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Author's Notes: When I work or read something, I always like if music is playing in the back ground. So, for all you readers, I have a suggestion. When you read this, put on lively songs and sometimes sad ones for depressing parts.
My Song List:
Destiny's Child- "Survivor"
Sting- "Desert Rose"
Mandy Moore- "In My Pocket"
ATC- "Around the World"
put these on when reading this and you'll get a wonderful experience....
Dedication: To my girls - Jenny, Yelena, Karol and Little Jackie, who loves Spike all too much! And to Angel, the cutest kitten around. Guess who I named him after?
~WitH a HuG & Ki$s I'm OuT LiKe ThIs~
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Part 2.

The next morning, Cordelia took Fred shopping. They visited trendy stores with affordable designer clothes and of course, Cordy loaded up on the latest fashions. Fred bought herself the basic necessities and a little bit of make-up, at Cordelia's request. And it was all paid with Angel's credit card, Fred warning him beforehand about the trip and also mentioning that she would pay back every penny of it. He said he didn't mind one bit about her spending his cash, thought it still hadn't changed her mind.

Afterwards, the women grabbed a bit to eat in a small Chinese restaurant and then Cordy took her companion on some highlights through the city. Fred loved all of it, especially Beverly Hills, asking Cordelia about everything. The Seer was certainly happy and put all of her information about the stars' and their 'cribs' to use. Late into the evening, Fred and Cordy stopped for something else to eat, since it had been quite some time after their last meal.

They entered Taco-Bell and went to order their food. Standing in line, they made chitchat and suddenly Cordelia got a bright idea. She quickly explained it to Fred, who stared at her in amazement.

"Fred, I don't mean to hurt you in any way but I've been wondering about your name. The name Fred in America is definitely for boys and a pretty girl like you should have a better name. Why'd your parents give you this name?" Cordelia spoke, fidgeting with her wallet. She really didn't want this to spoil her and Fred's friendship but truly, the girl's name was so boyish.

Fred smiled and waved her hand in dismissal. "No need to worry, I've always had the residents of Plyea comment on my name. The reason it was given to me, is well, my parents had ancestors with this name back in their old country. My full name is Fredericka." Fred said, giving Cordelia a knowing grin. Cordy smiled back genuinely.

Cordelia contemplated her answer for awhile, her brow crunched up as she thought. To her personally, Fred's full name was as boring as history class and if it was Cordelia who had it, she would've changed as quick as can be. But she wasn't the one with the name and it was her friend's entire choice in this thing.

"I wanted to see if you would've liked to change your name into something else. But this is your choice and I'm not going to interfere, unless of course, if you decide to change it. I'm just saying, your name is kind of old fashioned and that there are plenty of suitable names out there for you. Okay?" Cordelia spoke a hopeful look on her face.

But Fred wasn't looking at her because she was lost deeply in her thoughts, thinking about Cordelia's offer. "I haven't liked my name either, for a long time. So, if we could change it into something more sophisticated, I'll go along with it."

"Fred, that's so great! It's really simple, too. You see; since you weren't born in this dimension, you don't have any papers stating you moved to this country or anything. So, we're going to file you up as an immigrant, with a completely new name!" Cordelia exclaimed, winking at Fred on the last line of her speech.

"Could it really be done? But since it'll be stating that I am an immigrant here, which country will I really be from? You know, the place where I immigrated from." Fred explained to Cordelia logically. This girl sure had a brain for a 'cow' from another world.

Cordelia wasn't fazed by her question though, since it was all already figured out. "Fred, the country from where you immigrated will be your choice unless you know where your parents were born in." Cordy explained slowly and Fred smiled brightly.

"Yes, I know where they are from. Cordelia, it's a place called Ireland and it makes me Irish. That is correct, isn't it?" Fred said, looking at her friend questioningly. Cordelia stared at the girl for a moment, letting her statement sink in.

"Wow! You have something really good in common with Angel! You know, he's from Ireland also. You can sit with him for long hours, listening to him rattling him about his maiden home. Its a major pain in the butt." Cordelia concluded and then turned to order at the counter when she was asked to do so.

When Fred and Cordelia started their walk back to Cordy's apartment, they ran into Megan in an alleyway. The adventurers were exhausted from their hectic day and had decided to take a shortcut through some back streets to make the walk short. None of them knew the young Slayer and the same went for her, too.

"Hey! You know you aren't supposed to be walking down these creepy streets. Don't you know its really dangerous?" Megan's sharp tone ripped through the air and she hurriedly made her way over to them. Cordelia rolled her eyes and exhaled sarcastically.

"If no people are allowed back here because the place is dangerous, then why are you here?" Cordelia and was rewarded with a glare from the teenager. But, as she moved closer to the girl with another insult, Cordy noticed the stake dangling from the girl's fingertips. Meg had tried to quickly hide it but in concern for these women's' health, she had forgotten.

"I'm not a murderer or anything like that. It's just, well, I have a complicated job and um, life." Megan lied and then cringed when she realized that she sounded pathetic. To her surprise, the brunette in front of her smiled knowingly.

