Introduction
It was late, well, early for me actually. As I picked up my black duster from the chair, I wondered once again, if I could have done it all differently. Dreams played out in my mind. It was always the same. I'd save her, I would always save her . . . but that wasn't how it happened. I shook my head, opened the crypt's door, and headed out. I would fulfill my promise. I would protect her, the key, Buffy's sister. A sigh escaped me, more habit than need, and the I found myself counting the days since the Slayer's death.
But now, it was time for me to head over to the Summer's household and watch Dawn for the evening. A promise is a promise