The hours of night and day fade into each other. The walk back to the warehouse wasn't long as I thought it would be, but a quiet one. My head tried to come back with a million ideas as to what I was up against, but I couldn't think of one. Could it be something from our past coming to haunt us once again? Would they really do that three times? I tried to think and as I did, one question appeared: What would Buffy do. Though Buffy had a strategic group in Giles, Willow, and Xander, all I have is Jordan and Faith. In a sense Faith would take Buffy's place and Jordan would take Willows. So who would that leave me to be? Xander?

Oh god. I'm a Zeppo.

I am worth more than he was. I mean, Xander was always a major part of the group. He demolished black willow for christ sakes! And all he did was talk! That's brilliant moves for someone who doesn't have a power don't you think? I mean Xander was always a hero to me, he had this thing bout him that drove a girl crazy. I mean I can see why Anya –

Wait.

"Dawn?"

What the hell am I doing? This is not a time to be thinking about Alexander Harris. For all I know, he's forgotten me.

"Yo, D!"

They always do.

"Dawnie," Faith said as she shook me.

I must have doze off, while thinking about things. Faith was lying on the floor sleeping the rest of the night away while Jordan went to the computer room to find out what happened in the cemetery. I swore it was only five seconds. I rubbed my face as I turned to see that it was increasingly light outside.

"There are girls here," faith continued.

I took a deep breath and let out a mere stretch. "Tell them to align in the boxing ring. They know what to do. Just stand in there and don't say anything."

She nodded and walked out of the room. I can hear her voice bounce of the warehouse walls as she yelled at them to line up. I stood up and stretched my legs. I put my hair in a ponytail and put on my army jacket. I walked out of the back room and toward the ring.

They stood quiet, waiting for what was to be heard. I entered the ring and clasped my hands together and stared at them for only a second. I can tell they were interested in Faith.

"This is Faith Lehane," I announced to the potential slayers. The girls stood in a lined formation inside of the boxing ring like they had yesterday. They dressed in gym clothes, like you would at a gym. By the way they stood, they way they dressed, I knew they didn't take this as seriously as they should. "This is the slayer. The main one. The official honorary one." Faith's face lit up, as she suddenly became the center of conversation, the potentials looked at her like she was one of those celebrities on a red carpet. "She's here to talk to you guys, teach you a few things. If you got questions, which I'm sure you do, ask 'em now. "

The warehouse was quiet and all that can be heard is the echo of my voice. Faith looked at me with a sense of worry. She placed her hands behind her back as she lowered her head hiding behind her brown hair, laughing at me. A beat passes by and the girls share a look with each other as if they were telekinetic. They shared a look until it was passed down to the last girl. She looked at them, then at me, and then for a brief moment she stared at Faith. I glanced at Faith from the corner of my eye as faintly smiled at the girl. She slowly raised her hand and slowly she spoke.

"Dawn?"

I tried to remember her name, but I didn't have to because it was on her name chain, "Amy? You have a question?"

She put her hand down, "I know you told us that to be a slayer is our destiny and we can't change it, b-but... what is a vampire slayer exactly?"

It took me a moment. I had to explain to these girls the legend, the history of the slayers. I had to explain to them what my sister was. I had to explain what she did, and how she died. I had to explain that when I was their age, I couldn't do anything for myself. I had to explain why I wasn't a slayer, and why I didn't do anything special. I had five seconds to come up with a way to not cry. I had to tell them.

As I began to part my lips to tell them how despicable I was, I felt a hand place on my shoulder. I felt a shock served through my spine, a feeling I haven't felt for almost seven years. "Don't worry D," she said with a soothing tone applied to her voice, "I got this. Go check on Jordan or something."

My jaw extended more, I wanted to say that I had this... But the truth was I didn't. I didn't know what to say. It was better for a true slayer to explain than for me to. I closed my mouth and nodded, agreeing that she was the right person for the job. I slowly made my way out of the boxing ring, but before I could she started to speak to them.

"To be a slayer," she started as I put one foot out of the rope, "means to be... a warrior. From the beginning of time there was mankind, nature and evil. Around that time, weird old African men realized that no one man can defeat evil. So they did their weird Voodoo thing, and realized they could put the power of a thousand men into one person. A girl preferably. Now this girl, since the beginning of time, would be taught the history and train and be watched over by a man named the watcher. Now... these girls lives didn't last long. Some didn't even make it passed 18. And When one died, another slayer was born."

Amy didn't understand. She interrupted, "I don't get it. Then how come there's so many of us? Slayers, I mean."

Faith hung her head, while she tried to find the right words. She tried to find the right way to explain what happened 9 years ago. She tried to explain Buffy. She looked back at me, she knew I was behind her. The girls looked at me too, trying to figure out what we were hiding. I crossed my arms and nodded, they wanted to know how they became what they are. They needed to know everything.

Faith turned back to them, and they focused their attention back to her.

"There was this girl," she paused, looking away from them, "Her name was Buffy and she was the greatest slayer of my generation. There were three slayers in my time. Buffy, but then she died. But she came back to life. When Buffy was dead for brief moments, Another slayer, named Kendra was created. & when she died, I was created. It was Buffy and I against the world. Buffy was a special girl, better than I was."

