AN: So, I am rewriting every single episode of Buffy, with one slight change – Jenny Calendar (killed off in Passion, season 2 episode 17) will be in every single one. Don't like it, don't read it. That simple. If you do like it, I would also suggest that you start out by reading the first three rewritten episodes, before you read this. This is the 5th epiosde rewritten for season one. In the summaries S#E# represents what season and episode the story takes place. It would be best if you went in order - I guarantee you will be lost unless you go episode by episode.

In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.

In the cemetery, Buffy was fighting a vampire. She kicked him in the face with a high roundhouse kick, forcing him to step backward to keep his balance. The vampire did a jumping half-twisting crescent kick, which

Buffy ducked. He tried two punches, and Buffy neatly blocked them. On his third punch she grabbed hold of his arm and hit him in the face with a high front snap kick. Letting go of the vampire's arm, Buffy punched him squarely in the midsection and followed up with a swinging punch to his face, sending him to the ground. "We haven't been properly introduced." She pulled out a stake. "I'm Buffy, and you're history!" She plunged the stake into him as he got up. He fell and burst to ashes.

Giles popped up from behind a crypt. "Poor technique." He came around to her. "Prioritizing, sub-par... Execution was adequate, but a bit too bloody for my taste."

"Giles, don't mention it. It was my pleasure to make the world safe for humanity again."

"I'm not saying that your methods are without merit, it's, uh, y-you're spending too much time and energy. It should simply be: plunge, and move on. Plunge and..."

"Is it safe to come out, yet?" Ms. Calendar asked from behind the same crypt Giles had been behind. As she asked, Giles noticed something on the ground.

"Yeah, come on out, he's dusted," Buffy answered.

"Hello." Giles bent over to pick up a ring with his pen.

Buffy saw it. "Oh, that's great! I kill 'em, you fence their stuff."

Giles gave her a look.

Ms. Calendar bounced over. "What is it?"

"I don't know," Giles answered.

"But it bothers you," Buffy stated.

"Yes! Well, I... I thought this vampire was just on a random kill, but it may be something else."

"Something big?" Buffy asked.

"Yes. I'd best consult my books."

Ms. Calendar rolled her eyes. She couldn't wait until something came up where computers saved the day.

In The Master's lair, The Master slammed a book down on his lectern, opened it, and read, "'And there will be a time of crisis, of worlds hanging in the balance. And in this time shall come the Anointed, the Master's great warrior. And the Slayer will not know him, will not stop him, and he will lead her into Hell.' As it is written, so shall it be." He picked up the book and walked. "'Five will die, and from their ashes the Anointed shall rise. The Brethren of Aurelius shall greet him and usher him to his immortal destiny.'" He stopped by one of the bretheren. "As it is written, so shall it be. 'And one of the brethren shall go out hunting the night before and get himself killed, because he couldn't wait to finish his job before he ate.' Oh, wait." He grabbed the brethren by the throat. "That's not written anywhere." He lifted the vampire from his feet. "The

Anointed will be my greatest weapon against the Slayer! If you fail to bring him to me, if you allow that girl to stop you..." He threw the vampire into a coffin. "Here endeth the lesson." He slammed the book shut and walked off.

In the library, Buffy was sitting on the table, studying the ring.

Giles made his way down to her from the stacks while leafing through a book.

Ms. Calendar was behind the checkout counter, fiddling with a nail file.

"That symbol on the ring... I believe it's the rune for fidelity, but, uh, it doesn't connect with any of the sects that I've studied," Giles said.

"What about this?" Buffy showed him the ring. "On the inside. It's a sun and three stars. Haven't we seen that somewhere?"

"Let me see." Giles took the ring and looked closely. "No, I-I don't think this, um, represents any..."

Buffy looked in the book. "Wait, it's right here. Sun and three stars. Yuck, check these guys out." She handed Giles the open book. "Told you it looked familiar."

