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Author's Note: This part has officially been broken into two parts. The first part is way shorter than the second part, as you'll see when I finish and post the latter half. My full notes on this part will be in the next section, as well.

Enjoy this teaser everybody!

In Memoriam: To Tim Knight. I can't believe it's been over a year. Gah! Time flew!

Twilight Unicorn: The Vampiric Unicorn (who finally got her Muses off of their butts to help her write this part!)

Part 14, Act I

Sunnydale: Magic Box (Training Room), Noon, Day 5

"D'Hoffryn," Anya exclaimed in shock, before placing a protective arm around her belly.

"That's what the man said," Rave commented, as he sprawled out on a couch.

"But what would he want with our baby," Xander asked, confusion evident in his voice and eyes. "The kid's not even born yet!"

"That may be so," Giles said, as he took off his glasses, "but it will not be long before the child is."

"Then we'd better find the answer to this riddle before that happens," Willow mumbled distractedly, as she wrote furiously on a pad of paper before her.

"Giles, what do you know about this new Slayer that's coming," Tara inquired.

The Watcher stopped wiping his glasses, and fiddled with them – not looking at anyone –, as he said, "Ah, besides the girl's name and when she'll be arriving here?" He looked up with a grimace. "Nothing."

"Then maybe you'd better be findin' out who this girl is," Gunn said from where he leaned against Rave's couch. "I'd hate ta be thinkin' that a potential ally is really an enemy... Ya know what I mean."

Willow looked up, startled, before saying, "Considering our track record with that happening, we'd better check this new Slayer out!"

"But, but," Anya suddenly said in near hysteria. "What about D'Hoffryn!"

"From my understanding, you're a former demon, right," Rave asked while looking at Anya. At her nod of confirmation, he said, "Then, contact some of your ex-coworkers that you trust. You might be able to get something from them."

There was a moment of silence as Anya looked thoughtful, before nodding her head and saying, "There's one I might be able to do that with."

"Before you call this person, Anya," Giles said. "I would recommend you do it tonight with everyone here."

"Our usual time at seven, Giles," Tara inquired.

"Yes."

Sunnydale: Magic Box (Training Room), 1:45pm, Day 5

"You wished to speak to me, Rupert?"

"Yes, I do, Quinton. I have some questions concerning the new Slayer Dora, that I would like answered before her arrival in two days."

"What do you wish to know?"

"Her age and appearance to begin with, as well as a last name."

"The Slayer Dora is twelve years of age, is of Greek descent, and has no last name."

"Why does she not have a last name?"

"Hers is one of the lineages that our Council has watched over and protected since our founding, Rupert. In truth, it is due to her ancestress that we formed the Council. (pause) She is a Daughter of Pandora."

"Dear Lord. Is she merely related, or in line to be Matriarch?"

"She is already in possession of the Box."

"My God! And you are sending her here. (pause) Are you mad? That artifact has no need to be near the Hellmouth! Why did you not tell me this before?"

"I was somewhat distracted, Rupert. If you care to recall our last conversation!"

"Why on–! (pause) Quinton, it is times like this that I wonder why it was you who was chosen to be Head of our order... Is there any possible way for her to leave the Box with another of her line?"

"No, there is not. Dora's mother died protecting her ten years ago from a demon attack, and her grandmother perished last year of a stroke. She is the only one of her line left alive who can possess the Box."

(long pause) "Quinton, she cannot possibly come here. It is just too dangerous! Is there a safe haven that she might stay at until we deal with the situation here?"

"Rupert, you are the safe haven. All possible sanctuaries do not have the level of protection that can be called upon by your group in a short amount of time."

"A good portion of our group is elsewhere right now, Quinton."

"That may be so, but you do have the resources to bring them in quickly, should you need to. You must understand: we have looked elsewhere. Your people are the only solution to where she might go to be safe."

"These are dark times indeed, if a besieged Hellmouth is considered the safest place to be. (pause) Very will then: let it be upon your head, should her presence here cause havoc."

Sunnydale: Magic Box, 2:30pm, Day 5

Ring. R–

"Magic Box. Willow speaking."

"Hey, Willow, it's Cordelia."

"Hi! You alright? You sound stressed."

"Stressed doesn't even cover it. Our wild goose chase has officially been canceled, due to the fact that Angel's too badly hurt to keep up the charade, and Buffy's not leaving his side. Oh, and Wesley has yet to make an appearance in the past two or three days. Other than that, everything's just peachy! (pause) So, how are things where you are?"

"Wait, Angel's hurt? How back?"

"He's paralyzed from the waist down, and is bitching up a storm because he's not allowed out of bed for a week. Doctor's orders."

"That's not good. But what's this about Wesley? Do you know why he's gone?"

"Nope. We know jack-squat about whatever the Hell he's doing. I mean, we'd understand if he snuck off to see Fred while she's visiting her parents. We'd expect that, 'cause he'd leave some clue to where he's gone. But we've got nothing to go on, except he's been on the phone a lot with people that aren't his girlfriend."

"Weird."

"I know, but until Wes makes an appearance, there's not much we can do. Anyways, what's happening where you are? Has that new Slayer shown up yet?"

"Well, we seem to be making headway on why the demons are all coming here. But we wont be sure until tonight. As to your second question: her name's Dora, and she'll be here in two days. Although, from some of the info we've gathered, it seems Dora might be a part of our demon problem."

"What do you mean? Oh, wait. We'll have to talk later. Our MIA is about to walk through the door."

"Ok. Later then."

"Later. (pregnant pause) WESLEY WINDAM-PRICE! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" (slam)

Next Part: Act II of Part 14, aka a spell and some expected yet unexpected visitors!