She smiled, but it came and then went. As the smiled vanished she looked at them, with glassy eyes. Her voice crumbled softly,

"About less than a decade ago, there was like this world war three. But more like War about the bad against all mankind. Buffy was so frustrated because there was no written record of how to stop something like that. The evil guy would take the physical image of everyone who had died. Believe me, we've seen a lot of people die. He even started taking out all of the potential slayers and we had to find them and to train them. Believe me when I say they were more annoying than any of you could be. They didn't have the power that Buffy and I possessed & at the last moment, Buffy came up with this idea that was so crazy. She knew two slayers of the whole world, they couldn't do this on their own. So what she did was, she went to her best friend who was an amazing witch. They did some magic spell to make all potential slayers, actual slayers. And the appocalypse... Well I'm pretty sure you guys know what happened."

"So you saved the world," one girl said.

"Nah," Faith responded slyly, "It was just another Wednesday to me."

I smiled, and tightly crossed my arms. As I began to walk away to look for Jordan, she cleared her throat and spoke as loud as she dared to.

"I-uh... I am not perfect. There were many times I went against Buffy. I did a lot of crazy crap."

I stopped midway but refused to turn around. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on her voice.

"Sometimes I even tried to kill her. I was confused and I became the enemy. I was so hooked on having her life, that I forgot about what the real story was and that's to help the ones who can't help themselves. And on this road, you're gonna get mixed up in the crazy life. You're going to encounter a lot of girls who are going to be like what I used to be, confused. I don't want you to be like me. I don't want you to be unhappy with the choices you make. I want you to live like Buffy. I want you to live...for me."

I opened my eyes and tears started to crawl down my cheeks as I chewed the inside of my bottom lip. It was quiet and I can hear the door in the computer room close. I knew Faith was looking at me, hoping that I would turn around, but I refused to look at her. I refused to let her see me vulnerable. I cleared my throat and heard her clap her hands together. "Okay," she said in one sigh, "do you guys know Self defense?" It was quiet. She let out a mere snort, "I feel bad, because that shit won't do you any good."

I smiled softly as I walked to the back of the room. I wiped my eyes with my thumbs as discreetly as I could. Unfortunately, I failed at the discreet part.

"Hey, Dawn. Are you okay," Jordan asked as he came walking fast to me.

I cleared my throat again. "Oh yeah," I lied, "It's just allergies. You know how that goes."

"Yeah," he said slowly. At that moment I knew that he didn't believe me. "If you have a chance, can you come with me downstairs. There's something I think you should see."

When we headed downstairs I knew something was wrong. He kept looking at me, like he was trying to prevent saying something to me. But I thought I was high off of the emotions so I left it alone. While he logged onto his computer, I stared at his little portable tv he had and I began to watch the news.

Something suspicious was going on a little outside of Chicago. There were unique pot holes that seemed truly familiar too. If I didn't know any better I would think they looked like sunnydale.

"Okay," he said consciously. "Last night was freaky, right?"

"Way freaky," I replied.

"Okay so I checked everywhere around here," he said while he clicked his mouse and type a few words. "We saw the vampires, but we didn't see any of them crawl out, remember?"

"Mhmm," I moaned signaling him to keep going.

"So I had a theory that they didn't come from this part of town. So I checked all the different highschool's in chicago – Just so I can check the different neighborhoods. Now in Chicago there's three cemeteries, and one animal cemetery." I looked at him as if he was crazy. He caught my look and countered with a childish smile, "I had to check all the bases."

He began to click his mouse and keyboard once again and then stopped. "I checked all of the schools – even their newspapers about any deaths, and there weren't any... Except one - but he had cancer so I'm sure we could rule that out! Then I had to look through all of the autopsies in Illinois for the past week see about anyone being drained of their blood and still there was nothing funny." He stopped. He looked at me and took a deep breath.

My eyebrows bridged together as I tried to read his face. "What Jordan?"

"When I went to check if there was something funny outside of Illinois, I found a lot of things but one place came up particularly mysterious. So I made a chart, so you could take a look for yourself."

I parted my lips to ask him where. I wanted him to cut this expense crap, and just tell me. He clicked his mouse and typed into his computer one more time. He moved a few inches away from the computer so I could lean over into it and looked at the map that he had put onto the screen. "I hope you were good in social studies," he joked insecurely as he pressed enter on the keyboard.

Red dots appeared on the screen. As they populated places, they populated places like where Sunnydale used to be. But as they populated more near chicago, my heart dropped.

This couldn't be right. Out of all places, they shouldn't be coming from the least expected place.

"Is this accurate," I asked with a demanding tone through my teeth.

He took a deep breath, trying not to answer my question.

"Jordan, God Dammit! I asked you a question!"

He jumped, afraid of my tone, he answered immediately. "15 minutes accurate!"

I busted out of the room and went up stairs. I walked as fast as I could to Faith. Oblivious to what was going on, she spoke to me with a smile on her face.

"Hey, D," she said Slyly. "These girls are bad ass. You got a group on you."

I stared sternly into her eyes, hoping she would take what I had to say calmly.

Her smile vanished as she read my face, "What's wrong? What do you know?"

"Cleavland," I said as my voice shook, "they are coming from Cleveland."

Her eyebrows burrowed together. She shook her head, " There's something you're not telling me. I dont get it. Why are they coming into Chicago, Dawn?"

I licked my lips and continued, "You need to go back. I know you're smart, Faith. So I know you have a hidden location. You need to protect Giles. He knows too much. I'll be there within the month."

She rolled her eyes and impatiently she spoke, "Why are they coming here, Dawn?"

I didn't want to tell her the truth. But I felt it was inevitable. It was do or die, and if I didn't plan this right we would die faster than we could do. My breath became uneven.

"They're coming for me."