Previously on BtVS…

"Did anyone see Shenzi bleeding?" Buffy had to know. Xander piped up. "You noticed that too?" the rest of the gang nodded. Lilith looked at them, like she wasn't sure what to say, or if she could. In the end she acted as if it were nothing important. "Lucifer probably gave her a beating." She said this in a tired tone. Willow turned white. "Why?"

Lilith shrugged. "Why not?"

"Because it's bad."

"She is bad. If you're bad in that household you get punished, severely." She said this like it was a normal thing. "Damian and Lucifer think nothing of it taking a whip to that lot. Even the servants in that place get a whack if they incompetent." She looked at the group, who in return, gave her a weird look back. "What?"

"Was it our fault?" Willow said.

"I'm pretty sure Go…" She stopped.

Buffy stared at her. "Don't worry, that lot can handle a bit of abuse. The whole foundation of Daemonicus is built on abusive and violence and sex. It's their whole being of existence. They need it to survive." She turned to Buffy. "And you're carrying one of them abusive creatures."

…And now the conclusion.

It has been several weeks and no sign of Damian or his offspring. This was great news for Buffy, for Damian and his family had become a bit annoying. Lilith was still around, passing as a boarder in the Summer's home. She paid rent, so she could stay. Buffy's life had gone back to almost normal. But still one subject remained unsaid; how was Buffy going to explain her pregnancy to her mother.

Lilith had insisted that Buffy did not go patrolling. So she did, just to spite the goddess. She walked through the town checking all alleys. She checked the parks, and last the cemetery. She than slowly made her way back into town for a snack; she has been surprisingly hungry a lot lately.

She walked back towards her house after a really quiet night of slaying; thanks to Damian's presence. As she turned to take the road to her house she heard a scream from behind and quickly spun around. The man who had screamed had run right past her, ignoring her completely. His pursuer was a vampire. "Great! And I thought that you guys had become extinct!" she said as she posed in her attacking position. The vampire snarled and turned and ran in the opposite direction. "What the..?" Buffy sighed and ran after it. And here she though that this night was going to be easy.

The vamp led her in a chase around the outside of the town. Buffy was starting to wonder if this was all worth it. Finally it stopped outside the forest. Buffy slowed down and stopped a few feet away from the vampire. "You mean you had me chase you so you can die with a view." The vamp smiled, or snarled, she really couldn't tell the difference. She was just ready to attack when she felt something come up from behind. She spun around and came face to face with a girl no older than sixteen. But her pale blue eyes held something older, something wiser.

She was tall and pale. Her hair was long, blonde and wavy. She stood tall and proud, her stature reeked with an up-herself attitude. She was not afraid. Buffy heard the faintest of movement behind her and quickly turned back to the vamp that she had so dumbly left at her back. It was gone.

"Do not worry, he's done his bit," Said the girl. She spoke with a heavy British accent. Her eyes were still coolly on Buffy.

"Who are you?" Buffy asked. If you're gonna fight and kill a demon, at least you had to know its name. She might be Queen Elizabeth for all she knew.

"I am called Alyson, but you can call me Ally." She said with an aristocrat smirk.

Bummer, she wasn't someone important. All the same…

"I am here to kill you," Said Ally. That was all. No reason, just 'I'm here to kill you'. Buffy reached for her stake that was shoved into her belt. Ally laughed. "You will not need that. I am no vampire." She laughed again.

Buffy was taken back. She felt like a vamp. True she didn't dress like one in her jeans and pale green top. But she gave off a vamp vipe.

"You insult me," She said. "You think of me as an impure vampire!" She laughed again. Buffy was really starting to hate her confidence; as each time she laughed, Buffy found her confidence slipping.

All of a sudden Ally lunged at her. Buffy was only able to block her. Each time Buffy went in with a punch or kick, Ally would counterattack. Buffy couldn't do anything.

Ally did not seem to tire. But Buffy felt as if she were ready to collapse. And finally she fell on her back. She breathed in large gulps of air. Her lungs were sore with each new breath of air she took in. Ally stood above her.

"So this is the mighty slayer who took out Joseph, The Master of Vampires. I am displeased that you were not much of and a challenge. But I will kill you all the same, so that I can have your death under my belt."

