Jenny woke up at three in the morning to excruciating pain in almost all of her muscles and her head felt like it was being pounded on. "I'm just sick" She told herself quietly over and over again. It being summer there were a few hours before morning. She got up feeling weak but strangely strong at the same time. As she got dressed in black rather tight jeans and a white ribbed tank top and tennis shoes. She needed a walk so she let down her hair and walked towards her window. She found a note on her window sill. 'meet me at the abandoned club 'The Bronze' sometime before dawn.' It wasn't signed but she suspected it to be from angel. She sighed and went out of her window and onto the soft dewy grass. She found herself running towards the Bronze. She knew of this club, she had gone there a few years ago before it closed. No one really knew why it closed. Jenny was surprisingly not scared when she stood in front of the large steel door in the alley. The worn down letter faintly said "The Bronze" in bronze letters. It took her a second to open the heavily rusted door. She walked into the dusty and very dirty club. It look like the place was just closing and had been evacuated in just seconds. Some chairs were on the table others were not. There were still instruments on the stage and the bar was still filled with drinks. "Hello?" Came from her lips in a crackly just-got-up voice. Angel quietly appeared from the shadows and walked towards her. "Come with me." He said softly and gently gripped her arm and led her towards a back room, probably an old lounge or storage room. In the room were two other people. One with blinding peroxide blonde hair and another with piercing luminescent green eyes. "I suspect you have figured some things out by now." Angel said while joining the other two. "My mother told be some pretty strange things, and then I started having dreams." The blonde one's eyes brightened, "In just one night from your little get together? That's bloody amazing if you ask me. Oh yeah I'm Spike." He said tipping his head lightly towards Jenny. "Spike and I are old friends of your mother's." Angel said. The green eyed one looked her up and down. "I don't think she will need a watcher." He seemed to be about her age maybe a few years older. "What? I'm confused, what's a watcher and what's a slayer?" It seemed all three of them sighed. "Through out every generation a slayer is born. She alone will stand against the forces of darkness." Angel said as if he was a living dictionary. Spike stepped forward, "Basically, Love you get to lurk in cemetaries and shove stakes through the heart's of vampires." He said with a sarcastic tone. Angel glared at him, "Do your muscles hurt?" She nodded. "Of course, your head?" She nodded. "I promise it will be better in a few days. You will go through powerful changes though, and it will hurt, like death itself." Jenny's eyes and face held innocence as she watched Angel and the other two with fear and helplessness. "Darien, maybe you could go talk to her while I talk with Spike." Angel said and nodded towards another room. Darien nodded and gave a small smile towards Jenny and walked towards her. As he came from the shadows a bit more she noticed how handsome he was. He gently placed a hand on her lower back and led her into the other room. This room was much more taken care of then the rest of the club. It seemed they must have recently moved into the place and were still fixing it up. This room was clean and hand several couches and cushioned chairs. There was a TV, fridge, and radio placed around the room. Jenny sighed and sat down on a large deep red velvet couch. After a few moments of akwardness Jenny started to speak, "How could they have known my mother so long ago if they look so young?" She asked quietly. "Oh, uh you don't know? Were vampires. Good, though. Angel has a gypsy curse. Spike was never really, 'bad'. And for me I have a soul like Angel. I know this probably doesn't make sense to you, and probably scares you but you have to trust us." Jenny looked slightly frightened but then straitened her face. "Oh, oh I guess this really is true then." She sighed and looked sad actually instead of hurt. "How old are you three?" She asked simply from curiousity. "Angel's about 300. Spike's around 250. I'm 534. When we died though we were all in our twenties." Jenny tried not to look amazed but couldn't help it. "534? Then why are you not the 'leader'? I hope leader is the right word." He smiled gently and nodded, "I suppose but I am definetly not as wise as he is. The fifth-teenth century was not as civilized as we are now, so I did not learn much in my mortal years." Jenny smiled, dazed. "I think it's amazing that you are that old and you can still live with the changes the world has had. It also amazes me how you have not aged a bit." She smiled rather embarrassed for some reason. "How old are you?" He asked gently. "Oh, I'm 17." She said quietly. "I'm 20." It appeared that he laughed lightly. She smiled too. "You suppose they're done?" Jenny said lightly and stood up. Darien nodded and opened the door quietly. Spike and Angel were arguing over which one of the three of them should train her. Angel sighed as did Spike. "We've dec-" Spike started. "We've decided that, Darien, you can train her. If you want." Angel finished while Spike looked annoyed. Darien smiled lightly, "Okay." He said simply. Jenny was very happy about this conclusion but just smiled lightly. "Well I think you should take her home." Angel said towards Darien. Darien nodded and looked towards Jenny. "Is that alright with you?" He asked. "Uhmm" She said nodded. "Well bye then." Jenny said and started for the door. Darien quietly went out after her.