Since only a handful out of the couple hundred people that viewed it reviewed, I'm adding in the author's notes. Oh, and since I don't want to make you guys suffer by not being able to read more because SOMEBODY (you know who you are) didn't review, I'm going to drop the amount of reviews I want to five, meaning when I get 15 reviews total, I'll update.

To anonymous reviewer 'natn', yes there probably will be a Rachel/Puck, both there might be some Buffy/Puck. I'll leave it up to you.

To another anonymous reviewer 'LikeMuh...Fashnik' I didn't mean for it to be a Kendra quote or anything, but when I read your review, I was like "Huh! It is like Kendra!"

As for everyone else who reviewed, put me on Author alert, Story alert and just read it, *squeak* thank you!

Found out

By the time I left the school grounds, the sun was setting. I made my way to the cemetery where Buffy and I had agreed to meet.

I was about ten metres away from the entrance when I was approached by a guy that I'd never seen before.

"Hey, there little girl, you look lost," he said in a low voice. I kept walking into the cemetery.

"N-no. I'm actually here to see my mum," I replied in a fake shaky voice. He grinned evilly.

"Run!" he growled. I did as he said and tried to hold back my laughter.

I made it to a clearing, where there was few graves around, and stopped to turn around.

I smiled sweetly at him as he spoke.

"There are things out there that you don't want to cross. Coming here at night was a silly mistake on your behalf, but on my behalf, I thank you for it. I haven't fed in three days," he said as he vamped out. He lunged at me and I stepped aside, making him hit the ground hard. he got up.

I punched him in the gut, then the face, and as he tried to return them, I crouched down and spun myself, leg extended. It hit him in the back of the knees, causing him to fall over. He quickly jumped back up and punched me hard, sending me into the ground with a thud. Dazed, I got up, shook my head to get out the dizziness, and pulled out the stake I had tucked into my pants earlier on. I round-house kicked him and he stumbled backwards. In one swift movement, I punched him, then staked him. I watched as he turned to dust.

"Rachel?" I turned to see Buffy, frozen.

"Buffy! I can explain!" I said hurriedly. "I-"

"You're a vampire slayer, too?" she interrupted me.

"What do you mean by 'too'?" I asked.

"I'm a vampire slayer. I died for about a minute, when the master rose, then I killed him, then a new slayer, Kendra was called, then she died, then Faith was called, the I stabbed her-"

"You killed Faith. She died for just a moment. My watcher told me. Wow! What are the odds of my cousin, out of every-one in the world, being the legendary slayer that died, but lived," I said, sitting down on the soft grass. She joined me.

"So this is what you called me here for? To tell me that you were a slayer?" she asked.

"Not just that. After I found out that you were THE slayer just now, I thought that maybe you could help me to train for a while?" I looked up at her, pouting.

"Sure!" she said, and kissed my cheek. "I've missed you."

"Me, too. It seems like just yesterday that you and I were sisters, dancing, singing, playing dress-ups, baking brownies that made everyone puke it back out. Sigh, those were the days," I smiled. There was movement behind a grave stone nearby, and Buffy and I jumped up to face it. I looked at her and she motioned me to go around on the left and that she'd take the right.

I saw that it was a boy about my age, staring fixedly on a single grave. Buffy was about to attack when I recognised him.

"Puck?!" I looked at him and he looked back at me in momentary surprise before frowning in thought.

"You're that girl that tripped over and into me," he said in recognition.

"You know him?" Buffy asked. I ignored her.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Puck.

"I'm here to see my grandmother. I'm not supposed to know about her, so I only come at night. I've got to go..." he began to walk away. Buffy came over to stand next to me.

Puck turned back and said, "Oh, and about the whole slayer thing I just heard? I won't tell anybody."

With that he left.

"Break me off a piece of that!" Buffy said, laughing. "Wait! He knows! Oh, this is not good!"

She began to pace, her hands gripped into her hair.

"Relax, he wouldn't risk being dubbed insane by telling anyway," I reassured her, to no avail.

"No, no, no, no, no, this is really not good," she paused for a moment, "But he was kind of yummy."