"Ugh, I'm bored. Let me see." Ms. Calendar made her way over to them. Just because she'd mostly sat out of the last fight didn't mean she was going to this time.

"Oh, the Order of Aurelius. Yes, you're right," Giles said to Buffy.

"Ooo, two points for the Slayer, while the Watcher has yet to score!"

Ms. Calendar made a noise that was a cross between a choked laugh and a snort. Giles gave her a look. She cleared her throat. "Sorry."

Owen came into the library and approached them.

"Oh!" Buffy slid off the table. "Owen! Hi!"

Giles looked up at Owen. "What do you want?"

"A book?"

"Oh!"

"See, this is a school, and we have students, and they check out books, and then they learn things," Buffy said to Giles.

"I was beginning to suspect that was a myth."

"And this is the library, where the books live, so get the kid his book." Ms. Calendar smirked.

"I lost my Emily. Dickinson. It's dumb, but I like her around. Kind of a security blanket," Owen stated.

Buffy replied awkwardly, "I have something like that. Well, it's an actual blanket. Uh, and I don't really carry it around anym-more... So! Emily Dickens, huh? She's great!"

"Dickinson."

"She's good also."

Giles pointed at a section of the stacks. "Poetry."

"I didn't think I'd find you here," Owen told Buffy. He went up the stairs.

Buffy followed him. "W... Why not?"

"I, I didn't mean... I mean... I think you can read."

"Thanks."

"But you don't seem bookwormy." He found his book. "The type of person to lock themselves in a dark room with a lotta musty old books." He looked up from the book. "Oh, and I've offended you."

"No! No, I'm just surprised you gave any thought to what I'm like."

"You shouldn't be." He started back down the stairs.

Buffy followed. "Oh, well, I love books. I mean, I really love books."

Owen saw the book they were consulting earlier on the table and headed over there to take a look. "What's this?"

Buffy got between him and the book. "Not this one."

Ms. Calendar picked the book up. "This one she doesn't love."

Giles walked around Buffy, took Owen's book, and headed to the checkout station. "Oh, Emily Dickinson."

"We're both fans," Buffy announced.

"Yes, uh, she's quite a good poet, I mean for a... " Giles took Owen's library card.

"A girl?" Buffy asked.

"For an American." He scanned the book and library card.

"I'll, uh, see you in math..." Owen couldn't help but wonder why the computer science teacher was there. "if I open my eyes at some point." Math was boring. He took the card and book from Giles.

"Cool..." Buffy replied.

Owen left.

Buffy stared after him.

"The Order of Aurelius is a very old and venerated sect. If they're here, it's for a good reason," Giles stated.

"That was Owen!"

"Yes, I remember."

"Do you have any more copies of Emily Dickinson? I need one."

Giles took on an exasperated tone. "Buffy, while the mere fact of you wanting to check out a book would be grounds for a national holiday, I think we should focus on the problem at hand."

"Right. I'm sorry, you're right. Vampires." She looked down at her dress. "Oh." She looked inquisitively at Giles, then Ms. Calendar, then Giles. "Does this outfit make me look fat?"

Later, in the cafeteria, Buffy and Willow were paying for lunch.

"Owen Thurman was talking to you?" Willow asked.

"It's all true."

"Wow! He hardly talks to anyone. He's solitary, mysterious... He can brood for forty minutes straight, I've clocked him."

"He was so nice, it was eerie."

"What did you guys have to talk about?"

Buffy headed for a table where Xander was seated. "Emily Dickinson."

Willow followed. "He reads Emily Dickinson? He's sensitive, yet manly!"

Buffy sat down her try.

"Well, wait, you've never even read her," Willow stated.

Buffy pulled out the book and sat it down for Willow to see.

"You vixen!"

They both sat.

Xander held up his fork. "Has anybody given any thought to what this green stuff is?"

"Hmm, I'm avoiding the subject," Buffy answered.

