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 seven rewritten episodes, before you read this. This is the 8th episode 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 a castle in Cortona, Italy, in the year 1418, a young man by the name of Carlo was standing by a window, looking into the room at his master.

"Carlo, caro mio." Translated into, 'Carlo, my dear one.'

Carlo came into the room and over to Moloch. He knelt. Moloch stepped over to him and put his hand on his head.

Moloch's face was very demonic. "Mi ami? Ti darò tutto. Tutto quello che desidero è il tuo amore." Translated into, 'Do you love me? I can give you everything. All I want is your love.'

"Tu hai il mio amore," Carlo answered. 'You have my love.'

Moloch growled and quickly twisted Carlo's head, snapping his neck.

Inside a church, the priest Thelonius was talking to a group of monks bearing torches. "E fuori. E il diavolo, Molocco. E fuori nel mondo, facendo tante cose male. Abbiamo bisogno di fare il circolo." 'He's out. It is the devil, Moloch. The Corrupter. He walks again. He is out in the world, doing such bad things. More and more people have fallen under his mesmerizing power. There is still time to bind him. We must form the circle.'

The monks gathered around him as he opened a large book. The pages of the book were blank.

"Per potere di questo circolo di Kayless..." 'By the power of the circle of Kayless...'

Moloch smiled as he straightened up and let Carlo's body fall. His expression changed when he realized something was wrong, and he looked up. He let out a surprised, "No!"

"Per potere di questo circolo di Kayless, ti commando! Vieni!" 'By the power of the circle of Kayless, I command you! Come!'

Moloch screamed even more loudly in terror.

"VIENI!" 'COME!'

Moloch continued to scream. He suddenly burst into millions of tiny particles. The particles fell into the book.

"Vieni, demonio! Vieni!" 'Come, demon! Come!'

As the particles fell into the book, an ancient script appeared. When the pages were filled, Thenlonius closed the book. He stepped over to a table and put the book into a heavy wooden box. "Preghiamo che questo libro è mai letto più..." 'Pray that this accursed book is never again read...' He put the book in a box. "Che il demonio Molocco è mai lasciato più fuori nel mondo." 'Lest the Demon Moloch be loosed upon the world.' He put the lid on the box.

Back in 1997, the lid was lifted off the box by Buffy. She looked in. "Oh, great! A book!" She stated sarcastically.

A book-scanning project was going on in the library. Willow ans a few other computer science students were seated at a table, scanning books into the library's computer system.

Buffy pulled the book out of the box and blew some of the dust off of it.

"Oh, uh, I, uh... haven't gone through the new arrivals. Uh, put it in, uh-" Giles pointed with his book. "In, in that pile."

"Here, I'll get it," a student named Dave offered. He got up from his computer.

"Oh, thanks, Dave. The Willow pile," Buffy told him.

Dave took the book from Buffy and went over to the pile of books next to Willow.

"Uh, when I've examined it, you can, uh, uh, skim it."

Ms. Calendar smirked. She had told him she would bring a class in some day. "Scan it, Rupert. That's scan it."

Giles gave her a sarcastic look. "Of course." That seemed to be the day where Ms. Calendar seemed to want to really bug him. Publicly.

"Oh, I know, our ways are strange to you, but soon you will join us in the 20th century. With three whole years to spare!" She grinned.

"Jenny, I'm sure your computer science class is fascinating, but I happen to believe that one can survive in modern society without being a slave to the, um, idiot box."

Ms. Calendar got annoyed. "That's TV. The idiot box is TV. This-" She indicated to a computer. "Is the good box!"

"I still prefer a good book."

Ms. Calendar was going to reply with, 'I know you do.' But one of her students butted into the conversation.

Fritz spoke self-righteously, "The printed page is obsolete." He stood up. "Information isn't bound up anymore. It's an entity. The only reality is virtual. If you're not jacked in, you're not alive." He grabbed his books and left.

"Thank you, Fritz, for making us all sound like crazy people." Now Ms. Calendar knew there was practically no way she'd convert Giles after that. She tried anyway, though, " Fritz, Fritz comes on a little strong, but he does have a point. You know, for the last two years more e-mail was sent than regular mail."

