Buffy leaned back into the car seat and opened the window. She breathed in the cool night air and began to relax. She had been so wound up all day with anticipation of tonight's journey that she thought she may go crazy. She spent the better part of her day sitting in class dazed and watching the minutes click by.

When that last bell rang she almost jumped for joy and ran sprinting towards the library to a waiting Giles. He suggested they spar for an hour or so until her mother got home from work. She didn't mean to but all that pent up energy came out while she was training with Giles. He held large pads on his hands and had her practicing high kicks. She kicked his right hand, spun around fast and raised her leg to kick his left hand but her aim was a little off and she kicked him in the chest knocking all the breath from him, sending him backwards into the counter. He hit the ground with a loud thump and let out a breath. It took him a moment or two to catch his breath before he attempted to get up from the floor. Buffy ran to him screaming his name and feeling so bad for hitting him. "I'm so sorry Giles. I don't know my own strength sometimes. I didn't mean it. Are you ok?" Buffy held out a hand to help him rise and one look into her sorrow filled eyes and Giles melted. He was not mad at Buffy but he was a little surprised that she could catch him off guard like that. He had trained for many years at the council and had never been knocked down like this before. He looked at her again and realized she had a sheer look of terror in her eyes and he began to feel bad for her. "Its ok Buffy, I'm fine. Just a little winded but I think that is enough training for today." Giles gave her a smile then staggered over to the table to sit and catch his breath fully.

"I think I might as well head home to meet mom anyway. She wants to have a family dinner before she leaves for her trip tonight. I still have some things to pack for myself, besides; I think I've done enough damage here." Buffy giggled and put a hand on her watchers shoulder. He smiled back and shook his head. With that said she grabbed her stuff and headed out the door.

She had dinner with her mother and they said their good byes. She packed the rest of her things and headed back to the library to meet up with the gang and wait for Whistler. On the way to the school, Buffy took a short cut through Whitfield Cemetery, she was so wound up that if she didn't release at least some energy she might not be able to sit in that car for the whole ride to LA. She just wanted a little rumble to get the juices flowing and blow off steam, but it was looking like a bust. She was almost to the edge of the cemetery and nothing. Not one evil beastie in sight and she thought she may have to find another way to get ride of the pent up energy she now had. Just as she reached the sidewalk though, she heard a scream coming from behind her. She dropped her bag on the bench that sat beside the curb and turned to run towards the sound of the screams. She ran weaving in and out of tomb stones and ran towards a large mausoleum. She heard another scream as she turned the corner to the back side of the mausoleum and stopped dead in her tracks.

It was the ugliest thing she had ever seen. Large bulging red eyes glowed in the dark and it stunk like week old Chinese food. It was almost seven foot tall, dark greenish brown skin, and long fat fingers with three inch nails. She thought to herself 'The smell alone would make me scream'. It had cornered two teenage girls and it had one of them pinned to the ground with his foot. When he turned to look at Buffy she saw slimy goo dripping from his mouth. "Oh, yuck…….ugly, smelly, and a drooler, I think someone is in bad need of a shower and maybe a box or two of breathe mints. NASTY. Hey, why don't you let the girls go and we have that talk about personal hygiene." The demon let out a loud howl and it looked like its eyes glowed darker. Buffy didn't wait for it to advance on her; she spun around and kicked it with all her weight sending it sailing backwards to the ground. "Now would be a good time to get out of here" she yelled at the two girls. They didn't say anything just sprinted away as fast as they could. The demon got to his feet and let out another screech this one sounding more like a battle cry. Enraged, with eyes glowing a deeper shade of red, it ran at full force towards her. It was large, bulky kind of, and didn't move as fast as Buffy could. As soon as it reached her, she bent her knees and somersaulted over the demons head landing on her feet and punching it with both fists in the back. It hit the mausoleum wall with a loud thump and Buffy thought she heard the sound of bones crunch. It fell backwards to the ground and shook its head a moment before trying to rise up again.

Buffy stood in a battle stance and waited for the demon to get to his feet. It slowly got off the ground grunting and spewing bloody saliva from its mouth. Its eyes dimmed somewhat and it was having a hard time breathing. It stumbled towards Buffy and she backed away slightly. The smell of this thing was making her stomach turn and she thought if she had to endure much more of it she may loose her dinner. She went to punch it again but this time as she approached it, it dropped to dodge her blow and back handed her hard across the face. The hit was hard enough to cause her to hit the ground hard but she jumped back up and kicked the monster with a roundhouse kick sending it back into the wall. She never gave it a chance to recover. She kicked its head up and punched strait through its chest killing it.

The fight left her feeling tired for the first time all day. She finally got some good violence in and felt much better. She picked up her bag and headed off to the school.

It was several hours later that she and Whistler started driving towards LA. The two didn't speak much during the trip. She wasn't sure if it was because she was tired or felt awkward talking to a stranger. Yes they had spoken a few times but he was still a big mystery to her. She wanted to ask who they were seeing but decided it could wait until they arrived in LA.

LA.

Angel was stunned into silence. Who was this guy and how did he know him. He had a photographic memory and he would have remembered meeting this guy. He stared at the man with a puzzled look on his face. The man could see that Angel was uncomfortable and he tried to bail him out. "Sorry lad, the answer to you question, even though you haven't asked, is no. We don't really know each other. I know you, but we have never been introduced, officially that is." The man got up and held his hand out to Angel. "Doyle, nice to meet ya."

Angel took his hand and still had the same puzzled look glued to his face. "How do you know me?"

"See, you are Angel, vampire with a soul, right. I was sent here by the Powers that Be. They sent me here to help guide you." Doyle motioned Angel to sit with him. Angel hesitated for a moment then took a seat across from him. "You work for the Powers of what? I don't under stand. How are you supposed to guide me? I am just a vampire, a soul yes, but still evil, you know." Angel's puzzled look turned to one of skepticism. He thought this guy was nuts.

"Yea, I know it's a bit of a pill to swalla, but I work for the good guys. They give me these visions telling me to help people. Now I'm here to help you. They tell me you have a destiny to fulfill but it's up to you to do it. I'm just here to help you decide what you want. I know your confused, and so am I a little, but I think I can help you if you let me. Do you have a place to sleep?" Doyle sounded sincere to Angel but he still didn't know if he should trust him. "Not really, I was going to try and find a place when you got my attention." Doyle smiled and got up from the table. "Come on, you can crash at my place until you figure out what's what."