I laughed.

O.o

Later on that night, Buffy and I had snuck back into the school to train, as we had no other place that was indoors. We could hear heavy rain beating down on the windows, and echoing on the aluminium roof.

Buffy had set up two identical training spaces, gymnastics mats, punching bags, balance beams and a piece of thin wood about 2 cm wise and 7 metres long.

I copied her as she punched and kicked the air in different, smooth movements that all flowed together as one. She approached me after about 30 minutes of that, then lead me over to her piece of wood.

"Now, I want you to remember what I do, then copy it exactly. Okay?" she flipped herself over into a handstand, then flipped herself over and over and over until she had reached the end of the plank of wood., then completed a series of back flips back to the end that she started on, her hands not once coming in contact with the wood.

I nodded, approached my plank and took a deep breath. I let it out as I began to copy her exactly. It was fairly easy, but then she pointed me to the beam balance.

"Good, now, I want you to do exactly the same but on this. Can you so that?" she asked. I nodded enthusiastically.

"You bet!" I replied, popping up on the apparatus and repeating the flips quickly.

"That was the easy part. Now we are going to work on your stealth. Follow me," she waved me to follow her. We walked out the doors to a house. "This is my friend's house. She doesn't mind people in there that I know and like, and, so this is the perfect place," she told me, pointing to a girl about her age, walking around, talking on the phone.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked her. She smiled a cheeky smile and spoke in a low, but cheery voice (if that makes sense).

"I want you to sneak in, past where she is talking – no detours – and up into her bedroom. When she's not listening, I want you to press play on her CD player, turn the volume up really loudly and climb out of her bedroom window. If she catches you, she will hurt you. The most important thing to remember is don't get caught," her tone changed into a serious one. Hurt me? What does she mean hurt me? Didn't she just say that she didn't mind having people in her house?

"Hurt me? What do you mean hurt me? Didn't you just say that she didn't mind having people in her house?" I spoke my mind frantically. "okay, this is confusing."

"She doesn't, but she doesn't know you. At first, she'll think that you're a demon or robber and try to hurt you. You can fight back, but remember not to hurt her too bad, or she'll not trust you."

"Oh.." I breathed, looking blankly into space. "Okay, then."

I stood up and made my way over to the front door. I looked in through the window but ducked straight back down when I saw that she was turning around. I changed tactics and went to the room adjacent to the one she was in through the window.

Her kitchen was classical and the wallpaper in the hall reminded me of my grandmother's bedroom. The hardwood floor made it harder for me to be silent, but I managed. I crept past the room she was in and I crept up the stairs, stepping mostly on the edge of each step where the wood beneath the thick, chocolate brow carpet was strongest.

Upstairs was more modern. The walls were painted white rather than wallpapered. The hardwood floor was still the same, though. I made my way along, looking in all of the rooms as I passed, looking for her bedroom. I came to a stop at the last door in the hallway. I stepped through, admiring the woodwork of the bed and the drawers.

I was snapped out of my moment with the furniture by the sound of glass shattering. It sounded more like a window than a plate or mug. What's worse is when I heard Buffy's friend shout out for help, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

I completely forgot about the stereo and ran down stairs as quickly as I could. I ran into the dining room, but ran straight back out when I saw that she wasn't there. I searched the rest of the house, not finding her anywhere. I ran out to the street and looked both ways before crossing the road (my parents insisted on pedestrian safety) to where Buffy was. She looked up at me expectantly.

"So, what song was it?"she asked.

"None. A demon took her," I said, quietly panicking. Buffy just laughed. I looked at her incredulously. Just then, there was a rustling in the bush behind me. I turned with a gasp and took a fighting stance. The rustling grew louder until I could see the branches moving.

A dark figure emerged.

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I know that its only very short, but I was grounded. No, I'm not some bad ass rebel kid. I just wouldn't do my school work. So any way, thanks to all those 10 people who reviewed. I was REALLY disappointed with the response. Oh! And thanks to 'eromdaer451QI' for the e-cupcake! I loved it! It was delicious.

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