Ok, Lucy thank you for your review. And for your info I find Joan rather blah. I like interesting names. Anyway, Linnea is actually a name, I know someone with that name, and Kiyara is just a different spelling of Kiara. Which I'm pretty sure is a name. Also, there will be many boring names in this. I mean Peter? Come on, pretty Joan if you ask me.

Thanks to Erica for a review. I'm not sure when the scoobies will show up. So far none of them have showed up and I have pretty much more written. I don't know if any of them will have a main part, but they definitely will make appearances.

"Quinn, I'm telling you something is not right," Kiyara insisted, brushing past people as they hurried to class.

"Something is always not right around here. That's kind of a trademark of Hellmouths. Doesn't mean we have to make a big deal over it," the British man paused at the door to the library, taking in the baggy pants, snarky t-shirt and bulky combat boots of his Slayer. Her plain hair was pulled hastily into a ponytail and her eyes were filled with a determined fire. "And couldn't you wear something a little less…grungy?"

Kiyara heaved a sigh of long suffering. "Would you prefer a miniskirt? Besides who are you to lecture about fashion?" she ran her eyes over his blobby sweater, corduroys and thick glasses. "Stop changing the subject," Quinn opened the door to the library-he had followed in the footsteps of the legendary Mr. Giles, taking over the post of librarian while training his Slayer. Why did all the Watchers have to be old, British and extremely stuffy?

"Well, what do you intent for me to do?" Quinn inquired as they entered into the peace and quiet of the library from the chaos of the hallways.

"I don't know, that's your job! I tell you something's wrong, you tell me what to kill and how to kill it, then I got kill it!"

"Right, kill Peter. You can do it with a take, beheading, sunlight, holy water, crosses-"

"QUINN!"

"Alright, I'll look into it. Now go to class, you know your mother hates it when your Slayer duties interfere with school,"

"Thank you. Why couldn't you have just said that to begin with?" Kiyara asked, exasperated. She turned around, muttering and pushed out the door, just as the bell rang. Quinn heard a muffled "DAMN!" and then she was gone.

"Why did I have to get stuck on the Hellmouth?" he wondered aloud.

Kiyara pounded down the hallway, dodging the last few straggling students who were hurrying to class. "Please let me not get caught, please!" she chanted quietly to herself.

"Jansen!" came a firm voice.

"Crud," Kiyara pulled to a stop and whirled around. Principal Wood was standing in front of the door to the office.

"Yeah Mr. Wood?"

"No running, remember? I hope Mr. Saylor didn't keep you too long and forget to give you a pass? Again?" Wood raised an eyebrow. Of course he knew all about Slayers, as this was the same Robin Wood who had been involved in the battle that had Kiyara a Slayer. He acted as a kind of second, much cooler Watcher. He also gave her late passes when Quinn forgot how long he had kept her, or just forgot that such a thing existed. Which was almost daily. Her first period teacher was starting to wonder.

If only because he saved her from racking up enough detention to last all four years of high school, Kiyara adored Wood. He was like the cool uncle she never had.

"Yup, I think he's forgotten that he even can,"

"Well I was kind of planning on that. Here," Wood handed her a slip. "And no running!" he disappeared back into his office. Kiyara smiled and made her way to class at a slightly more leisurely pace.

"Why are you always late? Haven't you figured out by now that you need to get up earlier?" Kiyara slid into a desk next to her best friend, Angie. She had been hearing this rant almost every day for the past month. It was starting to get a little old, but Kiyara knew it was just Angie's way of showing she cared.

"I've got stuff," she whispered in reply.

"What, like talking to Mr. Saylor? Are you like, going there to make out with him every morning? Cause if you are…EEEEEWWWWWW! You could at least find a better looking teacher to make out with."

"Angie! Do you have something you'd like to tell everyone?" Ms. Richardson demanded.

"No Ms. Richardson,"

"Then please keep your mouth shut and listen,"

Angie quit talking, but continued throwing looks at Kiyara and mouthing "eeeeewwwww". She had come up with this particular theory a few days ago when she had asked what Kiyara and Mr. Saylor did and Kiyara had replied "None of your business," Thanks to Angie's overactive imagination, the fact that she was a hopeless romantic and because her mind was permanently stuck in the gutter, Kiyara and Mr. Saylor were now having an affair. Kiyara had learned it was easier not to protest, that only made it more fun for Angie.

She resigned herself to another day of insanity.

Kiyara sat at her lunch table, playing with her food and brooding. She was waiting for her friends to show up-they were still in line for their lunches. Kiyara always got some time to herself at the beginning of lunch because she brought her own lunch.

"Oh, is someone pining for Mr. Saylor?" came a teasing voice. Kiyara looked up to see her three best friends standing in front of her making kissing noises.

"Shut up Eric," Kiyara snapped, but she was already smiling. Her friends had that affect on her.

Eric sat down next to her. He was of medium build and had black, tousled hair that like to hang in front of his eyes, a fact that drove his mother crazy. Said eyes were dark and twinkled evilly when he was teasing people. They were practically lighting the room at the moment.

"Oh come on Kir, you know we love you. And that you love Mr. Saylor,"

"Right. You know you just love to torture me,"

"Denial is the first stage," Eric announced knowledgably, nodding to Angie and Tracy.

"Fine. I like him then,"

"Acceptance is the second stage," Tracy sat on Kiyara's other side. She was from India and had been adopted by her American parents when she was about two. She was skinny, short and had long, black hair.

Angie sat across from Kiyara and just smiled.

"I hate you," Kiyara informed her. "You know they won't shut up about this for at least a month,"

"Yup. And just maybe you'll tell us all about your secret life then,"

"Is that all this is about? Well, I'll tell you the truth then. I'm a Vampire Slayer. Like Buffy,"

"Not possible, there's only one Slayer," Angie was an avid watcher of Buffy, and would use any excuse, however lame to talk about it. Including the premise that her best friend was a Slayer.

"Well, remember at the end of Season 7-now every potential is a Slayer."

"And I supposed Mr. Saylor's your Watcher?"

"Mm hmm,"

"Right. Well, when you decide to tell us, we're all ears," Eric gave her a patronizing look and tucked into his lunch.

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