Buffy woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed and rested. She glanced over at her clock and she noticed that she had enough time for a shower and breakfast. She threw her covers back, sat up, and stretched out her back. As she walked to the bathroom, she had one arm up in the air, stretching, and the other hand scratching her stomach.

After Buffy got out of the shower, she put on a pair of black pants and a light blue three-quarter inch sleeve shirt. She put her long blonde hair up into a ponytail, and went down to the kitchen. She saw her mother there with a cup of coffee in her hands and looking down at the newspaper. She looked up from the paper and smiled.

"Morning, Buffy," she said still smiling, "did you sleep well?"

Buffy walked over the refridgerator getting the orange juice. "Yes, very well," she replied happily. She grabbed a glass from the cupboard, poured some into the glass, and took a big gulp. She turned around to put the pitcher of orange juice back into the fridge.

Buffy grabbed a section of the newspaper and started looking it over. She glanced over the first page and turned it to the next. "What?" she mumbled softly and flipped it to the first page. The headline read: GROUP OF TEENAGERS FOUND MURDERED AT WEATHERLY PARK. Buffy started to read the article. 'A group of teenagers, two girls and three boys, were found murdered early this morning. Their bodies had no unusual marks except for the two puncture wounds to the neck. It was found that the blood of the victims had been drained.' Buffy stopped reading there. There was only one explanation that came to her mind: vampires.

"I'm going to school, mom," she said urgently. "Alright, Buffy. Have a nice day." Buffy didn't hear her mom. She grabbed her bag and rushed out the door.

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As soon as Buffy got to school, she immediatly went to the library. She burst through the doors.

"Giles!" she yelled, "Giles, are you here?" She looked around, but saw no Giles. She did see a stack of books on the table that her and her friends were sitting at the previous night.

"Can I help you with something?" she heard a familiar voice and turned around. She was relieved to see Giles.

"Giles," she started out," there was a murder last night. Vampires attacked a group of teenagers." He gave her a strange look. "I don't know what you're talking about but if you want a book you better get it now. Class starts soon."

"Giles," she cried out, "it's me, Buffy. Remember, you're my watcher, I'm the slayer. You train me and, well, watch me do my duties." He still looked confused. "You are to call me Mr. Giles, and I still don't know what you're talking about. Now I suggest you go. Class starts in a few minutes."

Buffy didn't know what was going on. She knew Giles, and this wasn't Giles. She walked out of the library very confused. Maybe he has amnesia or something, she thought.

Buffy was going to her first class when she saw someone giving a class mate a hard time. "Hey," she said, trying to break it up. She grabbed the big guys arm, trying to pull him away, but he wouldn't move. She grabbed him with both arms and tried again. He still wouldn't move. "I think you better leave," he told her.

She didn't know what to say. Usually, she was able to make them move. She had the strength. Her slayer strength. Maybe I'm getting sick, she thought, but what would explain the Giles thing? Buffy walked to her first class, Willow will be there. She started to brighten up a bit. Maybe she can help me with this. Willow always had the answer. She was the smart one, always ready to help. That's what Buffy loved about Willow, she's kind and smart and thinks about her friends, ways to help.

Buffy got to her class and noticed Willow there. She walked to where she was sitting and sat down.

Buffy pulled her bag over her head and said, "Willow, you remember me, right?" Willow looked at her strangly. "Of course I remember you, Buffy. You're my best friend."

Buffy instantly felt relieved. "Good," she said with a sigh, "because something strange is going on." Willow looked at her with interest. Before Buffy could continue, the bell rang and the teacher walked in, starting class. "I'll tell you later," Buffy whispered to her. Willow nodded in agreement.

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After class, Buffy and Willow started down the hall to their next class. That's when Xander caught up with them.

"Good morning, ladies!" Xander said with a smile, "How are my two bestest girls doing?"Xander then put his arm around Buffy's shoulder but she just shrugged it off. Willow first spoke up, "I'm good, but Buffy has a problem." He looked over at Buffy, who had a small smile but then faded away, and said, "Well, tell me the problem and maybe I can help" Xander was always the one who wanted Buffy's attention and wanted to help in any way he could.

"Gee, I wish," Buffy mumbled under her breath, "Well, today I woke up just fine, feeling like my old Buffy self, and I noticed an article in the paper. An article about-" "Vampires," Willow cut in." Buffy continued. "Yes, vampires, well a vampire killing. Five teenagers murdered. Anyways, I came to school, wanting to inform Giles about the news and he didn't have a clue what I was talking about."

They both had a strange, confused look on their faces. "Since when do you call the librarian Giles? To everyone he's Mr. Giles," Xander told her. Willow spoke up, "Yeah, he's very nice. I've talked to him a couple of times when I have gone to the library for some things." Buffy had no idea what was happening.

"I've always called him Giles. But when I went in there, he didn't know me. He had no idea who I was." She was pouring her heart into her explanation. "He's my watcher. I'm the slayer. A watcher should know his slayer. Her name-"

"Buffy," Willow broke in, "I don't know what you're talking about but you're not the slayer." Buffy took a step back from both of her friends, she looking at both of them. She was very confused and worried, and both of her eyes showed it.

Buffy stood there and thought about what was happening, taking all of this in. She blinked a couple of times and said, "Well, if I'm not the slayer," she started, "then who is?"