"Jenn...we have to find this thing...we think it's HQ is were it used to be."

"Where was it before?" she asked.

"In the old warehouse by the lake." he replied his eye's narrow. "The place where all the demon's go."

"Luke?" she whispered looking up at him. He was wearing glass's because a few seconds ago he was sitting and reading. He doesn't have to wear them all the time just when he reads. His baseball cap was on backwards and he was wearing a plan gray hoodie. "I'm scared," she merely mumbled. Yet as William Lukas Wnydam Pryce stood there holding his best friend, and as his heart started to race even more, he realized something, he was in love with Emma Wattson.

"Me to..." he mumbled, eye's wide and squeezed her slightly.

"Oh my god...Wolf." whispered Jenn as they hid in the bush's. They saw professional guard's there. Then Wesley saw something that made his heart stop. His younger brother, Wilfred, hand's tied behind his back, blood oozing from his body. A blindfold over his eye's, and he was struggling to be let free. Behind him were "The Demon" and the last person he'd expect to see again so soon. "The Demon" was talking casually like old friend's, with his father.

"You honestly can't expect to save him by yourself! You have all these resource's now why don't you call that Angel guy?" asked Jenn as she stood in the motel room; he and the others were staying at. He was examining different types of weapons. "You don't even have your pendant any more," she said bogglingly. "Don't do this Wolf."

"Jenn, you know I have to.... I wonder if I should bring a battle ax or a sword?" he mumbled looking at various weapons.

"Sword it's better for-ok not doing this." she sighed sitting on the bed. "I am not going to let you do this," she said.

"Jennifer...." he sighed sitting next to her on the bed. "Don't make this hard."

"Wolf, you can't do this..."

"Jenn I-.... ok...I won't do it...not yet."

"Oh thank go-" she turned and stopped because the pair had locked eyes. Jenn dived in for a kiss, which Wesley responded for a moment before pulling back.

"Jenn I-"

"Yeh...I understand." she said before taking out a gunn, aiming it at Wesley and pulling the trigger.

"Is it done?" asked a voice from the other side of the cell phone. Jenn transformed into a demon of some sort.

"Yeh, it is. Your son is dead Mr. Wyndam Pryce."

"Good, 1 down, 3 to go." he replied chuckling. The demon turned into a mulp of goop and slithered outside under the crack door.

"IDIOT!" yelled a voice as Wesley woke up to see Cordy towering over him,

"W-what? Cordy?" he asked.

"YOU IDIOT YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSE TO DIE!" she screamed.

Emma, Nick, and Luke stood over Wesley's dead body, all three of there face's unreadable.