A/N: Thanks to Nicaha23 and Malizooski91 for my first reviews. Glad you're enjoying the ride.

The light was still on in the kitchen when Buffy returned to their apartment from patrol.

"We've got trouble in River City," Buffy announced as the amulet landed on the open pages of Willow's book with the soft muted thud.

"What?" Willow questioned, grabbing the amulet and inspecting it back to front.

Making her way straight to the bookcase, Buffy scanned the titles, her fingers grazing over the gold leafed words, "Two guys came looking for it, just like you said Willow, but they weren't vamps," Buffy ripped a book from the shelf, furiously rifling through pages, "They never even flashed a vamp face when I fought them. They were regular ol' human guys."

"That doesn't make any sense!" Willow rebutted, "The runes I cast clearly stated that two vampires were coming for this thing," she scrambled for the paper on which she had written down and interpreted all the messages, "See, right here," she pointed to symbols and her handwritten interpretation of them she had pulled from Giles' book of ancient runes, "Two vampires. Loyalty and Forgiveness. Dark Savior. Amulet. Protection- clearly two vamps out of favor with Lilith are on the search for her protection amulet ."

"You got all that from the runes?" Buffy lifted her head to quirk a skeptical eyebrow. "One of them said this thing belonged to a Slayer named Amelia Walker, Will," Buffy added gently.

Willow started to respond, but simply closed her mouth and dropped her eyes back to the rune book.

"I know... I'm just... I'm just a poor replacement compared to him."

"Don't say that, Will," Buffy's voice was stern and commanding, "We all miss Giles. You're the best hope we have without him. "

"Gee thanks- no pressure, or anything," She huffed, letting a beat pass between them in the hope of steering the conversation in a new direction, "So, if this thing was meant to protect the Slayer, what good does it do Lilith?"

"I overheard one of them say it amplifies Slayer powers. I can only assume with my awesome powers of deduction that because some aspect of my power is demon based, it would also amplify her power too…," her voice trailed at the end as she found wha she had been seeking, or rather, what she had been fearing.

"Oh, lovely," Willow replied, slipping back into her chair defeatedly.

"Yeah," Buffy nodded carrying the book over and dropping it on top of the one Willow had been reading, "Especially considering the fact she wants to use it to kill me..."

Buffy pointed to a passage from Giles book of biblical seals, and Willow's eyes widened as she read the passage out loud.

"Upon the third death of the oldest living Slayer the ninth seal shall break."

"I heard one of the guys mention it." Buffy slipped down in the chair beside Willow, raking her hand through her blonde bangs, "Apparently, Lilith isn't going to start this Apocalypse singe handedly."

Keys jingled in Sam's hand as he opened the door to their current luxurious thirty dollar a night dive. He managed only to get bits and pieces of the phone conversation Dean was having with Bobby. From the look on Dean's face, Bobby was being less than understanding.

"Calm down. She came out of nowhere, Bobby! I didn't even recognize this demon- kinda short, blonde hair, fast as hell!"

There was a pause on Bobby's end, "You idjit!"

Even sitting at this laptop at the table across the room, Sam heard Bobby shout all the way through the phone.

"You marched right into Cleveland, and didn't even talk to the Slayer, did you?" Bobby indicted.

"Uh... " Dean smiled bashfully, "Not exactly."

"Dammit Dean, that was the Slayer- the original one. I can't believe you didn't even think to check in with her and compare notes before you went after the amulet!"

"Time was of the essence!" Dean argued, throwing up the hand not holding the phone. "It's not like she's gonna be in the white pages!"

"And, we certainly couldn't try and track her, could we boys? No. Why would Tango and Cash want a little back up on this one?"

"Alright, I get it. We majorly fucked up. I'll fix it," Dean fell back on the bed. "I'll call you when we find her." Dean groaned from his back, letting the phone drop, and directing his next comment at Sam, "Bobby said that blonde chick was the slayer."

"The salt and holy water had me wondering," Sam admitted.

"We gotta go back to the cemetery, don't we?"

"Well, something tells we're not going to find her on Facebook."