Not even two nights later, Buffy had decided to go out for a much needed patrol run, hoping to get some distance. Thoughts of the Master still taunted her, but Giles was certain there was no way that he would return. Apparently someone had set his grave on fire shortly after they buried him. Now as she gazed at the still charred ground, she found a bit of solace. That was, until a vampire came out of another nearby grave. Buffy jumped up from her somewhat comfy seat and went to attack, but a black figure came out of nowhere. It was clearly a female, but all Buffy could see were her eyes, a queer magenta/pink color. The figure attacked the vampire with strength that was certainly on par with Buffy's. Deciding it was no time for questions, Buffy joined the fight, helping fight the vampire to the ground so that the figure could stab the vamp with her dark wood stake. The wood almost looked like… "Mahogany?" Buffy asked aloud. "Who are you?"

"No one," the figure muffled, quickly taking away before Buffy could get her wits together. So Giles was right. There was another Slayer in town. Well, that just wasn't fair, thought Buffy. This one was a force to be reckoned with as well. She was stronger and faster than Buffy, almost as though she had trained her whole life. Still, it was the eyes that Buffy kept going back to whenever she marched into the library the next morning.

"They were pink!" Buffy raged, slamming her books down with a defeated sigh. Giles looked up from his book, perhaps another journal on the Phantomhive family. He had been studying them for the past two days, though if he found anything he was always more than reluctant to say.

"Could they have been contacts?" Willow asked.

"Well that rules out Rige," Xander happily chimed in.

"Not exactly," Willow argued. "I did say they could be contacts."

"That's very true," Giles muttered.

"No they actually reminded me of Mr. Michaelis' eyes," Buffy sided with Xander. "It was like her eyes were just naturally like that."

"Oh of course because Mr. Michaelis can't wear colored contacts," Xander replied.

"You just don't like him because every girl in school does like him, Xander," Willow pointed out. "What if she's related to him though?"

"Hey, that sounds like a good theory!" Buffy agreed.

"I don't believe Mr. Michaelis has any family," Giles countered. "I also do not believe that Mr. Michaelis is fond of wearing these, um, contacts as you say."

"What else could it be then?" Buffy asked. Giles sighed.

"I am reluctant to say, but there are indeed rumors of a demon who contracts with humans, though the breed has practically died out over time. They are like super humans, but it is their odd eye color that sets them off," Giles explained.

"How come we haven't heard of these types of demons before?" Willow asked.

"Well, as I said they did practically die out. The last anyone heard of one was from the Victorian era. You see, these are not normal demons. They are a sort of higher demonic race of sorts. Then again, I do not believe they are fully demon," Giles continued.

"Like vampires?" Buffy inquired. Giles shook his head. He looked up at the girls, and glanced over at Xander.

"No, not at all," Giles mused. "The very few recordings the Council has of these creatures hints at them being fallen angels." The room went silent. No one dared spoke a word, too shocked.

"Angels are real?" the three students finally asked in unison.

"Well, if demons are it would make sense that angels are too, wouldn't it?" Giles asked them.

"I guess it does. I'm surprised I haven't thought about it before," Buffy shrugged. The bell rang.

"You should all get to class. We can discuss this later," Giles urged. Buffy, Xander, and Willow all listened, walking out of the room, whispering about angels.

**Across Town**

"I can sense her," the black haired vampire whimpered. She was weakened, stretched out on a bed as she dreamily reached out for her lover. Drusilla could feel the energy pulsing through her.

"Who, love?" Spike asked, only half paying attention. The night before he had managed to convince the Anointed One that they were the perfect choice for killing the Slayer, or as it now seemed, Slayers.

"The second one," Drusilla replied. "Oh Spike! She's not human, not fully. I can sense it." Her mind and body ached already, and the idea of this new Slayer being more than just a Slayer was taking its toll on her as well.

"It can't be," Spike groaned. Drusilla propped herself up as Spike walked over to her. She hung her arms over his shoulder, resting her hands on his chest.

"I think it is. I can feel her, and him too," Drusilla whispered.

"I thought I'd lost her years ago," Spike sighed, leaning back ever so carefully. Drusilla playfully nipped at his ear.

"We'll get her this time, both of them," Drusilla assured with a smile. Spike was already beginning to hate his stay in Sunnydale.

**The Magic Shop**

It was already mid afternoon. Rige was leaning half asleep into the counter, waiting for Sebastian to come and relieve her of her duties. The door of the store opened, and in walked the same three school kids from yesterday and the librarian. "Back so soon?" she asked, stretching with a raised eyebrow. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you had any books on angels, or anything on fallen angels to be more precise," Giles replied. Rige flinched. So it was all coming back now.

"Well, I'll have to take a look," she replied. She began to walk around the counter before she suddenly paused. "Why do you need a book on fallen angels?" Rige asked sharply. The group was silent.

"We wanted to do some research," the red head mumbled. The door opened and Sebastian stepped into the room. Rige relaxed slightly.

"You can trust them, Rige," Sebastian assured. Rige crossed her arms, raising her chin up.

"Alright, I will if you tell me what you need these books for," Rige replied. The librarian began to clean his glasses.

"We need them for research on fallen angels. We are searching for someone who may be connected to them," he explained.

"Giles is a Watcher," Sebastian pointed out. Rige nodded slowly. That actually made sense.

"So I'm guessing that's why you were asking about Slayers then," Rige sighed. Giles nodded stiffly. The blonde's eyes narrowed.

"Wait, Mr. Michaelis, how do you know about Giles?" she asked.

"Buffy, I told him," Giles sighed.

"I believe some explanations are in order," Sebastian sighed. "Perhaps we should wait until Ciel gets here though. If we talk without him he'll have hell to give." Rige stifled a laugh.

"That's not fair to us. I demand to know what's going on here!" Buffy growled.

"That isn't our call to make Buffy," Giles warned. "Michaelis is right. We should wait for Ciel."

"Sit down then. Sebastian, if you make some tea, I'll get the books," Rige sighed. It was going to be a long evening.

A/N: So this is apparently my more popular story so far! I can live with that... Anyways, Happy Labor Day. I'm spending my day off doing, well, labor. Laundry and school work and other cleaning to be exact. So, this chapter is a little bit shorter than the first, but I think the next one might be longer since it will involve some explanations. Aka, I need to do some lore research and angels and demons. It's a good thing I find this stuff fascinating. Haha. Please check out my other fan fiction if you would be so kind. I may even start another by the end of this week, but that depends on if I can get this idea to work or not. I also may start a Hetalia fan fiction, but I don't know. For right now, please leave a review!