. The scoobies and I started a school of sorts for the recently empowered slayers. All the girls that could have been slayers, had I and Faith died again, are now slayers. Without the icky death part. There are at least a hundred girls between the ages of twelve and eighteen who have come through our doors and are learning the basics of arithmetic, writing, martial arts and demonic history. It's all very grand.

Like I said, the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and in my happiest voice said, "Rivello School for young gifted girls. How can I help you?"

"Um, yes, Buffy please." An soft but firm British voice said.

"Giles, it's me. Please tell me you are calling because you would like to have tea and catch up. The whole the world is ending line is getting kinda old."

"Buffy," he paused for too long.

"Oh, so the world is ending again." I sighed, "Well what is it this time?

"If my calculations are correct, Revelations. I'm not quiet sure to be honest, the hunters are usually really good about keeping the demons in line and out of our way. Something is wrong. I need you to do me a favor."

"Woah, slow down Giles. Hunters? Demons? I don't understand."

"I don't have time to explain, I'll try to make it there as soon as I can. Buffy, I need you to find a man named Bobby Singer, he can help with this. He knows more about these demons than anyone else. He'll help you."

"Ummmm, okay, Giles?"

"Here's his number are you ready?"

I quickly grabbed the nearest pen and paper and jotted down the ten numbers. We said good bye and he hung up. As soon as the line was dead I dial the extensions for Willow, Xander, Faith, and Dawn. A few minutes later we were in my office having a meeting.

I filled them in on the little information Giles had given me.

"Does he mean, Revelations, like in the bible?" Dawn asked nervously.

"I don't know," my arms were crossed across my chest.

"This Singer guy, if he knows so much, why haven't we heard of him?" Xander rubbed his forehead next to his bad eye.

"And hunters? You don't think he meant killed Bambi's mom hunters? Do you?" Willow's voiced shook as she talked.

"I don't know." I replied.

"Yeah? What do you know B?" That was Faith. She was sitting in my office chair, one leg folded into her chest, foot resting on the seat. She chewed her gum loudly as she stared at me with her dark eyes.

"Giles said something was happening, and he needs us to gets some more information about it. I don't think these guys are hunting hunters, Giles wouldn't have cared about those. Dawn, Willow, can you hit the books and see what you can learn? I want to know everything I can about these guys."

"Sure thing boss." Willow motioned for Faith to get out of the chair so that she could use the computer. Dawn went over to the bookshelf and started pulling off books and piling them on the table near the window.

"Whadda want from me boss?" Faith, now standing, asked.

"Xander, can you help Willow and Dawn? I'm going out to see what information I can find on the streets, you wanna come Faith?"

"Oh would I ever." The two of us gathered the necessary weapons and went out on patrol.

Cleveland isn't as quiet as Sunnydale. People aren't afraid of going out at night, the cemeteries are a long ways away from where all the nightlife is, it's strange. It's been six years since we have come here, and it still feels odd. It's nice to have Faith back on our side, and to have her to fight with, but I still miss him. Spike. I've heard rumors that he is or was in L.A. for a bit with Angel. That didn't seem likely. I saw what happened. There is no way he could have survived that. And none of us did a spell to bring him back. He had a soul, he's in a much better place I'm sure of it. I still miss him.

There was little information to be gathered. We caught up with Clem for a bit, but that was all. No one seems to know what a hunter is or what they have to do with demons. Faith and I took out our frustrations with a couple of fresh vamps in Brooklyn Heights, but it hardly quenched the thirst.

For the next few days we sifted through bear hunters and deer hunters in order to find out some information about Singer and the hunters. Huh, kinda funny, that would be a great band name, ha.

Bobby Singer, widower, born 1950, lives in Souix Falls, South Dakota. That's all we knew.

"Well, I looks as though I will be taking a road trip. Do you guys think you will be okay if I'm gone for a few days?"

"Woah, road trip? Count me in," Xander rubbed his hands together in anticipation, "Awe come on, you aren't going alone now Buff. It's a scary scary world out there, even if you are a slayer."

"Xander, I need you here, and don't give me that look, it's not because of your eye, or you nonslayerness. I need someone to look after the girls. Willow, can you and Kennedy make sure the girls still go to class and learn? Dawn you too? Faith you're coming with me."

"You got it B, I ain't the responsible type no how, plus road tripping with a chatty blonde like you gotta be fun." She walked over to the table and pick up four or five tattered paperback books. "'Sides, I got these books I'd like to read, I think you might like 'em too. Red found them when she was doing some research on the hunters. Turns out these books are about to brothers who drive all over the country looking for the big bad and are takin' it out before it becomes a huge problem." She handed me the first book, Supernatural. On the cover were two very handsome boys standing in front of a black car that looked like it belong back with the hippies.

"So, the hunters are fake?" I asked as I thumbed through the pages.

"No, I-I don't think so, I think someone may have heard about them or had a dream or something. This is the only set of books like this. Carver Edlund is the author, but I couldn't find out anything about him. You, you should read them Buffy."

"Thanks Will. Alright, Faith, you and I will leave tomorrow, does that sound good?"

"Sure thing B."