"I think it's kale, or possibly string cheese." He let his fork drop. "So, Buffy, how'd the slaying go last night?"

Buffy gave him a stern look. "Xander!"

"I mean, how'd the laying go?"

Buffy shot him another look.

"No, I don't mean that either."

"It went fine, thank you. There's some new hoidy-toidy vampire sect in town," Buffy answered.

"That's bad," Willow stated.

"Well, hey, they're bringing in the much needed tourist dollars." He saw Owen. "Ooo, look at Mr. Excitement."

"Owen! He's all alone! Maybe somebody should sit with him," Buffy suggested.

"Mm, just to be polite!" Willow agreed/

Buffy got up.

"Good luck!" Willow supported.

"Okay, what just happened?" Xander asked Willow.

Buffy walked over to Owen's table. Cordelia was coming over, too, from another direction.

"Look, an empty seat!" Cordelia bumped Buffy.

Buffy spilled her tray. "Ooo! Ew..."

"Let me get that." Owen bent down.

"Thanks!" Buffy crouched. "Boy! Cordelia's hips are wider than I thought!"

Sarcastic nonsense came from Cordelia's mouth, "Eh-heh!"

"At least you don't have to eat your Soylent Green," Owen said.

Cordelia tried getting his attention. "Owen, a bunch of us are loitering at the Bronze tonight. You there?"

"Who's all going?" Owen asked.

"Well, um, I'm gonna be there."

"Who else?"

"You mean besides me?"

"Buffy, what about you?" Owen asked.

"What?"

"No, no, no! She, uh, she doesn't like fun."

"How 'bout we meet there at eight?"

Buffy smiled. "Yeah! Eight! There!" She put her empty tray on top of Cordelia's.

After lunch, Buffy and Willow entered the hall through the cafeteria doors.

"It's not that big a deal. It's just a bunch of people getting together," Buffy told her.

"It's a very big deal!"

"It is." She spotted Giles and Ms. Calendar. "Tell her!"

"I'm afraid it's very big," Giles stated.

Willow smiled at Buffy. "Thank you!" She turned back to Giles, confused. "Wait!"

They all followed Giles into the library.

"What are you talking about?" Willow asked.

"What are you talking about?" Giles asked.

"Boys!" Buffy and Willow answered in unison.

"Yes, well, I'm talking about trouble. A violent and disturbing prophecy is about to be fulfilled."

"The Order of Aurelius," Ms. Calendar stated.

Giles walked over to the table. "I've looked at the writings of Aurelius himself, and he, he prophesied that the brethren of his order would come to the Master and bring him the Anointed."

"Who's that?" Willow asked.

"Well, I-I don't know exactly, a-a-a-a warrior, but, but it says he will rise from the ashes of the Five on the evening of the thousandth day after the Advent of Septus."

"Well, we'll be ready whenever it is," Buffy said.

"Which is tonight."

Buffy took in the information. "Tonight, okay..." She realized the conflict. "Not okay! It can't be tonight!"

"My calculations are precise."

"Nuh! They're bad calculations! Bad!"

"Checked them twice, myself," Ms. Calendar stated.

"Buffy has a really important date," Willow explained.

"Owen!"

"Alright, I-I'll just jump in my time machine, go back to the twelfth century and ask the vampires to postpone their ancient prophecy for a few days while you take in dinner and a show," Giles said.

"Okay, at this point you're abusing sarcasm," Buffy told him.

"Buffy, this is no ordinary vampire. But we have to stop him before he reaches the Master," Giles replied.

"Yeah, uh, I'm just gonna...be over here...while you yell." Ms. Calendar backed up slowly.

"But... Cute guy! Teenager! Post-pubescent fantasies!"

"Those will just have to be put on hold! The dark forces are aligning against us, and we have a chance to beat them back. Tonight we go into battle!"

That night, in a graveyard, Giles, Buffy, and Ms. Calendar sat on a large gravestone.

