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Three Days before the e-mail to sent to Dawn. Thursday 9:06 PM

"You can't just come barging in on my life telling me I'm one of the new slayers. I hate them. I despise them. Do you know how many I've killed to keep my secret for so long?" Willow Velkan screamed this at her best friend who just happened to be in charge of her life. "I just mean c'mon, Chris. You of all people should know that me and slayers don't mix."

Chris looked bored as if he knew what was coming and of course he did. He was after all one of the most powerful witches that roamed the planes of existence. Only one person could ever match him, and that was Willow Velkan. Willow was an intelligent woman who knew her way around. She was five feet and seven inches tall, and today she had black hair with red streaks hanging loose that ended ather middle back. She had gray eyes that were so beautiful that it was a mystery.If you stared at them too long you got so lost in them that youcan't find your way out. She was wearing a black tank-top and black cargo pants.

Chris snapped out of his reverie and said, "Yes I know but it wasn't my choice. There was a petition and well everyone signed it."

"There was a petition to see if I should become a slayer!?" Willow was getting infuriated with every word that came out of Chris's mouth.

"Well, yes. People thought it would get the most powerful Angel, besides me, out and about. They think that you are spending too much time dwelling in that cave of yours." Chris looked like he was going to duck and hide. Willow was starting to get mad and losing control of her power to levitate things.

"I'm sorry, but I am going through a tough transaction here still. I mean I know I got my soul fifty years ago, but still people have sooo got to learn that what I did… it was horrible."

Chris had to admit to himself that what Willow had to get was big. She did kill thousands over her short soulless time. She was the most evil witch for awhile, but then she met him, and decided that she wanted his friendship, so she got her soul back. Chris just said, "You're a new slayer and you better get over it. Your new name is Alexa, well you can invent a last name. You also know how to um… make legal documents about people pop out of nowhere." Chris winked.

"Oh, c'mon what kind of name is Alexa?" Willow was not interested in having to change her name every few years. She liked having her real name. Then again she only had to change it twice or something.

Chris, even though knowing it was a rhetorical questioned, answered it. "Alexa is a shortened version of Alexandrea which means 'protector of men.' So really it will match your new job description."

Willow rolled her eyes. "Fine, oh Great Master. My name is Alexa…Renolds." Willow stomped out of Chris's room to get ready to head off to Sunnydale, the hell mouth.

When Willow finished packing Chris walked in. "Don't you know how to knock." Chris shook his head, "Why do I need to when I can sense that you are dressed or finished packing?" Willow stared at him, he was right. "So, what do you want Chris?" Chris looked around the room and picked up a snow globe. It was the Statue of Liberty. "Oh, I just wanted to wish you luck, even though you don't have to leave for like a week, unless you want to prevent… oh never mind." Willow glanced at him, "Oh never mind what?" Chris started to walk out of the room, "Really… nothing." Chris left leaving a confused Willow behind a closed door.

Willow continued to stare at the door for about five minutes and then went over to her computer. She had to find a family that would be most likely to house her, so she went to Google to search SUNNYDALE. When Willow typed in Sunnydale she got about fifteen million newspaper sites that lead to articles. She decided that maybe she could locate a family through them. If their names showed up more then ten times and they weren't important officials, they were probably someone of the paranormal, just what she needed.

Willow opened a few articles like, "Two Teenagers Found Dead with Severe Trauma to the Necks," "Man Found Dead with Trauma to the Neck" things like that. Willow must have opened at least ten of these and one name kept popping up, Buffy Summers. Willow got out a pad and pen and wrote down the name. She got up and went over to her bookshelf stuffed with books, mostly spell books. She went over and took down a map and set it on a table. Then she went to one of her drawers and took out a crystal. She was going to Scry for that girl Buffy.

Willow took the map of Sunnydale and the surrounding cities and took it off the table since it wanted to fall all the time. She put it on the floor and took her pad that had the name Buffy Summers and ripped out that page. She took the crystal and rapped the string around the piece of paper. She swung the crystal over the map, and prayed that Buffy would be at home and not at work or any other place. The crystal tightly circled one area, -YES! YES! C'MON!- Willow thought as the crystal was going around this one little area. The crystal landed. –Oh what is this street and house!?- Willow rubbed her forehead. The map wasn't clear enough for her to tell, and she was too lazy to go and find a map on the computer. She got up and rolled up the map. She put the map back on the bookshelf and took the other supplies back to the draws. Willow looked at the clock, -11:00 Already?-