Authors note: Sorry that this took so long to get this up. I was having some computer trouble so hopefully this one won't take as long. I'd also like to give thanks to The Fiction Spider for beta reading this for me. You are awesome.

Act 1 Scene 1

Dawn Summers heaved a heavy bag on her dorm room bed and plopped down next to it. Her belongings that occupied one side of the room were few in number for a girl her age but she surveyed them with pride. Just as she closed her eyes and began to relax a loud crash came spilling through the door and the sound of scattered objects jolted her upright. A boy was sprawled on the ground with huge box of spilled belongings over on its side in front of him. Dawn jumped up as the guy rebounded to his knees and began to frantically pick up his belongings.

"Here let me help you with that," Dawn bent down and began to help him pick things up.

"Thanks, I should have known that my own two feet would go against me," he let out a warm smile and pushed his hair out of his face. Dawn let out a chuckle.

"Dawn Summers," Dawn introduced.

"Nope my name's Griffin, close though."

Dawn looked at Griffin as though she didn't quite know if he was joking or just stupid.

"I'm kidding Dawn. I'm just a sarcastic ass."

Dawn laughed warmly, taking in the resemblance this boy had to Xander, humor wise at least. The boy shared his goofy grin, but looked very different than Xander with sandy blonde hair and green eyes.

Griffin looked at Dawn attentively as her attention drifted from him to the stuff on the floor. She began picking up objects and after a moment he began to stutter some awkward small talk, "So...you don't look like an art major named Brett."

Dawn looked up at him confused so he bean to explain, "My roommate, the one I left to get more stuff out of my parent's car. Poor guy is up there with them now."

Dawn smiled warmly, "What room are you suppose to be in?"

"310"

"You're in 210," Dawn explained.

"Well that is just typical of me I guess." Griffin seemed a bit embarrassed over the whole thing.

It was at that moment Dawn saw the book that lay next to the box, "Spells, Demons and Spirits?" She then noticed that the major bulk of the box was stuff like herbs, crystals, and powders used in Wicca, "Griffin you're a witch?"

"Uh...well...I prefer Warlock, seems less girly."

"This is awesome! We can do spells together sometime."

"I don't know Dawn, this stuff could be kindda intense sometimes...I mean maybe..."

"Oh please, I've been doing spells for years; it comes with the job description."

"What kind of Job is that?"

"I could tell you, but I would have to kill you."

Griffin's smile faded, "I'm just kidding," his smile returned, "So exactly how powerful are you?" Dawn inquired.

"Eh you know all powerful, greatest Wiccan ever," it was Dawns turn to appear doubtful. Griffin continued, "Well someday maybe, if the entire world were to spin off into a parallel universe. All I can do so far is float paper clips."

"Just wait 'till you get to pencils."

"Huh?"

"Never mind," Dawn shrugged.

"Well I best get going before my parents threaten to do a background check on my roommate," Griffin stood up and grabbed the handle holes near the top of the box before standing completely upright, "If you need anything I'm on top of you...or over you...I mean hit the ceiling with a broom handle or something."

"And if you need anything stomp."

As Griffin left Dawn began putting posters of random bands that many had never heard of. Oz, over the years, had taught her to like the more indie bands and living in Italy for a few years did have a way of making ones taste in music a bit different from that of her American peers.

Turning to pick up a thumb take she heard a very Harmonyish voice coming down the hall, "Yeah, I hear my roommates from Italy.....Yeah OH-MY-GOD do you think she like, eats spaghetti all the time or something?"

As the owner of the voice wheeled her bag into the room, with one hand and a cell phone in the other, Dawn let out an exasperated gasp, "This may be a long year."

Scene 2

The cavern was dark and dimly lit with a sort of ceremonial alter in the center. A dark cloaked figure stood in silent contemplation. It was in that moment of meditation that none other than Anna came skipping into the room.

The man by the entrance back handed her, "Show some reverence for his holiness."

"Ah, crawl in your grave and rot, your not even suppose to be on this plane anymore,"

"SILENCE!" came a booming, powerful voice from the center of the room.

"Your holiness the task has been completed. We have poisoned his mind against the girl."

"Very good child."

"Your Grace, if you don't mind my asking, why not let me turn him."

"You cannot because of his heritage. No Durlock or half Durlock may be transformed; there souls are tethered to the Demon within."

"But what if I was to kill him he would be out of the way and you could use your power to..."

"Silence! When matters such as these come up you must do as you are told. We need to break the bond of The Chosen in the land of the living. They are assembled in closer proximity. This has been in the stars since before time and I will not have a sniveling 20 year old vampire questioning my methods!"

"I'm sorry my Lord."

"You are the boy's only confidant we cannot have him mingling with the others. If the Chosen come together heads will roll...starting with yours. Dismissed."

Anna began to turn away before her master spoke again, "Out of curiosity, how was your first Durlock kill?"

"Superb, I only wish Ricky had more relatives to kill and more girlfriends to frame for it."

Scene 3

Dawn looked at the piece of paper in her hand and back at the door that she stood in front of, "I hope Willow was right about this."

After knocking on the door she was greeted by a girl about her age with blonde hair, "May I help you?" she inquired guardedly.

"I hope so. I'm looking for an Emiline Stevens."

"I'm sorry I don't have any money to really spare right now, so whatever it is your selling..."

"I really need to talk to you it is very important. If I don't tell you this my sister and Giles are gonna kill me, not to mention that it is huge life changing stuff her and..."

The girl looked at her a bit amused, "Look, tell me here. I can't really let you in or my brother may freak."

Dawn looked behind her to see if anyone was around, "We can't find a place more private?"

"Nope I'm not leaving this doorway."

Dawn exhaled aggravated, "Fine...Um there is no real easy way to tell you this, but...you're a vampire slayer."

The girl's expression didn't change. She simply looked over her shoulder and yelled into the apartment, "Connor, there is a girl at the door as crazy as you are!"