A/N Kitty was the name of Anne Frank's Diary so bear with the references. This chapter will explain more of Anne's past and set up a new twist in the story arc.

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Dear Kitty,

My parents' names were Tomorrow Summers and Connor Angel. My mom was the most beautiful person I've ever met. It wasn't just her glamorous Hollywood elegance either, though she had more of that than most other actresses had in their little pinkies. She was a kind, caring person who would go out of her way to help people. She was a savior who just happened to be a singer turned actress. She became famous for her Slayer Movies, although she did other works, they never seemed as important to her, or to the audience. There was something so believable about her portrayal of Buffy. Maybe that's because she was the real Buffy's daughter and was reenacting the most important moments in my family's history. My Grandma Buffy died of a brain tumor when mommy was still a Music major at UC Sunnydale. She moved home with Grandpa Spike after that. Left her sorority and they clung to each other over the grief. Dad said he felt left out but understood that mom didn't mean to exclude him, she and grandpa just had to mourn in their own way. That's why mom did the Slayer Movies, not for money or fame, although she got those. No, mom did the movies to remember grandma.

Mom always said it was the biggest thrill to find out she was pregnant with me. She said I helped her capture the pure joy my grandma must have felt with her. That I was the most wonderful award she'd ever been given. Can you imagine being told you're more precious than an Oscar? Well I was, and it was proven over and over again. That's why I couldn't tell her I'd become like her. See my mom loved me and she loved her night job, but she didn't want me involved. She wanted me safe in bed with a stuffed animal and a crucifix to protect me.

Dad was different. Dad knew I would become a part of the legacy. I could have told him. I almost did a couple of times, but I knew he'd tell mom and I'd never be given a chance. Sometimes I think dad suspected, but he never let on. He and mom were so affectionate with each other. I mean they would just look into each other's eyes and know what the other one was thinking. I hardly ever saw them apart. They'd probably be happy that they died together, because they're still together somewhere. They truly loved each other.

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"And me," Anne thought as she put down her pen and placed her diary on the coffee table. "Well even Nobel Prize winning writers need snack breaks." Anne got up, walked into the kitchen, and screamed. There in front of her was her mother.