AN: Yes, I did put Glory in the series now, heck with all it took to stop her in the show, she still isn't at the same ability level as Sephiroth. Can't you just see him playing with the Hell Goddess, and it would be a slow and painful death for her.

Part of my modifications to Dawn fixes the problems with most of the memory problems, namely having Dawn be older than she was in the show and having lived with her and Buffy's dad until she shows up.

LifeisFated-Thanks, I'm trying to keep it up.

Shepharih- Thank you, I am trying to increase the depth of the story, and I know some of the ones aren't that good, but I find a lot of them interesting because it allows combinations that wouldn't work otherwise.

X-Over- Thanks, there will still be a few more chapters before Glory arrives in Sunnydale. Also back with drawing Avalanche into this, the PTB's messenger got co-opted by an even higher power, so they still have no idea where he came from and are throwing everything they can think of at him, I am considering bringing in either Vincent or Auron or perhaps both. They would have the capability to reach the core of Xander's Sephiroth part.

He sensed them coming as he left the airport, he had left London for LA. These idiots were making this far too easy. Four men, each armed judging by their motions, moved in on him.

Xander smirked as he vanished into the crowd, changing the roll of hunter and hunted. His eyes flashed for a moment as he watched them move towards his former location.

Slipping into the restrooms, he waited for his foes through a ceiling tile as soon as the doors swung shut behind him. For a moment he was tempted to reach for the Masamune, but then he decided that these foes were not worth using the blade.

They moved in to the restroom covering each other, weapons appearing as they did, silenced pistols cleared leather and swept the room before them. Their folly was due to human evolution, on earth there was nothing that hunted from above, but Sephiroth came from a different world.

The agent in the rear, took a double handed axe blow to the head that dropped him instantly into unconsciousness.

The other three reacted by spinning to see what happened, but the white haired destroyed snatched another by the throat with one handed and tossed him over his shoulder, through the door, and tumbling through the lobby of the airport.

Xander cast a simple barrier spell that intercepted the weapons fire from the remaining two Initiative agents and sent it scattering around in all directions as he stood there.

"You aren't even worth my time," he chuckled, snatching the radio from the unconscious agent as he cast another pair of spells, slow on the agents and haste on himself, vanishing instantly, causing the two, awake agents to try to get past the barrier left by their foe.

"You know Forrest," Graham commented.

"What?"

"How the hell are we going to explain this to Walsh?"

"Well, at least he didn't kill us," Forrest responded.

"But Walsh will."

Sephiroth hotwired a motorcycle and set off as he glanced at the radio and turned it on.

"Agent Finn, report!" came a harsh female voice.

"Mister Finn isn't here any more," Xander responded in a mocking tone.

"Who's this, this is a secure line!"

"I'm the one who dealt with your goons," he chuckled.

"What do you want?"

"What I want is the relevant question," Sephiroth laughed as if he had just heard a joke, "What I wanted was for your goon squads to leave me alone, but you didn't take the hint in Ohio, now I'm coming for you."

"What!"

Xander tossed the radio aside like a piece of trash where it shattered along the side of the road in a shower of sparks.

Detective Kate Lockley climbed out of her car and walked into the airport. She was supposedly off duty, but she was the closest to the scene and got the call. She walked into the airport wondering just what the hell was going on, reports described a brawl that revealed four government agents being dealt with in various ways, one chucked nearly a hundred feet by what was described as a tall, pale, white haired man, and the kicker was it was a one handed throw. Another was on his way to the hospital, and the remaining two were trapped behind what was described as an invisible wall that deflected bullets, forcing the maintenance staff to tear a hole in the wall to get them out.

She had an odd feeling that it was just going to be one of those days.

Especially after the description matched that of a psychopath that took down fifteen SWAT units in Ohio as well as a bunch of other specialists and the National Guard, leveling the building in the process.

With that kind of a creature on the loose in her town, she actively considered turning in her badge.