"What is this place?" I cough as clouds of dust fill my lungs.

"It's going to be your training room." Morgana answered me proudly.

"What am I training for, a Merry Maid?" Damian hit me on the back of my head "Ow! What was that for?"

"It took me a long time to find this place, be grateful."

'This place' was an abandoned one room building. It was strange, not big enough to be a warehouse, but why the hell would you have a random room in the middle of a city? As I ran into a ladder I realized it wasn't quite one room. I looked up rubbing my head. Above me was little more than a catwalk running around the wall. It had a rail, and was full of random crap. In fact, that could be said for the whole building. Mostly it was wood and poisonous chemicals, but there was also tools and cloth, and probably rats.

"It looks like it's in no condition for training. What happened to using your brother's training room?"

Morgana looked sheepish "Turns out he installed cameras. He saw me sneaking in there one time."

"Great…" I say, taking time to examine my surroundings. "So I guess before we can do anything we better get all this crap cleaned up."

I found some more advantages to being a vampire. The super strength thing? Really good at picking random bits of two ton debrees. And the whole already dead thing? All those noxious fumes can no longer make me sick, or even dizzy. Lets hear it for inhumanity!

After a few hours we got everything set into piles, by that time it was already getting late… or early…

"I better get going."

"That's fine, we'll have it all cleaned up by tomorrow night. Meet us here k?" Morgana said, not even looking up from her work.

"Right. Better be sparkling by the time I come back."

"Eye, eye captain!" Damian gave me a mock salute.

Meanwhile, elsewhere

"This is strange." A girl with shoulder length straight red hair and blue eyes sat in front of a computer. She chew on her lip thoughtfully.

"What's up Will?" A boy with short, dark brown hair and dark eyes rolled his hair over to where Willow was sitting.

"Well, this says that one of the visitors to the slayer site cant be traced, but that's impossible because it's set to magically pick up on slayer signals. So it should be able to track where the slayer is but it's not working." She said, confusedly picking her words.

"Could there be something wrong with the system?" Willow shot him a dark look "Never mind, stupid question. Could a non-slayer get in, like a powerful witch or something?"

"Maybe, but I think I'd feel their power. This is so confusing Xander! What if some Uber baddy somehow was able to hack in and now has all of this information and it'll be all my fault everyone dies and I'll never forgive myself!"

"Willow, chill! You'll be able to work this out and find them, whoever they are, I'm sure."

Willow smiled "You're right, I just have to try really hard. I'll find whoever they are."

Back with our Protagonist, Marie began to sneeze repeatedly. "Someone's talking about me! That's never a good thing…"

"Marie, you better be doing your homework!" her loving sister called.

"I am!" Marie collapsed back onto her bed. "Jeeze, I never thought being dead would be so much work, I'm beat." she looked at the clock to see it was very early morning. "A few hours of sleep wont hurt." she muttered before falling promptly to sleep.

Author: sorry it was so short, I'll write more soon!