Authors Note: No I haven't forgotten about this fic. I've just been trying to focus on Exodus. As soon as Exodus is out of the way I will fully devote myself to Enough.

Gidgetgirl- Jeremiah is defiantly Faith's father, and he was married, you'll find out what happens that leads up to Faith's unhappy childhood. As for Wesley and Giles's age differences, I might have made a few alterations there, inadvertently. And I think I'm making Giles slightly younger that he actually is.

YelloSparkStardust- I myself am rather fond of a young Giles. And no Giles is not Faith father Jeremiah is. But Giles will play a large role in Faith's childhood, you'll find out how later on.

CHAPTER 3

INTRODUCTIONS

I did not believe the information

Just had to trust imagination

my heart going boom boom boom

-Peter Gabriel Salisbury Hill

January 5, 1976

7:43am

Richmond, Virginia

Open High School

"Jer!" called a voice. Jeremiah led Rupert over to a girl two years Rupert's junior. The girl was of average height and like Jeremiah had dark brown hair framing a pair of chocolate brown eyes, and smooth porcelain skin. Rupert thought that the picture the council had acquired of the girl did not do her justice. The girl was stunning.

"Rupert, this is my little sister Katherine. Kitten this is Rupert, he just transferred here from England," Jeremiah introduced.

"Hi," Kat said cheerfully.

"Hullo," Rupert said offering Kat his hand.

"How long have you been in America?" Kat asked.

"Today is my second day. I moved here with my Uncle he's the new English teacher," Rupert replied.

"They found a new teacher? Thank God if I had to sit though another one of Bryce's classes I was going to kill myself," Kat stated.

"I doubt that you will find my Uncle to be any better than this Bryce you speak of," Rupert said.

"He's that bad huh?" Jeremiah asked.

"You have no idea," Rupert sighed.

"Then why did you come here with him?" Kat questioned.

"I hadn't been taking my studies as seriously as my parents wished, so I was sent here," Rupert replied stretching the truth a bit, and he found himself hating the fact that he was starting off a potential friendship with a lie.

"So Rupert what year are you?"

"A Sophomore. And you Katherine?" Rupert asked.

"I'm a Sophomore, technically I'm only suppose to be in eighth grade, but I skipped two grades when I was little," Kat answered.

"She's brilliant my Kitten," Jeremiah said proudly. And Kat blushed. Rupert though that the scarlet that crept up her neck made her even more beautiful.

"You know you're a few days behind in class. If you'd like I could help you catch up," Kat offered.

"I'd like that," Rupert replied. "I have a fair amount of knowledge concerning ancient to renaissance artwork but I've never spent much time studying modern art."

"Where do you live? Kitten and I can give you a ride home after school and then catch you up on everything," Jeremiah said.

"I live in the fan. On Floyd avenue," Rupert answered.

"That's a nice area of town. Your Uncle must do something other than teaching to be living in the Fan," Jeremiah noted.

"He was left a large inheritance by his parents. Technically he doesn't need to work," Rupert lied smoothly, and again regretted it.

"Ah a trust fund baby, Kitten and I know all about that. Half the kids here come from well to do family's, Kitten and I are no exception to the rule. But most of us here hate privet school. For most of the kids here Open is the alternative to privet school. Kitten and I never attended privet school, our father thought that it was a waste of money" Jeremiah said.

"That and he thinks that a majority of the parents who have kids in privet school are a bunch of pretentious jerks with sticks up their asses," Kat added.

"I do not believe that my uncle and you're father will get along to well," Rupert said smiling.

"Hey English after this class you can follow Kitten to Chemistry. In fact," Jeremiah said looking a Rupert's schedule. "You can stick with her till lunch. And then you and I can head off to Geometry together. And then we'll met up with Kitten again for American Lit."

"Just how I want to end my day. My last class is with my git of an uncle," Rupert sighed.

"He can't be that bad," Jeremiah spoke. Rupert just groaned.

January 5, 1976

3:30pm

Richmond, Virginia

Open High School

"Dude I am so sorry," Jeremiah whispered as he Kat and Rupert grabbed their belongings, and began to leave the room.

"Rupert may I have a word," Roger called to his 'nephew'. Rupert rolled his eyes and Jeremiah and Kat stifled a giggle.

"Of course, Uncle. I'll met the two of you outside," Rupert said to Kat and Jeremiah.

"See you in a bit man," Jeremiah said as he and Kat left the room.

"I must admit boy you've exceeded my expectations of you. You've gotten close the slayer on your first day," Roger said somewhat reluctantly. "Just remember you are here to observe her, not to befriend her."

"She and her brother are coming by the house tonight. You could tell her then of her calling," Rupert suggested.

"Get rid of her brother. You know as well as I that the identity of a slayer is to remain secret," Roger snapped.

"You think that she won't tell him? I've observed the two of them all day, they tell each other everything," Rupert said keeping his anger at bay.

"Then you're job will be to convince the girl not to tell her brother," Roger told the boy.

