There I was minding my own business in an alley, actually this particular night I happened to be hunting. Even if it was just an unlucky rat in a New York alley that I was hunting, I was interrupted from my prey by an annoying loudly dressed demon. He asked me if I wanted to make something of myself. I just looked at him and tried to continue on my way, but him being as annoying as he was he wouldn't let me. He asked me if I wanted to make amends for the things I had done. That really got my attention, of course I did. That was my answer to him, I wanted with everything in my being to make things right. I knew that nothing I could do would bring them back but if I would like to at least try to make up for a minute amount of pain that I caused so many people. So he helped me out of that alley and into a car. We spent a week driving across the country. He told me my destiny awaited me in Los Angeles.
We arrived in LA in the middle of the afternoon. I sat in the car and waited while Whistler made a phone call. I am sure it was to find us some place to stay because we had reached our destination. After Whistler returned to the car we drove to a local high school. That was when looking out of the darkened windows of the car I saw her. She was a blonde goddess if I have ever seen one. She looked so happy and carefree until a man approached her. It was then that I realized she was to be a Slayer. This was when her watcher was calling her to begin to perform her sacred duty. This saddened me, because I knew as soon as I saw her that I loved her and wanted to protect her.
Whistler then took me to an apartment that was rather large, it had plenty of training equipment, weighs, weapons, and various other supplies that we would need to get me ready to protect the slayer. It was also furnished with books, lots of books. There were clothes in the bedroom that was to be mine. The person that picked these clothes out seemed to know me so well, and had exquisite taste. I promptly took a shower and put on some of my new clothes. There was somewhere I had to be that night. I watched as the new slayer named Buffy dusted her first vampire. The fact that her life was no longer her own saddened me to no end. I then watched her go home and cry in her bathroom as her parents fought, she was so young and vulnerable, I just knew I had to keep her safe
After that night Whistler and I trained for hours each day until I would fall into such a deep sleep that I wouldn't even have the nightmares that had been plaguing me for the last hundred years. I would train during the day and watch her at night. This became habit very quickly, it took me a while before my hunting and observing skills were back to where they had been a century before.
One night while I was watching her I felt that I was being followed and watched. I could never place the source of these feelings, but they were there. After I got back from my nightly ritual I told Whistler about the old feelings I had. I swear I heard him mutter something about that girl never learning. I still have no idea what he was talking about. That same night I was told that we would have to leave. That was the most heartbreaking thing I had ever heard, and I refused to go. He told me that everything would work out and that she would be where we were going, but I was afraid that she wouldn't make it to where we were going, and that I was never going to see her again, I was in love with her. But we packed up and moved to Sunnydale anyway.
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