Chapter 3
Buffy slammed her book shut for the 32nd time that night. Thirty-two books, and there was nothing that even hinted about the two mystery components to the prophecy.
"Wills, I can't find anything…" Buffy trailed off, noticing Willow's face glued to the computer screen. Usually that was a natural occurrence, but not accompanied by the look of shock pasted on Willow's face.
"Will, what is it?"
Willow sat unresponsive, eyes wide with shock, and her mouth hanging open. Buffy ran to look over her shoulder, and gasped as she read. Willow, finally finding her voice, started reading what had disturbed the two Scoobies so much.
"Mystery Rapist Takes a Bite out of Reduced Crime Rates."
"Will, please tell me that doesn't mean what I think it does."
Willow shook her head, her body still influenced by the shock.
"Buffy it's all here. Teeth marks in the victims' necks, and insignia. Damn it, it's gotta be him. There's got to be another Hellmouth in New York City. And the First is going to open it."