Giles sniffed. "Perhaps we, uh, miscalculated."

"I'm thinking yes." Buffy sucked her drink dry.

"Well, you know what they say. Ninety percent of the vampire slaying game is, is waiting."

"You couldn't have told me that ninety percent ago?"

"Well, we've certainly waited here long enough." Ms. Calendar got up.

"Besides, there aren't any fresh graves," Buffy added. "Who's gonna rise?"

"Apparently no one tonight." Giles got up as well.

Buffy jumped up. "Then I can bail? I can go to the Bronze and find Owen?"

"Oh, very well then. Follow your hormones if you want."

Ms. Calendar muffled a giggle with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

"But I assume I don't have to warn you about the hazards of becoming personally involved with someone who's unaware of your unique condition."

"Yeah, yeah, I read the back of the box."

"If your identity as the Slayer is revealed it could put you and all those around you in grave danger."

"Well, in that case I won't wear my button that says, 'I'm a Slayer. Ask me how!'"

Giles gave her a look.

"Good night." Buffy left.

"'Five shall die, and from their ashes the Anointed shall rise.' I was sure it was tonight," Giles stated.

"See what happens when you become too dependent on books? They trick you." Ms. Calendar said.

"Well, your computers haven't proved to be much help, either."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Both our resources messed up. Boo for us. Let's get over it."

In a bus, passengers were having a conversation.

"I went on an airplane," Colin, who was a little boy, told Andrew. Andrew was a grown man with a gruff voice.

"A pale horse emerged with death as its rider. You will be judged. You will be judged."

At the Bronze, Buffy entered, looking for Owen. 'Rotten Apple', by Three Day Wheely, was playing on the sound system.

"...is real / Then you wake up shouting some familiar name / It's not the same"

Buffy saw Owen dancing with Cordelia. She looked on, crushed by the sight of them together.

"You're just a girl / Just a girl who knows no shame / Whose desperate pace has lost its taste / A never-ending darkness weighs / I can't avoid, I can't complain / I know exactly who's to blame / The girl who shares my..."

In the bus, Andrew got up and stood in the aisle. "That day's gonna bring fire. Fire comin' down! Judgment!" To Colin and his mom, "Don't think you're ready, ready to look upon him. If there's sin in there, there's sin all around. It's a liquid. On that day there won't be anybody tellin' us what to do or why we're doin' it. You can't prepare. On that day..."

The driver addressed him, "Hey, you gotta sit down. Okay?"

"Are you willing to stand with the righteous?"

One of the brethren stepped in front of the bus. The driver hit the brakes and slammed into the vampire. The bus began to swerve, ran through a sign and hit a pole, which brought it to a stop.

The driver looked back at the passengers. "Is everyone okay?"

The passengers looked at each other. They all seemed shaken but okay. The driver got out to check on the victim.

"Are you all right?" He knelt down beside him. "Can you move?"

The vampire grabbed him by the throat and began choking him. Another one punched through a window on the bus, grabbed Andrew by the throat, pulled him out and bit him. The vampires all climbed into the bus to get the other people.

Outside the cemetery, Giles and Ms. Calendar were walking towards their respective cars.

Ms. Calendar fished in her purse for her keys. She couldn't find them. She then happened to glance through the car window. "Damn it!"

Giles looked over, about to get into his own car. "What is it?"

"Brilliant me left the keys in the car, and I don't have a spare."

Ms. Calendar was surprised to learn that Giles knew how to pick a car door lock, but was grateful when he was successful and got it unlocked. "Just when I thought I had you figured out." She stated when she heard the lock click open.

"Yes, well, I-I-I'm, uh, f-full of surprises."

"That was a helpful surprise. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Giles went back to his car.

Ms Calendar got in her own and let out a sigh. Boy, was he a mystery. A mystery that she didn't care to solve, but would rather be a part of. She started the car, telling herself that she'd have to kick up the flirt factor a notch or two.