"Oh..."

"More digitized information went across phone lines than conversation."

"That is a fact that I regard with genuine horror."

Ms. Calendar teased, "I'll bet it is." She addressed her students, "Alright, guys, let's wrap it up for today."

"I've just got a few more. I'll hang for a bit," Willow stated.

"Cool! Thanks."

Xander grabbed his bag and pulled it onto his shoulder.

"Xander, you wanna stay and help me?" Willow asked.

Xander was in disbelief. "Are you kidding?"

Willow was taken aback. "Yes, it was a joke I made up."

"Willow, I love you, but bye!" Xander left.

"See you tomorrow!" Willow called after him.

Xander ignored her. "Buffy, wait up!"

"I'm, I'm just gonna stay and clean up a little. I'll, uh, I'll be back in the middle ages." Giles started up the stairs.

"Did you ever leave?"

Giles stopped and looked back at her. She smiled to herself, pleased with his reaction to her comment. He continued up the stairs.

A bit later, Willow was in the library alone, scanning the last book. She drew the scanner over two pages, and they appeared on the monitor. As she typed to save the scan, the script in the book disappeared. Willow closed the book, put it in the pile with the others and left. The computer monitor went blank and Moloch's words appeared: Where am I?

Later that day, Giles and Ms. Calendar walked down the steps from the school together.

"You have a, very, u-um...i-i-interesting class, to say the least. I didn't think you'd actually bring them in..."

"I said I would, didn't I?" Ms. Calendar asked. "Never underestimate me."

"Duly noted."

In the hall the next week, Buffy ran to catch up with Willow as she slowly walked along.

"Willow! Willow, hey, wait up!" She finally reached her.

"Oh, Buffy, I didn't even see you."

"Or hear me. What was up last night? I tried your line, like, a million times."

"Oh, I was, I was talking."

"Talking to...? Okay, that's it, you have a secret, and that's not allowed."

"Why not?" Willow opened her locker.

"'Cause... there's a rule."

"Well, I sort of met someone." Willow smiled.

Buffy got excited. "I knew it! This is so important! When did you meet?"

"Last week after we did the scanning project in the library." She closed her locker.

"Does he go here? What's his name? Have you kissed him? What's he like?" Buffy was curious.

Willow was amused. "No, Malcolm, no, and very nice."

Buffy got annoyed, "You are a thing of evil for not telling me this right away!"

"Well, I wasn't sure there was anything to tell. But last night, oh! We talked all night, it was amazing. He's so smart, Buffy, and, and he's romantic, and we agree about everything!"

Buffy sighed. "What's he look like?"

"I don't know!" Willow continued down the hall with a big smile on her face. Buffy was confused and stared after her a moment, then started to follow.

In Ms. Calendar's class, Fritz and Dave were there, typing away.

"Yes, I will. I promise." Dave told the monitor.

Willow and Buffy entered.

"So, you've been seeing a guy, and you don't know what he looks like? Okay, this is a puzzle. No, wait, I'm good at these. Does it involve a midget and a block of ice?" Buffy asked.

"I met him online."

Willow indicated a computer.

"Oh!"

Ms. Calendar strode quickly into the room wearing dark glasses and holding a mug of coffee in one hand and her books in the other. "Morning, kids!"

Buffy turned to look at her.

Ms. Calendar noticed her as she headed to her desk. She sat her mug down. "Buffy, are you supposed to be somewhere?" Like class, or with Rupert, or whatever. She took off her glasses.

"No, I have a free."

"Cool! But this is lab time, so let's make it a nice, short visit, okay?"

"Sure."

"You have mail," Willow's computer stated.

"It's him!" Willow typed to get the message. The message read, 'I'm thinking of you.' "He's so sweet!"

Buffy nodded. "He's a sweetie." She smiled nervously.

"What should I write back?" Willow asked.

"Uh, Willow," Buffy began cautiously. "I think it's really great that you have this cool pen pal, but don't you think you're kinda rushing all into this? Y'know what I mean?"

Willow came up with an answer to her own question excitedly, "'I'm thinking of you, too!'" Then she was crestfallen. "No, that's incredibly stupid!"

