It was a balmy May evening when Buffy went on patrol. She was incredibly happy and ready to kick some vampire ass. She'd found the perfect wedding dress and had sent up a prayer that their wedding day would be rain free.

She entered the gates of the cemetery and felt like she was being watched. Again. This was getting really old and she stopped, closing her eyes and listened carefully, blessing Giles for training her blindfolded so many times.

Yes, there they were. She could count at least five presences' that were not vamps when suddenly she sensed a vamp as well. Then her night began in earnest as vamp after vamp decided to sacrifice itself on Mr. Pointy. Ok, not really, but it was a good night and none of the vamps were a challenge. Most of them were fledglings though there were one or two older ones that tried to make a name for themselves by killing the Slayer. As if.

Shaddal watched the slayer as she dusted the vamps. Shaddal was a first demon, one of the fallen angels that had joined Satan when God had kicked him out of heaven. He had lived in Cleveland before it was Cleveland, the hellmouth being his home. Now it was his turn for justice. He was going to kill the Slayer and use her blood to permanently open the hellmouth. That would get God's goat. So to speak. What Shaddal didn't understand was that there was already a prophecy, and something else was going to happen and change everything.

Buffy continued to patrol, knowing that there was at least one other vamp around.

The vamp in question was watching Buffy, hoping that he could kill her and get an 'atta boy' from his sire. As he started forward Shaddal came up behind him, killed the demon inside him and took over the vamps body. 'Ah, a physical form again.' He continued his forward motion and Buffy spun to confront him.

"Hello Slayer." He purred, slowly circling her.

Buffy was spooked, this was no ordinary vamp. She could feel it in her bones.

"Hey." She responded, her hazel eyes wary.

The vamp circled some more then charged. Buffy danced quickly out of the way, somehow knowing that Mr. Pointy wouldn't be effective on this baddie.

It turned and headed back to her, it's speed was blinding and punched her as it went by, making her fly into a tombstone, cracking it neatly in two. Buffy shook her head and jumped back up, in time to kick it as it rushed her, breaking it's leg with a resounding crack. It limped for a minute before the leg healed and it turned and smiled, a truly evil smile. "We'll meet again Slayer. I have a use for you." And it disappeared into the trees. It was headed in the direction of the abandoned mental hospital over the hellmouth. Oh yay.

"Crap, crap, crap." Buffy sighed, her shoulders slumped. Hearing a slight noise, she froze. Something was approaching her. She pretended to be more injured than she was to lure it in, and in a flurry of kicks and punches she connected with it, making it curse in an unknown language. She could feel it fall back and suddenly was rewarded by a quick flash, then it disappeared. It was a Jaffa.

Crap. She turned and raced for the entrance of the cemetery, knowing that she could easily out distance them. Now she knew what the five presences were. There were Jaffa in Cleveland, and they were looking for her. And the day had started out so well.

Buffy ran, aware of the NID in a car behind her as well and decided she was going to throw a hissy fit and get rid of some of her adrenaline. She stopped and stepped in the path of the oncoming car, watching as it screeched to a halt. Walking to the window she broke it with a short armed jab, and grabbed the man by his collar and pulled him halfway out.

"Call your boss. I am sick and tired of you jackasses following me and it's gonna stop. Understood?" she shook the terrified man and he nodded. She looked at the other man who was pointing a weapon at her. "Put that thing away or I'm going to make you eat it." She growled and both of the men realized the extreme danger that they were in. He slowly put it down and held up both hands. "Tell your Boss." And she let the man go and headed home. It had felt good.

No one was awake and Buffy headed straight for the phone and dialed. She knew that she was going to have to get Giles up too.

"O'Neill." He mumbled.

"Hi Jack, it's Buffy. Can you call me on my cell?" She asked. Jay had gotten her a secure cellphone in the knowledge that what they talked about would usually be classified.

Jack peered blearily at his clock. It was 0245. "Buffy, I love you a lot but this had better be good."

"Call me Jack." And she hung up. She went to her purse and pulled out her cell, answering it on the first ring.

"Hi Jack."

"Ok Buffy, what's up?"

"Why are there Jaffa in Cleveland?"