Thank you to Lucy! My best reviewer ever! You rock my world. And actually Angie isn't based on anyone. Haven't really gotten around to giving her much character yet. Still working on Kiyara's friends as of now. And Eric is that dude, but he's not really based after him. Just couldn't think of another name and for some reason I thought it fit. And Saylor came out of a random name generator. I love you, you know that? Always looking for ulterior motives where there are none. Just random name generators and my twisted subconscious. Maybe my subconscious is basing Angie after you. Who knows?

Sorry it's been so bloody long; I completely stopped writing for a while. Actually I had this finished, but I just didn't type it up. Recently however I was feeling guilty about a lack of writing, so here I am. Hope you enjoy!

'I found your guy," Quinn paced in front of Kiyara.

"And?"

"Benjamin Forrest. Age 18 when killed. He was found dead about a year ago. Two puncture wounds on the neck. From what I've been able to deduct he's kind of a bad vampire. He hasn't killed much of anyone and has spent most of his year of undeath being chased halfway across the country by some demon named Yarrl," Quinn picked an open book from the table and showed it to Kiyara.

"Wait. That's the guy I met last night. The one who told me Ben was…well pretty much the opposite of what you described."

"Good thing you got rid of him anyway. He's a pretty nasty piece of work. Been killing for a couple hundred years at least." Quinn paused at the look on his Slayer's face. "You did kill him right?"

"Um. Not exactly kill in the strictest sense. Kind of gave him a very harsh and painful tell off."

"You didn't kill it?"

"No, no. I didn't kill it. What?" Kiyara demanded indignantly at the look on Quinn's face. "Well he was so pathetic. He had been chased by some loser upstart of a vampire, he who was supposed to be might and scary, and now I was chasing him and whooping his ass. I felt bad for the guy."

"He's a demon. You know you can't just let them walk away! They're not nice people."

"What about Clem?"

"Clem is…odd."

"Well how did I know Yarrl wasn't 'odd'? He seemed pretty odd to me."

"Let's get back to the issue at hand. We will discuss this later and I most definitely will report this to the Council, but we have to deal with this!" He slapped the book. "I think Yarrl can be killed like any other demon-beheading etc. But we need to decide what to do with Ben."

"Don't you mean you?" she muttered sullenly.

"Kiyara!"

"Fine! How about we decide that after we find him and kill Yarrl?"

"That seems intelligent."

"Good. So tonight I'll kill Yarrl and find Ben,"

"And I'll join you,"

"WHAT!"

"I need to make sure you kill him this time, so I shall be coming with you."

"You can not be serious.

"On the contrary I'm very serious,"

"Find, but if you slow me down, I'm leaving you behind,"

"Go ahead and do that,"

"Fine!" Kiyara stalked out of the library grabbing her backpack and fuming out of school. At least she had the walk home to cool down, but she still wanted to hit something.

Kiyara strode purposefully down the street, thoughts chasing each other around her brain. How dare he think she wouldn't be able to handle Yarrl? Or that she could, but was too stupid to figure out how? Why not just say she couldn't dress herself in the morning and send her back to kindergarten? If he killed himself tagging along she was going to blame him entirely and completely. And she would have to discuss it later? Wasn't it bad enough that he was coming?

"Kiyara!" Eric yelled form behind her. Just what she needed; more grief about Quinn.

"Yeah?" she snapped, whipping around.

"Gees, Kir," Eric seemed taken aback, but he gained confidence again quickly. "Or should I say Slayer?"

"Are you just here to annoy e about that?"

"Actually yes,"

"Then please leave me alone,"

"Not until you tell me what you and Mr. Saylor were talking about. Do you seriously think you're a vampire Slayer?"

"I don't think, I know," Kiyara replied waspishly. She was confused and wasn't sure what to do. It was supposed to be a secret identity. How did Eric know about it?

"If you're a Slayer, then Sunnydale would no longer exist-remember?" Eric had been forced into watching Buffy enough that he knew what happened.

"They rebuilt it. They seem to have an obsession with building on the Hellmouth. Plus a whole bunch of people who used to live here wanted their town back. How could you have not realized that this entire town was built about three years ago?"

"I dunno. I moved here two years ago."

"Good god, you need to learn to pay attention. Anyway, I've been Slayer here for about a year and a half-they would let me start earlier cause I was too young. There was another woman-Vanessa Hart. She didn't mind getting moved and my parents really didn't want to have to move again. So here I am, Slayer on the Hellmouth,"

"That exists?"

"Hell yeah,"

"Wow. Would you happen to need a sidekick?"

"Not you,"

"Why not?"

Do you have a death wish?"

"Not as far as I'm aware,"

"Then you don't get to come anywhere near my work,"

"Please please please, I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Yup,"

"Ok, you can help Quinn research. All the boring old books with weird pictures. Your domain now,"

"So basically I'm now Xander…the useless guy who's only there cause he's a friend?"

"Yup. Sorry if you wanted a great cosmic purpose in life just because you know me. Look, I'm really not in a good mood right now, so please can you go away? I just want to go home and finish my homework, since I have stuff to do tonight,"

"Oh. Ok. I'll see you tomorrow," Eric grinned floppily at her. "Be happy. I hate it when you're in a bad mood,"

"Ok," Kiyara smiled back at the infectious grin.

"That's my Slayer…er, girl," Kiyara pushed him lightly. He made a face and left.

Kiyara smiled again. Quinn would never forgive her for telling someone, but it felt good to have a friend who would really understand. Wait-she hadn't really told him. How had he known she wasn't just kidding?

"I'll ask him tomorrow," she decided. "It's not a big deal,"

Ok, my fingers are officially sore. Hope you can remember what was happening. I know I'm having issues. Maybe I'll start something new. Any challenges, just let me know! And please please review!