"Will, down girl! Let's focus here, okay? What do you actually know about this guy?"

Willow was disappointed. "Oh, see, I knew you'd react like this."

"Like what?"

Little did they know, the computer was video taping them.

"I just wanna make sure you're careful, that's all," Buffy told her.

The video zoomed in on Buffy.

In an office, the computer on the desk suddenly came on. The student records scrolled by. It stopped on Buffy's and expanded it.

In Ms. Calendar's class, the record popped up on Fritz's computer. Fritz studies the record and then the monitor went black. A message appeared. 'Watch her.'

"His name is Malcolm Black, he's eighteen, he lives in Elmwood, which is about eighty miles from here, and he likes me!" Willow told Buffy.

"Short, tall, skinny, fat?"

"Why does everything have to be about looks?"

"Not everything, but some stuff is. I mean, what if you guys get really, really intense, and then you find out that he... has... a hairy back?"

"Well, no! Uh, he doesn't talk like somebody who would have a hairy back. And anyways, that stuff doesn't matter when you really care about each other. Maybe I'm not his ideal either."

"Hey, I'm just trying to make sure that he's good enough for you. I think it's great that you met someone."

Ms. Calendar got up from her desk holding some papers and went over to Fritz. "Hey, Fritz... I'm, uh, lookin' at the logs. You and Dave are clockin' a pretty scary amount of computer time."

"New project," he told her.

"Ooo, will I be excited?"

"You'll die."

And with that, Ms. Calendar was convinced something fishy was going on. She did a little happy dance on the inside, knowing this was her chance to prove that computers could, indeed save the day. She went back to her desk and began looking up anything that would be of particular interest on her computer.

Outside on the steps of the quad, a boy was sitting on them, reviewing his report on his laptop. He quickly got upset. "This isn't my report! 'Nazi Germany was a model of a well ordered society'? I didn't write that! Who's been in my files?"

Willow came down the steps next to him. She was off in her own world and didn't notice Xander coming from her right. He put his hand over her eyes and she was forced to stop, nearly losing her balance.

"Hup, guess who?"

"Uh, Xander?"

"Yeah, but keep guessing anyway."

"Xander."

Xander took his hand from her eyes. "Oh, I can't fool ya, you see right through my petty charade. We goin' to the Bronze tonight?"

Willow smiled. "Not me, I think I'm gonna call it an early night."

"Oh, Malcolm, right?"

Willow smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I heard. But you're gonna be missin' out. I'm plannin' to be witty. I'm gonna make fun of all the people who won't talk to me."

"That's nice. Have a good time!" She smiled and quickly left.

Xander watched her go.

Buffy arrived and watched her go, too. "She certainly looks perky."

"Yeah, color in the cheeks, bounce in the step... I don't like it. It's not healthy." Xander faced her. "So, are you goin' to the Bronze tonight? Oh, probably not, you probably have some vampire slaying or some lame endeavor like that, don't you? Everyone deserts me."

They began to walk.

"Check out the jealous man!" Buffy said.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're jealous."

"Of what?"

"Willow's got a thang, and Xander's left hanging."

"Oh, that's meaningless drivel. I'm not interested in Willow like that."

"Yeah, but you got used to being the Belle of the Ball."

"No, it's just... this Malcolm guy? What's his deal? I mean, tell me you're not slightly wigged."

"Okay, slightly. I mean, just not knowing what he's really like."

"You are."

"Okay, but I can also say that I'm an elderly Dutch woman. Get me? I mean, who's to say I'm not if I'm in the elderly Dutch chat room?"

At first, Buffy was making light, "I get your point!" Then she actually got it. "I get your point. Oh, this guy could be anybody. He could be weird, or crazy, or old, or... He could be a circus freak." She started panicking. "He's probably a circus freak!"

"Yeah. I mean, we read about it all the time. Y'know, people meet on the 'Net, they talk, they get together, have dinner, a show, horrible ax murder."

"Willow ax murdered by a circus freak... Okay, okay, what do we do?" She realized her paranoia. "What are we doing? Xander, you get me started! We are totally overreacting!"

"But it's fun, isn't it?"

