Hello wonderful people. This is my first story so i expect few reviews. This is KSIL4E speaking. I hope to you enjoy what you read.

Disclaimer: i own not buffy the vampire slayer or Tara would not have died. if you are reading this then your either bored or somthing must have caught you eye about this story.

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England: "No you cant do this this I am the Head of the Council you follow my orders!" said a angry Travers yelled at the council members who were atempting to remove him from his offfice.

They just took him ignoring all words coming from his mouth. "Bloody Hell listen to me why are you doing this."

He was cut off by a voice coming from his left. "Because Mr. Travers you have been relieved of your so called seat of power from now on."

"Just who do you think you are. Show yourself" The figure stepped into view. And golden eyes pierced his.

"Now dear Travers don't you recognized your superiors when you see them." Silver eyebrows lifted and a grin touch their lips. The now gleaming fangs made the person look all the more menacing. Terror streaked across his face for a moment before going back to his cool indifference.

"Why have you come back we have everything under control." The other shook their head. "Because you disobeyed the rules and let power go to your head." the voice was cold and emotionless, "It is your job to protect the Chosen One and what do I hear…hmmm, you tried to KILL HER."

Travers face falted. "Your supposed to help the slayer try to keep her alive!" Golden eyes closed to keep from lashing out physically.

"Since your family has failed me the council will now under my control." The figure turned from Travers, speaking to the guards they said, "Take him out of my sight and lock him up tight somewhere." They carried Travers bt not before he got the final word. "The council will never follow your kind again."

A smirk that showed fangs appeared. "That's is where you are wrong Quentin Travers. Many have no loyalty to you."

Disbelief on his face made the other want to laugh. Travers was gone.

The person sighed as they read over the reports of the now previous Head of Council. A clawed hand made its way to their face sighing. "Ah damn it after reading what he did the slayer, it wont be easy to gain her trust."

There was a knock at the door. "Come in." a the person who walked through the door made the others face light up. "Ah just the person I want to see."

The new person lifted an eyebrow."That would be a first." ignoring their words the other continued, "We must rectify and make amends. I want access to the councils bank account and The next plane ticket to America."

Both eyebrows lifted. "Just go with me here Rafael. And send a message to a Mr. Rupert Giles. Tell him that what has happened here and the new leader of the council will be arriving. But don't tell him who I want it to come as a complete surprise."

The other nodded and left to make the arrangements. The other sat in the chair that belonged to Travers, thinking about the new turn of events.

"I think its time we met face to face Buffy Summers…" TBC