Buffy was not about to be killed by someone who was on first name bases with The Master. So she did what any slayer would do in this situation. She sat up and stuck the stake that she had held onto throughout the fight and aimed it home into Ally's heart.

Ally took a couple of steps back and looked down at the piece of wood sticking out of her chest. It was than that Buffy realized that they had an audience. A group of ten vamps stepped out of the forest, including the one that had lead her there.

"Does this mean that your not gonna kill me now, 'cos I got there first?" Buffy gave her a sincere smile. Ally didn't look very happy.

Buffy waited for the typical vampire poof-in-to-dust routine, but nothing happened. Well, not what she wanted to happen anyway. Ally ribbed her green top to expose her bras and the stake comically sticking out. Than she smiled at Buffy as she wrapped her hands around the stake and pulled it out. The wound healed instantly. Buffy also notice that throughout her staking, Ally didn't bleed. Only zombies didn't bleed. But Ally was very much alive.

"For that, Slayer, You will die." She pulled out a gun from a holster on her belt. It was on olden day gun. The type Clint Eastwood would have used in those old western movies. That olden day, western type gun was aimed right at Buffy's chest. Then every thing worked in slow motion. The gun fired and the bullet took forever to reach her. Buffy felt as if she could have just stepped aside and avoided it. But she couldn't. The bullet hit her and she felt cold as she hit the dirt and sticks on the ground.

I'm dying was all she could think of. I'm dying again. Her life didn't flash before her eyes. But there was something, something that felt different from the last times. A presence. Some one, or something, was there with her. Then there was warmth. She felt her body becoming warm again. She felt the bullet began to push it self out of her. She found that could sit up. Next to her was the bullet. It was still covered in her blood.

Ally and her band of merry vamps had vanished. Buffy looked at her watch and cursed. She had been out for nearly two hours. No wonder Ally had gone. She thought Buffy had died. But why leave her here. Did she want someone to find her? Find her lying dead on the forest ground. But then the big question came; why wasn't she dead? She felt that strange presence again. She turned around, which was a big mistake. Her head spun and she threw up. In between being sick she thought she saw the white lady. But after she stopped the white lady had disappeared.

When Buffy found that she could walk without passing out, she picked up the bullet and returned to the magic shop. Giles was still there.

"No offence Giles, but do you ever go home?" Buffy said as she walked in. He jumped as she spoke.

"Thank God!" Exclaimed Giles. "I was worried. No one could find you or knew where you were. I feared you may have been hurt. I sent Spike to go find you" He noticed the blood on Buffy's shirt. "What happened?"

Buffy told him about Ally and the fight. How she shot her and showed him the bullet. She than told him about what happened after the shooting.

"Than I woke up two hours later. The bullet must have popped out. I remember it. I think? Than there was the white lady. She was there than she was gone."

Giles looked at her worryingly. Than got up and reached for one of his books.

"Have you heard of her? This Ally?" she asked him.

Giles nodded. "Yes. She use to terrorize people who would get on her bad side. No real record was kept of her because she was never around long enough to be observed. Plus no one got close enough to her survived. The gun you described is like a trade mark of hers. She would either kill you with her bare hands." Buffy got a flash back of the girl in the grave yard. The one Shenzi ripped apart. These two girls go hand in hand. Maybe they would meet up for coffee and discuss horrible ways to disembowel someone.

Giles continued. "Or she would torment her victims with a game of Russian Roulette."

"Or she'll just shot you straight out." Buffy added.

Giles took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "I believe you just annoyed her by staking her and she decided that it would be easier to just shot you. As for you resurrection, I cannot explain that. Maybe you could ask this white lady of yours, or at least Lilith." He handed Buffy the book. "Was this Ally?"

Inside the book was a newspaper-like photo of Ally. Her hair was done up in a bun onto of her head. A soft sprinkling of wavy hair framed her face. The picture had a 70's feel to it. But she wasn't wearing tie-dye tops and hot pants. She was dressed decently in a lacy shirt that left loads to the imagination and a long wavy skirt. She looked natural. She wasn't aware that this photo was being taken.

"This photo was taken by a watcher who worked for a newspaper in Europe. He died shortly, trying to find anything on her. All we found was this photo and some short notes. She is unlike any demon we have seen before. It was believed that she may be a new breed of demon. And hopefully she's the only one there is. If she is in Sunnydale and finds out you're still alive, she will not be very happy.

To be continued…