Faith Wilkins stood in Cleveland State Cemetary,where everyone was laid to rest.But tonight...it wouldnt

be so true.Black,heavy boots stood on the newly buried grave of Jezabel Newman.It was strange that even

though Faith was never known to be religious and would laugh at those who thought her name somehow showed

her 'faith' in God,she still crouched down over the turned dirt and said softly,'May God rest your soul.'

She had no idea why she said that or why she would even think it.Of course it wasnt Robins' influence.

The man wasnt into religion.None of them were.It was just too much to swallow that there was a God and there

were also so many evils in the world.So why Faith said those five words werent clear at all.As she stood there waiting for the obviously new fledging to rise,Faith removed a black rubber band from her wrist.Using both hands while holding the knife with her mouth,Willows voice entered her head,'Its not safe to put knives in your mouth,Faith!',she tied up her hair.It was unusual of course,for the rogue slayer to tie her hair up.She never did during Sunnydale or even in Los Angeles with Angel.But the minute they hit Cleveland it all changed.Faith would usually have a rubberband,always black,on her wrist.Maybe it was to remember everyone who died in Sunnydale,maybe it was to remember something she couldnt explain,but she always had one with her.After she tied her hair,the young woman sat down.It would be a while until this one rose.Since it was a late night,no one was around,no slayers,no Andrew,no Key to bother her with questions of her past and what would become of their future.Old memories,what others are there, raced through her head.When she first tied her hair up as a slayer.She would always do it,a tip from her watcher.'Hair gets in the way.In the old times,we would just shave the poor girls head.But since we need to be discreet,here,tie it with this rubberband.'Faith sat there without making any noise and thought further.Before that,she would tie her hair up whenever her mother was drunk,she wouldnt get a chance to drag her around the small apartment in her drunken rage.The fights she got into school were a bit more fair when her hair wouldnt get in the way.The ground beneath Faith began to move.Getting up,she dusted herself off.Waiting for two minutes the fledging,the body of Jezabel Newman,now containing a demon was now up and looking at Faith like it was her first meal in a hundered years.Which wasnt true at all,it was more like..five hours.Faith jumped into action.A right hook,a straight with her left,throw in a witty one liner and dust in the wind.That was all.Not worth anything.The rubberband in her hair was now on her wrist.Faith stretched a bit and began to walk home.The rubberband doesnt mean much anymore.