Immediately when Buffy entered the library she crossed towards the librarian's desk. Noticing the name plaque sitting near the front she spoke up, "Excuse me, Mr Giles. Can you help me found out some information about the Huntington house and maybe even the history of Sunnydale?"
Glancing up nervously the tall man in tweed stuttered as he answered the blonde girl. "Oh, of-of course. I'd be gl-glad to help." Leading over to certain section of the library he unhesitatingly pulled out ten different books. "These," he said indicating towards three of the books, "are specifically about the Huntington family. And these," he gestured to the several remaining books, "are about the earl history of Sunnydale."
Buffy thanked him and the man walked back over to his desk where he resumed reading a large, old book. Flipping open the first book about the Huntington family Buffy began skimming over the useless information. The Huntingtons were the richest in Sunnydale...Josiah's great-grandfather had help found the town. Halfway through the book and falling asleep already she stumbled onto a picture of the old house in all of its splendor. There was a curved driveway leading up to the porch and out in front sat a carriage. Angel used to park the carriage everyday there for my afternoon rides. The reminiscent caught her off guard and Buffy quickly turned the page. Another picture, a badly taken one at that, took up most of the next page. The caption only read 'Josiah Huntington, far left.' Besides that she couldn't make out any details from the picture. the rest of her books provided her with no more information than the first so she decided to wait outside for Xander to come pick her up.
Thankfully, only five minutes later Xander honked from the curb and Buffy got into the car. "So where did you go?" She took note that the backseat was now covered in papers and Xander had another bunch in his hands that he was staring at intently.
"I stopped by the newspaper office, figured I might as well help you out. Take a look at these," he handed her the stack as he began driving.
Buffy quickly scanned the headlines which were mainly composed of: Local Woman Missing; Tragedy Strikes Huntington Family; Father Mourns Kidnapped Daughter. "Kidnapped daughter?" Buffy questioned quietly, glancing up at Xander for an answer.
"Yeah, this guy Josiah Huntington had a missing daughter. Her name was Buffy. She was seventeen years old." While Buffy took in this new piece of information Xander had pulled over and was quickly searching through the pages. "Here, look at this one."
It was an article on the daughter's kidnapping. Evidently Josiah Huntington was supposed to be on a trip but returning home early he went to check on his daughter. Only to find that her room had been ransacked, clothes had been torn, and blood scattered about.
Buffy glanced up angrily, "So you're saying ths guy faked a kidnapping to cover up the fact that he killed his daughter. Wouldn't someone have investigated?"
"Not really. I mean, the fire was pretty bad so no bodies. And this guy was rich who would really want to double-cross him." When they reached there house, both couldn't help but glance over to the old house on the left. Taking the papers from her Xander pulled out a different page and set it on the kitchen table. Sitting down Buffy grabbed the paper and quickly read over it.
"You see? Josiah blamed it all on this farmhand he had hired last week. The guy was dirty and hungry so he took him in as his 'god-given' duty to help the needy."
"Angel," Buffy quietly replied, not even bothering to read the article anymore. "So he blamed it all on Angel and because he was rich he got away with killing his own daughter." Suddenly her eyes opened wider. "God, do you think they even went back to find the bodies? Were they even buried?"
"I don't think so. Probably not," Xander mumbled as the realization hit him also. Two murdered bodies not even given the proper burial.
"So do you think that's why I went through that last night? So people will finally nknow about this?"
"I don't know that either," biting his lip he continued, "did you read the date. Buff?"
"Yeah, this was like a hundred years ago."
"No did you really read the date?" Xander noticed her confusion and continued, "The anniversary of the fire is two days from now. Taking advantage of her shocked expression, he reached over and shuffled the pages again. This time he placed a photograph on top. "A year after her death Josiah is found hanging from a ceiling beam. Most thought he was so grief stricken that he committed suicide."
"Grief-stricken my-" Buffy managed to mumble before being cut off by Xander. "Wait." Two more photographs. He placed them side by side. Two close-ups of two different people. The one on the left was Josiah Huntington looking very much the murderous man. Then she looked towards the photo on the right. The seventeen year old Buffy Huntington. It was amazing. This was the face she stared back at every morning as she did her makeup or fixed her hair.
"It's incredible," Buffy heard a far off voice say, "She looks just like you."