The Potential Slayer was again in the same cemetery where she had killed the senseless vampire the night before.
"Sheesh, I thought Buffy would be proud of me or something," Kennedy whispered. Although she didn't know why she was whispering. Perhaps she was afraid The First was near.
But it wasn't The First that was prowling the night near the Potential. Kennedy shivered, although it wasn't cold in the dark graveyard. She was growing impatient. If it was a vampire that was hiding in the shadows, wouldn't it of shown itself by now? Kennedy found herself sniffing the air the same way she did when she entered the Summer's home the night before.
"That smell," she said to herself, and then continued to search around the cemetery. And there "it" went. Kennedy immediately formed into her usual fighting stance as a large furry ape like creature jumped towards her. She grabbed the being by the arms and threw it above her, in a roll-like fashion. The "thing" was on the ground and in an instant was up on it's, well paws. This was not a demon. Kennedy was no brain like Willow, but she knew this was not a demon. It came towards her again and she thrusted a large punch to it's head, and it scurried away, whimpering. Kennedy found herself retreating home.
"Giles!" the young Potential slammed the door of the Summer's home, awaking Andrew who was asleep on the couch. The English ex - librarian was sitting at the dining room table, sorting out some research papers that Kennedy figured Willow had brought up from her computer.
"Kennedy, I must say, Buffy will not respect your actions of going against her orders," Giles said, all clean and smart like.
"I know, I know, but I fought the most amazing creature!" Kennedy jumped as Andrew came into the dining room.
"A new demon? I'd figure most of them would of left by now," Giles replied back, frowning at Andrew who as eating the last of the home's pantry.
"Funny thing is, I don't think it's a demon. Looked a little like King-Kong, but I doubt he would waste his time here now," Kennedy smirked back, also noticing Andrew. Before the watcher could answer back to her, Willow came in who had also awoken from a deep sleep in her bedroom.
"A werewolf," the witch said, sitting down at the dining room table with Giles.
"Whoa, you mean, a real werewolf? Those things exist?" Kennedy asked, curiously.
"Indeed they do," Giles replied back staring at Willow.
Willow raised her head. "He's here."