In Ms. Calendar's classroom, Fitz was staring at stuff scrolling by on the monitor. "I'm jacked in. I'm jacked in. I'm jacked in." He was carving an 'M' into his arm. "I'm jacked in."

The next day in the girl's locker room, two girls exited while Willow suddendly barged in.

"Whoa! You're the Late Girl," Buffy stated.

"I overslept."

"Till fifth period? Talkin' to Malcolm last night?"

"Yeah." She saw Buffy's look. "What?"

"Nothing."

"You're having an expression."

"I'm not. But if I was, it'd be saying, 'This just isn't like you.'"

"Not like me to have a boyfriend?"

"He's boyfriendly?"

Willow was confused. "I don't understand why you don't want me to have this. I mean, boys don't chase me around all the time. I thought you'd be happy for me."

Buffy was concerned. "I just want you to be sure. To meet him face to face. In daylight, in a crowded place with some friends. Y'know, before you become all... obsessive."

"Malcolm and I really care about each other. Big deal if I blow off a couple classes."

"I thought you said you overslept."

"Malcolm said you wouldn't understand."

"Malcolm was right."

Later, Buffy entered Ms. Calendar's classroom. She saw Dave and went over to him. "Dave?" He was oblivious. "Hey there, Dave. Anybody home?"

Dave jumped in his seat when she put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh, what do you want?"

"I wanted to ask you something if you have a minute."

"What is it?"

"Well, you're a computer geek... genius, and, uh, I sort of have a technical problem. If I wanted to find out something about someone, i-if someone e-mailed me, could I trace the letter?"

"Well, you could pull up somebody's profile based on their username."

"But they write the profile themselves, right? And so they could say anything they wanted."

"True."

"Wow! I had knowledge!"

Dave smiled.

"Well, is there a way to find out exactly where a letter, an e-letter came from? I mean, the actual location of the computer?" Buffy had a feeling she should have been asking Ms. Calendar instead, but she had a feeling Ms. Calendar had already went home.

Dave considered. "That's a challenge."

"'Cause, you see, Willow's got this boyfriend, Malcolm, and to tell you the truth, I think..."

Dave interrupted, annoyed, "Leave Willow alone."

"What do you mean?"

"That's none of your business," Dave insisted.

Buffy jumped to a conclusion, "Dave, are you Malcolm?"

Dave turned back to the computer. "Of course not." He typed.

"Dave, what's going on?"

"Look, I'll talk to you later, okay? I've got work to do."

Buffy got up and left. She sighed. "So do I."

Fritz watched her go as she passed him.

Buffy charged into the library. "Agh!"

"Buffy?" Giles asked.

"I'm going to use my first out of three guesses to ask if Ms. Calendar's gone home?"

"Y-Yes, I believe she has."

"And when I could actually use her help, too." Buffy shrugged. "I guess I'll have to tell you, then." She filled him in on all that had been going on.

Giles didn't seem to think it was that big of a deal. He went to attend to his books.

Buffy followed him. "I'm telling you, something is going on. It's not just Willow. Dave, Fritz, they're all wicked jumpy."

"Those boys aren't sparklingly normal as it is." Unable to concentrate, he turned and went back down the stairs.

Again, Buffy was on his tail. "Giles, trust me."

"I-I do! I-I-I really don't know how to advise you. Things involved with a computer fill me with a childlike terror. Now, if it were a nice ogre or some such I'd be more in my element. Well, I-I suppose you could, um, tail Dave, see if he's up to something."

Buffy sighed. "And this is where Ms. Calendar would come in handy. But I'll go. I'll wear dark glasses and a trench coat if I have to. I can work this out myself. No need to bother Ms. Calendar unless I'm absolutely sure she's needed, right?"

Outside, after school, Dave got into his car, started it, and drove off. Buffy was wearing dark glasses and a dark coat as she watched him go.

Dave drove up to the loading dock in the back of a CRD building. Buffy was looking in from the fence. She saw Dave go up to a technician and start talking to him. A security camera turned towards Buffy. The feed was sent to Fritz' computer. He saw the camera's close-up on Buffy.

"She's too close," he stated. "What do I do?"

The screen blacked out, and a message appeared, 'Kill her.'

Fritz smirked. "Party."