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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for the reviews. I really appreciate it. This is really short, but here it goes…

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1.4 CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Michael, Maria, Rath, Alex, Faith and Isabel sat in front of Amy and Jim Valenti that night. It was the about two hours since the attack and Amy had just come out of her shock induced silence. On a lighter day, Michael would say it was a miracle, but now, they were in some deep…well, they had a terrified mother to deal with. Michael was pretty sure they weren't going anywhere during the night, anytime soon.

"So, what was that thing?" Amy asked finally. She had been pacing for close to half an hour and she now stopped in the middle of the living room in front of the nervous looking teens.

"Uh…we're not exactly sure," Alex answered.

"You're not sure?" she screeched, "So why did my daughter, her boyfriend, his brother, his girlfriend, her brother and his girlfriend feel confident enough to stand in the middle of a park in the middle of the night fighting them. You could have been killed! My baby would have died before she turned twenty."

"I wouldn't have died," Maria murmured.

"How do you know? You don't even know what those…things are!" she continued to rant, "They looked like…like they could eat you or something!"

"Mom…"

"Do your parents know about this?"

"Mom…"

"Maybe we should call the FBI about this…"

"MOM!" Maria yelled. Amy shut up and looked at her.

"Yes?"

"Thank you!" Maria said, "Okay, that thing was a demon of some kind, okay? I don't know what kind, but we'll just name it 'Slime Demon' to make you feel better. I know I can fight it because…"

"Because what?"

Maria sighed. "Because I'm the slayer, or at least one of the slayers."

Amy looked at her for a minute. "Are you on drugs?"

"I'm not on drugs, mom, it's true," Maria said. She got up and led her mother to a chair. "There's some poem thing about it, but basically, there's always one girl in the world that's chosen to fight vampires and demons etc."

"Into each generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world born with the strength and skill to fight the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers," Faith said, calmly.

"What the hell are you talking about? Vampires aren't real. I may own an alien souvenir shop but I'm not stupid. Vampires are as real as aliens."

Michael, Rath and Isabel smirked at each other. This did not go unnoticed by Amy.

"Oh God, you're not going to tell me aliens are real, are you?"

"Okay, we won't tell you," Rath said. Isabel elbowed him.

"Of course not Mrs. Valenti," Isabel said in her best mother-pleasing voice, "But vampires and demons are real."

"Okay," Amy said with a sigh, "say I do believe you, who chooses the slayer."

They shrugged. "The Powers that be?" Faith said, "I don't know, this is really Giles' job…or Wesley…Buffy works, too, I guess."

"Who-who are these people."

"Giles and Wesley are watchers, don't ask it's a long story," Michael answered, "Buffy is a slayer, as well as Faith and recently Maria."

"I thought you said it was one girl," Jim said. It was the first time he spoke.

"Well, it was," Faith said with a sigh, "Okay, this is going to freak you out, so you better sit down, preferably together." They sat together on the couch. "Okay, when a slayer dies, another is called. Buffy died, like three or four years ago but her friend, Xander revived her. But in that time, another slayer was called; her name was Kendra. Then she died and I was called. Then, just before summer, Buffy died again, so then Maria was called, but her friends resurrected her so now there's three Slayers."

"I think I need to lie down," Amy said after five minutes of staring at them in shock. Jim jumped up to help her to bed but she waved him off. "NO, honey, it's okay, just…threaten the boys into keeping my baby safe, okay. Do me proud." With that she retired up to her room. Jim waited until he heard her close the bedroom door before turning back to them.

"Okay, now the truth," he said, eyeing them.

"What are you talking about?" Maria asked.

"I know there's more to this slayer story than you're letting on," he said, sternly, "now tell me."

"Okay," Maria gave in. he would have to find out sooner or later. "The apocalypse is coming, again."

"The apocalypse…wait, what do you mean, 'again'?"

"There have been many prophecies…" Maria started.

"On the impending doom of the world…" Michael continued.

"So far, Buffy has been able to…"

"Stop all attempts," Michael finished.

"Though she almost caused one once," Faith interrupted. Jim looked at her, puzzled. "Oh, it's a long story involving lost souls and sex. You don't wanna know."

"So…what does this have to do with now?" asked Jim, leaning forward.

"Another prophecy," Alex answered, "He comes from light to bring darkness…or something like that. You really should consult Giles for these things."

"Long story short, The Chosen are supposed to fight him, that's Michael and Maria, we think. They have four protectors, that's me, Faith, Alex and Izzy. The guy from the prophecy, we think he's Khivar, he also has protectors. So far we know two, Tess and Lonnie. Now, you're up to speed," Rath summed up, "You might want to pick your jaw up from the ground now, Jim."

"K-Khivar…as in the Khivar that killed you in the other life?"

"Yeah," Michael and Maria answered simultaneously. Jim nodded.

"I think I'll go lie down now," he said, getting up.

"You do that, dad," Kyle said, patting him on the back. When he left, they all turned to each other.

"Well, that went well."