"Look, you don't have to make any excuses. I know that you are the new Slayer and that of course, your life isn't pleasant. I mean, the supernatural things in life don't bother me much. It's probably because I work with a vampire." Cordelia and Fred nodded. Meg gasped her face pale.

"Really? Oh my god! No body is able to know this information. And you work for a vampire? Does he go by the name Angel?" Meg asked, questions pouring out of her like liquid. Cordelia answered her back, rapidly supplying the information for each question. By the time they entered Cordy's spacious apartment, Cordelia was surprised at the amount of things she had learned in one night.
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Megan opened her eyes to see sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window. She yawned and stretched her body like a cat, relieving the cramped muscles in her legs and upper arms. Suddenly, Meg heard the rumble of her stomach and felt dizziness circle her head. She hadn't eaten close to two days but that wasn't very unusual. Sometimes, her hunger went on for weeks and there was nothing to nourish it. She quickly showered and dressed in fresh clothes, preparing herself for another tedious day at school.

Megan walked out of her tiny bedroom and into the little cove that served as a kitchen. Her older sister, Beth, was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of water. Beth smiled when Meg came into the room and brushed back a lock of hair. Beth's hair was an extreme brown and she had gray hazy eyes. The difference between the two was that Beth's father wasn't the same one as Megan's and so their looks weren't similar. But that never kept the sisters apart and they loved each other deeply.

"Do we have anything to eat, Beth? I'm so starved." Megan said as she sat in a chair. Her sister gasped and then sighed miserably. Meg already knew the answer by her reaction and it meant that there wasn't any food.

"Honey, I'm so sorry. I'll try to get the check from work today and buy lots of food. Are you seriously hungry?" Beth said, concern evident in her voice and on her face. She never liked it when there wasn't any food at home but supporting herself and Meg was a hard task. Beth never knew that if Megan didn't have her Slayer strength, she would have died.

Beth was able to stay somewhat fed by her job at a restaurant but Megan still worried about her health. She worked also and helped put dinner on the table and buy all her own clothes. Abruptly, Megan's head started spinning faster and she clutched the table's edge. She moaned in pain and reached for Beth's water glass. The cool liquid burned down her throat and stopped the sickness. For now, she was fine but there was no telling about what could happen later.

Megan had tried to become used to her 'sick vents' as she called them but they always came on unexpectedly. And at those times, she was vulnerable, the perfect time for a dizzy spell. She gulped down the rest of the water and got up from the table. She glanced up at her sister and saw a sad smile on her lips.

"No need to worry, Beth. I'll find a way to get my money today and make something for dinner. Just please, don't go to work feeling bad of yourself. You've really done a good job of supporting us under the conditions. I love you. Bye!" Megan told her before she exited the small apartment and hurried downstairs. She glanced up at her sister and saw a sad smile on her lips.

An hour later, Megan was in her high school, rummaging through her locker. She didn't have any friends and the good thing about that was because she didn't want any. As she pulled out her thick science textbook, she noticed one of the most popular girls in the school staring at her. Her name was Regina something and she looked like a Goddess. And Meg was confused; these kinds of girls never, ever bothered with lowlifes like herself.

Regina stepped up to Megan and stared down at her with a smirk. Megan guessed that the little pout on Regina's lips usually did all the work when it came to attracting guys. Regina leaned against the locker beside Megan's; ready to talk business.

"Megan?" Regina asked, her voice smooth as silk. The question hung in the air until finally Megan responded with a nod. "Good, I was hoping to ask you to do me a little favor," Regina carried on, running a hand through her blond hair. Meg could've sworn that the entire male population that was nearby were drooling.

Megan bristled, biting her lips in frustration. What did this girl think she was? Some kind of queen that got whatever came out of her mouth? Meg got even more angrier when she realized that that was exactly what Regina did and got it every time.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Megan asked simply, giving the 'princess' a blank look. The more neutral she was, the chances that Lee would bug off would be better. Regina rolled her eyes but didn't budge from her position beside the young Slayer.

Regina suddenly became serious because what she was about to tell Megan was very important. It was part of both their destinies, something that brought opposites together. She glanced at Megan cautiously before she began. "Megan, I know about your duty." Regina's words rushed out of her mouth and Megan gasped, clutching her book to her chest.

Regina continued, her pretty eyes directed on the Slayer's face. "I know that you are the Slayer and that battling with evil is your destiny. I didn't believe that these kinds of things existed until I recieved my magical powers. I contacted the Oracles and they told me of you. You had just moved here, I believe. Our fate is entwined and we're meant to be partners. Megan, I know how this sounds to you but it's true."

Megan stood numbly, hearing the bell ring a warning tone. Class had already begun and she was late but it really didn't matter now. "What are you're magical powers? What can you do?" she asked, her face relaxing back into its normal expression.
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Some things that I write about Megan aren't like that in my life. It's all there to describe the new Slayer and her life. Well, do you think I should continue? And by the way, if my friends are reading this, I want to say that all of you are my inspirations! Thanks a lot. Regina, the one with the magical powers is actually in real life my best friend Karolina.
Part 3 will be out soon... keep waiting!