A/N: And now, an actual plot will be introduced. Thanx for the reviews!!

April 22, 2012

Yay! Aunt Dawnie had just started to yell at me yesterday when the phone rang. Daddy got the phone and we could hear him yell funny British words like "bloody hell" at the person on the other end. Aunt Dawnie got worried and forgot to yell at me. She went downstairs and talked quietly with Daddy until Mommy got home. No one remembered that I was in trouble by dinnertime.

After I got home from school today, Mommy asked me if I remembered hearing about Aunt Faith. I thought she died in a car accident a long time ago, before I was born, and I said so, but Mommy got really quiet and said she was back. I got really confused and asked if she meant that Aunt Faith never died, but Mommy just said she was alive. And she had that distant look in her eyes like when she looks at pictures of Grandma Joyce.

Daddy sent me upstairs to get ready for bed. Right now I'm waiting for him to come tell me a story. Daddy tells the best stories.

I'm at the door, listening to Mommy, Daddy, and Aunt Dawnie talking with Aunt Willow and Uncle Xander, who are also here. Mommy once said that listening to other people talk when they didn't know you were around was a great way to learn information.

"So the rumors that the First is back are true," Aunt Willow said hesitantly.

"Apparently so," Mommy replied. "Yesterday we got a call. From Faith."

"Faith? Isn't she dead?" Uncle Xander asked, sounding bewildered.

See? I knew Mommy wasn't telling the whole truth!

"Not anymore. Someone or something brought her back. She's with Angel and the LA gang right now," Mommy said, sounding grim. "They're coming tomorrow."

Uncle Angel? He was my Godfather, right?

"So the 'Slayer balance' is upset, or something," Aunt Dawnie added. "That's why there's been reports of Potentials being killed all around the world." She paused. "Again."

What was Aunt Dawnie talking about?

Uncle Xander chuckled. "So what now? One of you guys are gonna jump into the Hellmouth again?"

What's a "Hellmouth?"

I don't like their conversation. It just gets more and more confusing.

"Okay, guys. I called Giles; he'll be here soon. And Potentials should start showing up starting the next few days."

"Bloody hell," Daddy groaned. "Sharing the house with teenage hormonal bombs again. Giggling girls hogging the bathroom."

"Not like you need to use it," Mommy shot back.

"Um, guys? What are you going to tell Angie?" Aunt Dawnie asked.

A beat of silence.

"Visiting aunts. In a way, I guess they are. I mean, they're sort of related to me."

"In a never-met-them, never-heard-of-them, unrelated way?" Uncle Xander joked.

I frowned. His jokes weren't funny and they rarely made any sense.

"Spike, go check up on Angie. It's past her bedtime and you know she can't fall asleep without hearing one of your stories."

Uh-oh. I have to get back to bed before Daddy catches me.