DISCLAIMER: I do not own Angel. I only own Cordelia.

"Cordelia, can you get the mail?"

"Sure Mom."

Cordelia Wyndam-Price walked out to the mailbox to get the mail. She quickly skimmed through it: junk mail, a bill, an envelope with no return address and a letter from the Watcher's Council. She ran into the house where she found her mother and father holding each other as usual.

"If you guys continue doing that I will no longer be an only child." Cordelia joked with her parents.

"We can only handle you." Her father, Wesley Wyndam-Price noted. "Any mail?" Cordelia placed the mail on the counter and continued with her breakfast.

"Huh, I wonder what this is?" Cordelia's mother, Fred Burkle-Price asked. "I would beware of it. Remember the last time something caught your curiosity." Wesley joked with his wife.

"I was young and curious that time. I'm now an older woman who's a wife and mother-"

"Whose daughter just got a letter from the Council." Wesley looked up from the letter and was staring at Fred.

"What? That can't be. Willow didn't reverse the spell so there should be many Slayers." Fred said nervously.

"That's the only reason why Chance brought me and you back. We had a daughter who would become the Slayer." Wesley said still in shock of his daughter being called early.

"Hello, guys. What are you talking about?" Cordelia looked her parents questioningly. Neither Fred nor Wesley could talk. Wesley handed the letter to his daughter.

Dear Miss Wyndam-Price,

You possess the many qualities that of a Vampire Slayer, we ask that you consider joining our well-established yet unknown community. An assistant of Watcher Rupert Giles will train you. You are not to be trained by your father, Watcher Wesley Wyndam-Price since it would not be inappriotate.

Sincerely,

The letter was followed by a list of people who were prestigious Watchers. Cordelia looked up from the letter after reading it several times. She was a Vampire Slayer. Her parents had always told her about vampires, demons, and everything else that was evil. They had even taught her small spells that would come in handy in the future. "Who knew I would be a Slayer?" Cordelia tried to make a joke out of the whole thing. At that moment the doorbell rang. Wesley went and answered the door.

"Dad's not happy is he?" Cordelia asked her mother.

"It's not that he's not happy for you, it's just he's worried. Both the Slayers that he was in charge of died from demons and he's scared for you as I am. I lived in a cave for five years and then my body was occupied by a demon for a year, he was the whole time trying to make sure I was safe." Fred said to comfort her daughter. Wesley walked in followed by blonde American wearing a leather duster.

"You must be Cordelia. You look like your parents a lot. I'm Andrew, your Watcher." Andrew extended his hand to shake her hand.

"Nice to meet you. So is for real, am I really the Slayer?" Chance asked the question that she had been dying to ask her Watcher.

A/N: I know the letter isn't very pompous but I tried my best.