She was running, but from what? There's a list of so many possibilities : vampires, demons, and there was that other thing - werewolves. She kind of missed the feel of them in a way. They were frightening, that was for sure. But not anything was "scary" anymore. Maybe weird, or unique, but not scary. She'd seen way to many unusual things for anything to be scary. Except maybe Oz and Veruca together, but why was she worrying about that now? It was 3 years later, she had Kennedy, and Oz was gone. Gone. Willow stirred in her sleep, going further into her nightmare until suddenly it turned into more of a peaceful dream. There he was, standing there. Oz. With his dreamy smile, and punk appearance, still wearing that black nail polish. He looked good. But then again, it was only a dream.
The morning at the Summer's house was hectic. Willow was preparing breakfast with Dawn at her side and Buffy was sitting at the table. Spike wasn't around, and Willow figured he was probably at his crypt, sleeping the day away. Andrew was still asleep on the couch and Giles was out well - somewhere. Kennedy entered the kitchen still in her pajamas and gave everyone a cheery "good morning" and then sat down at the table along with Buffy.
It was that night that Willow got time to think more clearly about her dream. She was being chased, by what seemed like a werewolf and she only knows two of those - one of which were dead. She sat in silence on the couch watching out the window. The moon was up, not a full moon, but a nice crescent bright moon which anyone could admire.
Kennedy was out patrolling, heaven knows why. There hadn't been much vampire activity for days since Caleb arrived, but there was nothing better to do. Giles was just incredibly boring all the time, and she was not in research mode. That was Willow's thing. She was a potential Slayer. She needed to be up and about. Although she hadn't brought anyone with her, she still felt safe and strong. She thought of herself powerful. She was meant to be a Slayer. Then an interesting thought hit her. Well, it wasn't technically a thought more of a noise. It went a little something like this.
"Prepare to die, Slayer," the incredibly stupid and just risen vampire crawled from the gravestone and dashed towards Kennedy's presence where he missed by far, due to Kennedy's dodge.
"Man, you things really are dumb," Kennedy taunted the vampire, but it wasn't much fun. This was going to be very, very, easy. And indeed it was. In under two minutes Kennedy had the monster by the throat, jamming the wooden stake into it's non- beating heart.
"You're good," Kennedy heard the comment and she knew it wasn't from the vampire. She looked around, for someone, something, but only saw the empty darkness which filled the cool night air of the cemetery.
As the potential Slayer walked back into the Summer's home, she sniffed the air. It was a new action to her, and she didn't really know why she did. Had someone else been there besides the usual Scooby Gang and Potentials? Andrew of course, but this was someone else. She shrugged and carried on her way to her sleeping quarters. Not many people were home. Just the Potentials, Andrew, Dawn, Giles, and Anya. Once again, Kennedy shrugged and slept through the night with ease.
Willow was anxious the next day. The dream had tempted her to find out when the next full moons were. Her impatience grew as she learned that today was the first night of the full moon process.