Years after Buffy released the powers of the Slayers, the supernatural evil was eradicated and all that was left were the Slayers, with more and more discovering their powers each day and new generations being born every minute. While they rejoiced in their victory, the universe cried out. The word was to face yet another threat, total chaos. Balance must be restored.


She could feel her insides burning. She didn't know how or why. The doctors couldn't figure it out as well. They were running so many tests, and with each test, more flames consumed her. She was being punished. Accepting her fate, she leaned towards Andrew, the man who had come for her when she needed guidance. He helped her discover her powers, held her when she was afraid, and encouraged her when she wanted to give up. He was her rock, and slowly they fell in love. He cried watching her die, burning from the inside out.

"Don't cry, sweetie," she croaked as she tried to hold her frail hand out to him. Their subtle Doctor Who reference simply made him cry even more. She wished she could cry with him, but her tears stopped flowing days ago. This burning sensation in her was her torment. She wasn't forgiven and she had always known it deep down.

"I love you, sun of my life," Andrew recited in Dothraki. She smiled weakly.

"I love you, my moon and stars," she whispered, barely able to speak. The last thing she heard was Andrew's grief struck cries as she let this cursed fire consume her, just as it had many Slayers before her.


Jessie sat on a swing in the small park, simply waiting for something to show up. Since the destruction of the Hellmouths, demons were a rare occurrence, and vampires weren't as common. More often than not, Jessie would run into a raccoon mistaking it for a demon. She sighed. Being a Slayer in the modern, non-demonic world was boring. What was the point of being a part of this amazing power if you could never use them? She would never use them for purposes other than slaying however, she wasn't the type of person to use force to get what she wanted, unless she wasn't given another option. Jessie hopped off the swing and decided to head home, nothing was going to happen tonight, so why bother waiting around? She slowly walked home, kicking a small pebble on the sidewalk as she walked. She was glad her dad was a former Watcher, otherwise it would be hard to explain why she was sneaking in at midnight or later. Although he would give her shit for not slaying something for as long as she was out tonight. She checked her phone, it was one in the morning. Jessie grunted in frustration. Tomorrow was the first day back to school, at school number three. The first two she simply stopped attending at some point in the year due to boredom. That and she knew what she was going to be doing for the rest of her life, slay evil.

She reached her house. 712 Westbury Street. She quietly entered the house, but it was useless, her dad was waiting up for her, like he usually did. He was sitting in his big reading chair. She remembered sitting with him when she was a little girl looking through picture books of fairy tales. Her favourite was Snow White. Her dad would hate reading it night after night, so he started making up different stories for poor old Snow, including one where a demon ate her Red Riding Hood style and it was up to the Slayer Queen (what he would call the Slayer who made all potential Slayers into Slayers immediately) to defeat the demon and save Snow White. Jessie's favourite tale of his was the one where Snow White kicked the Evil Queen's ass and took the throne by force. But now, Jessie was too old to sit on her dad's lap listening to fairy tales, instead he would sit and read books silently. At the moment, he was reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.

"How did it go?" he asked, not looking up from his book. Jessie looked down at her relatively spotless shoes. She was disappointed in not being able to find some demon activity, no matter how small.

"Nothing" she replied. He simply nodded, handling the news better than Jessie was.

"Go get some sleep, then. You start school tomorrow remember." He reminded her. She groaned. She hated school, it was a brick prison full of adults that didn't trust her and tried to push the concept of her having a 'problem' on her all the time. She had seen at least twenty guidance counselor and all told her she had some sort of problem. She was diagnosed with ADHD three times, ADD five, and Depression seven. She had no idea what supposed symptoms she showed of any of those, but she admitted that she was very stand off-ish. She isolated herself, outside of her best friend Rian. He grew up with her and she had no idea what life would be without him. The day she told him what she was, he promised that if she ever met a supernatural being, he would take very good care of her laptop. He joked like that with her often and she enjoyed his company, especially since many other people looked at her as a freak.

Falling asleep that night was difficult. Jessie wondered if she would still have classes from freshman year. She wondered if Rian would be in any of her classes, unlike last year when they only shared lunch. She also thought about what crackhead counselor would be hired this year.


Buffy stood on a hill over the town. She never imagined coming back here after giving her daughter up almost fifteen years ago. She had told everyone she was aborting the pregnancy, but at the clinic, she saw the posters of babies and children and couldn't bring herself to do it. She lied to her friends, saying she needed time to mourn her lost pregnancy, but she really needed time to have the baby and give it up to the father. She knew that he could protect her, being apart of the old Council and having a vast knowledge about demons. She learned later he took a job at Angel's law firm, Wolfram and Hart. It seemed it was the only place he could truly work, just as Wesley had years before. She still didn't trust Angel and his intentions, but destroying Los Angelus to stop evil did help restore some of her faith.

"Why here Buffy? There's low activity since the destruction of the Hellmouth here and it doesn't look like there's any Slayer energy." Willow asked, not knowing that in that town, there was a Slayer. Buffy's own daughter.

"I know of one here, and she's important. I don't want to risk loosing her too." Buffy answered. If her sweet little child was murdered from this demonic force plaguing the Slayers, she would never forgive herself.

"Then are you using your usual cover?" Willow asked. Buffy nodded. Tomorrow she would become the new guidance counselor in an attempt to find her daughter and save her life. She just hoped that this nightmare would end soon so she could reconnect with the child she had left so many years ago.