Chapter Two

She walked up the porch steps and unlocked the door.

"Dawn. Willow, I'm home," She yelled, through the house, as she closed the door behind her.

"We're in the kitchen, Buffy." She heard Willow call back.

She took off her jacket and placed it on the coat rack by the door. She slipped out of her shoes and went to the kitchen.

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Dawn and Willow were sitting at the table, drinking juice, and talking. They were talking about nonsense stuff, when Buffy walked in.

"Hey guys," She said.

"Hey. Any luck tonight?" Willow asked.

Buffy grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sat at the table, next to Willow.

"I think I'm losing my mind," Buffy said.

"Why's that?" Dawn asked her sister.

"Cause I was just walking along like I usually do. And I hear something. And I go take a look, and there was nothing there. There was evidence of a fight, but I didn't see anyone around, when I got there."

"Well, you did have a rough day, maybe you were hearing things," Willow told her.

"But, how do you describe the broken head stone and the foot prints?"

"Maybe there was a fight of some sort, and when they saw you coming, they took off running," Dawn said.

Buffy just glanced at her. She was always sarcastic about what her sister did, for a living. Willow just smiled.

"Dawnie, why don't you go upstairs and clean your room?" Willow asked politely.

"Awe, do I have too?" She asked, giving her a disgusted face.

"Yes."

"Fine." Dawn got up from the table, put her glass in the sink and went to her room.