Earth 1109 A.D.

Jonta walked into the room and stared at the council members.

"Taytra is gone," Jonta said, glancing quickly at Altreck, "Luken killed her." There was suddenly whispering among the members and Jonta didn't have to guess why. Taytra could have been the one. The one who would know the love of a demon. Altreck was the first to speak.

"She must have let her guard down," Altreck replied, a tear slipped down his cheek as he glanced down at the floor. Loshke, the one who had started the council stood up and glanced around at the other members.

"No watcher will ever tell his slayer of this again," Loshke said, "Taytra thought a demon loved her so she let her guard down. We cannot take that kind of chance again." Altreck stood up quickly.

"I don't think that's why she let her guard down," Altreck said, "Taytra was smarter than that." Loshke turned his attention to Altreck.

"We don't know why she let her guard down," Loshke responded, "But we can't let another slayer make the same mistake."

London, 1870:

"Bridgett!" Cecily cried out happily as Bridgett walked slowly back in through the gates, "where have you been?" Cecily's eyes fell to the jacket Bridgett was wearing. Bridgett gave Cecily a small smile.

"A boy gave it to me," Bridgett said, turning around happily to model the coat for Cecily. Cecily frowned.

"What boy?" Cecily asked, stepping closer to Bridgett. They we're both only ten years old but Cecily was the reason Bridgett had a roof over her head. Cecily's father was one of the richest men in London and Bridgett's family worked for him.

"He said his name is William," Bridgett said causing Cecily to laugh. Cecily only knew of one William that would have a jacket like that and he was the biggest joke at the school they went to.

"William?" Cecily asked, "he must have meant for you to bring it to me." Cecily held her hand out for the jacket.

"But he gave it to me, Miss Cecily," Bridgett said. Cecily rolled her eyes and grabbed the sleeve of the jacket.

"Give me the jacket, Bridgett," Cecily responded, glaring at Bridgett. Tears fell from Bridgett's eyes as she slipped the jacket off and handed it to Cecily.

Cecily smiled at Bridgett and turned to run into the house and find her father. She found him in his study like he usually was. She stood by the door and quickly worked up a good cry before walking through the door into his office.

"Papa, William gave Bridgett his jacket," Cecily said, a forced tear slipping down her cheek. Her father stood up and quickly walked around his desk.

"Why does it have you so upset?" Cecily's father asked. Cecily sobbed loudly and hugged her father.

"I like William," Cecily said between sobs, "but he prefers Bridgett." Cecily's father patted her back.

"Well, William doesn't need a match with a young lady like Bridgett anyway," Cecily's father said, "I'm sure he was only being polite but I will talk to Bridgett's father about this." Cecily smiled but changed her smile to a frown quickly and backed away from her father.

"No, papa," Cecily said, "I don't want to get Bridgett into any trouble. She's my best friend." Cecily's father sighed and shook his head.

"I understand, dear, but Bridgett just cannot be allowed to associate with young gentleman like, William," Cecily's father replied.

Cecily walked out of the office moments later with a smile on her face. Things always worked out the way she wanted.

Los Angelos, Present:

Faith was already in the kitchen when Buffy came downstairs for breakfast.

"Hungry?" Faith asked, holding up a piece of toast. Buffy laughed and shook her head. Soon after Sunnydale was destroyed they had all come to Los Angelos. Now Faith was working with Angel and Buffy was a counselor at a local high school. Dawn was helping Angel when she had the chance but she spent a lot of her time babysitting for Cordelia.

Buffy poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat down at the table across from Faith.

"Have you ever heard of someone named Bridgett?" Buffy asked, "she may have been a slayer about the time Spike was sired." Faith gave Buffy a sympathetic look.

"Having dreams about him again?" Faith asked. Buffy shook her head.

"Not really," Buffy said, "their not the same. It's like I'm seeing things through Bridgett's eyes." Faith sighed and stood up to take her plate over to the sink.

"It was probably just a dream," Faith said, hoping up onto the counter and glancing down at Buffy.

"Yeah," Buffy answered, "it just felt so real."

London, 1880:

Bridgett watched the sad young man leave the mansion. She had thought the poem he had wrote for Miss Cecily had been beautiful. She thought he was a handsome young man and she had wished for years that he could love her instead of Cecily. She had watched them make fun of his poetry for years but no one had ever said anything as cruel as what Cecily had said.

Bridgett snuck out the back and ran quickly behind him. She knew he would probably go home and she knew where his home was so even if she couldn't find him she would have a good idea of where to find him later.

Bridgett spotted William as he turned onto another street, she ran to catch up to him and was only a few feet away when he stumbled into an alley. It didn't take her long to decide to follow him but by the time she got to the alley he was talking to someone else. A young woman with long black hair. She was very beautiful. William was facing Bridgett but for some reason he didn't notice her. It was like the young woman with the long black hair had some kind of spell over him.

"Bridgett!" her younger brother yelled from a few feet away. Bridgett quickly turned toward him.

"Bridgett, get back to the house. Madam will find a new maid and put you out in the cold," he continued, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from the alley second before William was sired.

I hope you all like the chapter. I'm going to start working on chapter 3 soon.