"Her name is Katherine. Stop thinking of her as though she is just a weapon to defeat the forces of darkness," Rupert said clenching his fist.

"Now that is your father talking. And it is beliefs like that, that has kept your family from having a slayer since your grandfather. Now go and see to the girl. And make sure that when I arrive home that the boy is gone," Roger commanded. Rupert turned to leave.

"Oh and boy. Don't get attached to her. It is rare for a slayer of her age to last more than a year," Roger called after the teen. Rupert reached into his pocket his hand touching a butterfly knife he had received from his favorite uncle one year. Opening it in his pocket his turned to face Roger.

"What boy? Do you have something you want to say?" Roger sneered. Quicker than Roger would have thought possible, Rupert flung the knife with deadly precision it plunged into the wall inches from Rogers face.

"Her name is Katherine," Rupert replied in a low tone, then using magic he called the knife back into his hand. With that he left the room not trusting what else he may do.

He didn't know why Roger angered him so. Rupert knew the statistics when it came to slayers. Yet he could not stand the fact that Roger talked about Kat as though she was nothing more than an inanimate object.

"Hey man are you okay?" Jeremiah asked when Rupert approached the car.

"I'm fine," Rupert said as he glanced at Kat.

"He's that bad huh?" Kat questioned as she climbed into the backseat, and Jeremiah and Rupert climbed into the front.

"I can honestly say I've never hated a person as much as I hate him," Rupert said glumly.

"You know when Kat and I get depressed there's only one thing that cheers us up," Jeremiah said.

"And what's that?" Rupert asked as he watched the scenery go by.

"You know how to ride, horses I mean?" Jeremiah asked.

"My family owns several thoroughbreds. I have my own personal horse, her name is Andromeda," Rupert said fondly.

"You miss her," Kat observed.

"I miss home," Giles replied.

"Jer, New Kent it is," Kat said and Jeremiah got on the nearest entrance ramp to the highway. The trio arrived at the stables the Lehane family had owned for years. There were over a dozen horses in the stables.

"Just how well off is your family?" Rupert asked observing the stables and the forty acres of land that surrounded it.

"Dad's a multimillionaire," Jeremiah answered. "But you wouldn't know it by meeting him."

"You can ride Draco, just a warning he is a bit hyper. It doesn't take much to get him going." Kat said as she and Jeremiah led Rupert to the tack room.

"Andromeda is the same way. I've had her since she was a foal. A gift from my father and mother," Rupert replied.

The three of them rode through the forest trails till sundown. Jeremiah then drove them all back to Rupert's to catch Rupert up on his classes.

January 5, 1976

8:07pm

Richmond, Virginia

Temporary Home of Rupert Giles and Roger Whydam-Pryce

"Man I'm starved," Jeremiah commented. The three teens were sitting in Rupert's room an Art history text book laid out before them. Roger was upstairs in his study waiting for Rupert to find a way to make Jeremiah leave.

"Hey why don't we order some Chinese," Kat suggested.

"I would love to have some hunan beef," Rupert spoke up.

"Kitten call up Joy Gardens and I'll go pick up our food," Jeremiah told his sister. Kat quickly dialed the restaurant and placed an order. Jeremiah left five minutes later to pick up their dinner.

No sooner had Jeremiah stepped out of the house did Roger descend from the stairs and enter Rupert's room.

"Good evening Miss Lehane," Roger said to Kat.

"Good evening...sir," Kat replied she normally had no qualms when it came to referring to an adult by their first name, but she did not feel comfortable referring to Roger by his given name.

"Miss Lehane I need to talk to you for a brief moment," Roger spoke.

"Sure," Kat said feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second.

"Miss Lehane what do you know about vampires?"

"You mean Dracula and stuff?"

"Not quite. Miss Lehane you are a vampire slayer," Roger said bluntly and Rupert groaned. "You see Miss Lehane into each generation a slayer is born. One girl, in all the world, a Chosen One. Born with the strength and skill to combat the forces of darkness."

"This is a joke right?" Kat said wondering just what type of mess she had gotten in to, and wishing for all the world that her brother was back.

"This is no joke Miss Lehane. I am quite serious," Roger told the girl.

"You're frightening her," Rupert said noting that Kat was shaking with fear.

"Stay out of this boy,"Roger snarled.

"You're crazy. Vampires and-and forces of darkness? Slayers? I don't know what is wrong with you but stay way from me," Kat said getting up from her spot on the floor. She quickly grabbed her things.

"Katherine wait," Rupert said reaching for her hand.

"Don't touch me," Kat hissed and ran from Rupert's room and out of the house. Rupert ran after her.

"Katherine please wait," Rupert yelled following her down the street.

"You're crazy and so is he. You people belong in a mental facility," Kat said as she walked quickly down the sidewalk.

"If I'm so crazy then why do I know that you've been having dreams. Dreams of horrible things," Rupert said and Kat stopped walking but did not turn to face him.

"They're dreadful aren't they. And extremely vivid. You see women murdered by creatures that couldn't possibly exist. You wake up holding back a scream," Rupert continued.

"How do you know? You can't possibly know that?" Kat said.

"All potential Slayershave them. For most they are just that dreams and eventually they forget them. But for some they become a reality. Like they have for you," Rupert told her.

"I-I thought I was going crazy," Kat confessed. Rupert walked up to her placing his hands on her shoulders.

"You aren't going crazy, and I can assure you that neither am I or Mr. Whydam-Pryce. You are the slayer as surreal as it may sound. Vampires and other things that go bump in the night do exist. And you have the ability to stop them," Rupert told them.

"I'm just a fourteen year old girl Rupert, how am I suppose to stop these...creatures?"

"You're not just a fourteen year old girl. You're the slayer. Haven't you been experiencing spurts of super strength?" Rupert asked

"I just thought my desk had termites or something," Kat mumbled leaving Rupert confused by her words. "I cracked my desk in half trying to unstick my desk drawer," Kat said off of Rupert's confused look.

"You're capable of much more than that, so much more," Rupert told her.

"This is- I don't even know where to begin," Kat stuttered.

"I know it's all hard to digest. But you need to understand that you're not alone in this. You've got me," Rupert said.

"And Jeremiah," Kat added.

"Listen you can tell him I won't stop you. Roger doesn't want for your brother to know but I think he should. But understand you have to keep this secret from everyone else. Your parents included. Why don't we return to the house before Jeremiah arrives, and there I can explained everything to you," He suggested.

"Okay," Kat agreed. The two of them walked back to Rupert's house in silence. Just as they were arriving Jeremiah was getting out of his car with their food.

"Out for a bit of fresh air?" Jeremiah asked.

"Yeah, the room was getting to be a bit stuffy," Kat said not meeting her brother's eyes.

"Come on let's get this over with," Rupert whispered to Kat.

"Wait, we should tell Jerry now," Kat said.

"Tell me what?" Jeremiah asked an eyebrow raised.

"Is there someplace we can go to talk in privet, away from here?" Rupert asked Jeremiah.

"We can go back to the stables," Jeremiah suggested.

"That will do," Rupert replied and the three of them got back into Jeremiah's car. They road to New Kent in silence. Jeremiah had asked twice what was going on but both times Kat and Rupert refused to answer.

"Alright I want answers and now," Jeremiah said turning off the engin.

"I-I," Kat stuttered.

"It's okay Katherine, you only know the ending of the story, I know the beginning. I'll tell him," Rupert told the girl.

"Someone better," Jeremiah muttered.

"This will sound insane, but I can assure you that everything I am about to disclose to you is true. Before man, this world was ruled by demons. When man evolved they knew that if they did not find some way to combat the forces of darkness, then their race would surly die out. Thus the first slayer, known only as the primitive was created."

"Wait," Jeremiah interrupted.

"Let him finish Jeremiah," Kat said softly.

"The primitive was endowed with superhuman abilities, speed, strength, hearing, sight and so on to fight the demons. When she died a new girl was chosen and she followed in the steps of the primitive. And so it has continued for a millennia."

"Around the fiftieth century BC the watchers council -as it is known know- was formed. They...watched over the slayer, helped to guide her, to train her to combat evil. That is why I am here, Roger is not my uncle, he was selected by the council to be your watcher Katherine. I am a watcher in training, a promising one apparently, which is the reason I was sent here. You see recently I've haven't been acting like the model watcher. I've been dabbling in to magics, as well as taking on some of my father's beliefs as to how the council is run. To get me on the right track, or truthfully to brainwash me into his beliefs, Roger whisked me away from my home in hopes that I will come to see things his way," Rupert finished.

"If you two are trying to pull some sort of prank it's not working," Jeremiah said.

"It's not joke Jeremiah. It's the truth," Kat said softly.

"Oh come on Kitten. How do you expect me..."

"My dreams," Kat said cutting her brother off. "My desk. I-I need you to believe me Jer, I need you to believe so that I can believe," Kat whispered her voice cracking.

"I can help you both believe," Rupert told them.

"How?" Kat and Jeremiah asked at the same time.

"I told you that I had been dabbling in magics. I can show you magic, true magic not slight of hand. Follow me," Rupert said opening his car door. Kat and Jeremiah exited the car as well and followed Rupert. Rupert led them to a clearing in the woods he crouched down and placed his hand on the ground. He closed his eyes and concentrated.

"What are you..." Kat began but was cut off by Rupert telling her to shush. Beads of sweat popped out on the watcher in training's brow and Kat and Jeremiah gasped, as a tendril of a plant grew out of the ground and then bloomed in to a full grown orchid.

Luckily Rupert was already kneeling for if he was standing he would have collapsed. Sitting back, Rupert gasped for breath. Kat and Jeremiah were too shocked to speak.

Up Next: Jeremiah and Kat learn more about Rupert's abilities as well as Kat's newfound abilities. Rupert meets an old friend from his past, and the three teens confront Roger on Kat being the slayer.

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