I walked quickly out of the Bronze. How did I let Buffy talk me into going? I should have just stayed in my room and cried my heart out for the hundredth time over that asinine jerk -- Xander. The three of us had just sat there in a silence that none of us knew how to break. The sad part is I don't really know why I'm mad at Xander. Or why I'm heart broken. It makes no sense. To quote Buffy: 'It's senseless.'

I don't know if it was his sleeping with Faith that did it. Or if it was the fact that he almost got himself killed by the girl in his stupidity. What was he thinking? That girl's a ticking time bomb. It may be a bit of both. But then again why do I care? I have Oz. Oz good, Xander bad. Remember that Willow.

With a sigh, I pushed all thoughts about the idiotic asshole, as I refer to him, to the back of my mind. It was warm night but all of a sudden I felt a chill move down my spine. It was creepy. I wrapped my arms around myself and started to jog home. The sooner I got home, the sooner I got warm. And the sooner I stopped being a meal for a hungry vamp.

I soon reached my house. I quickly put the key in the lock and let myself in. The house was shrouded in darkness. My parents weren't home -- they were never home. It's like as soon as they felt I could look after myself they abandoned me. But I'm okay with it. It gives me more freedom to research and help Buffy.

I walked up the stairs and into my room. I signed on to my computer but quickly signed off. I was too restless. I laid down on my bed and started to read the book that had been assigned to us in English. All too soon, I realized that couldn't stand the book and threw across the room. Damn love stories.

There... My eyes set on a target. What else should I do on a Friday night besides trying to restore Amy to her human state? Pulling out a newly acquired spell book, I set to work.

*****

19 February 1999

After I landed at LAX, I jumped in a car and drove to Sunnydale. My peers had arranged everything for me. The bought me car and had left it at the airport. They had also gotten me a house with all the essentials, including a training room with a large array of weapons and a library stocked with all the necessary volumes.

The drive was a relatively short comparing to my time on the planes. I arrived at the house in no time at all. Walking from room to room, I surveyed the house. It was magnificent. A little too frilly for my tastes but magnificent, nonetheless.

Surrounded by the splendor, my trip caught up with me. I grabbed my bag and went in search for a bedroom. After finding what I assumed was the master bedroom, to curled up and fell asleep.

**

After my long nap, I awoke with the sudden urge to find the Savior. Ever since I had arrived on the Hellmouth her presence has overwhelming my senses. I can tell that she is stronger than I ever imagined she would be but has very little control over her power. It was obvious that her powers have awakened. Judging by the energy that was radiating from her it was a possibility that she had already begun the process of becoming immortal.

I tried to locate the Savior by just following my senses to the source of the radiant energy but as I started walking the vibe got corrupted with those of the Hellmouth. I must have gotten closer to it. It's interesting though. The Savior's positive energy has a bigger range than the evil seeping from the mouth of Hell.

I walked slowly through the center of the small town. Where else would a normal young woman spend a Friday night? At home? I think not.

As I walked in front of a small club -- one that attracts teenage humans and vampires alike -- I felt the energy in the air magnify a hundred times. To my senses, it was almost a visible in the night air. Stirring it; purifying it.

Unexpectedly, a young redhead bumped into me as she stalked away from the club. Power permeated my body. It was like nothing I have ever experienced. It wasn't horrible as you might expect... It was actually sort of pleasurable. Almost an orgasmic feeling -- like every nerve ending was exposed.

It's her. That one thought consumed my being. It was really her. I immediately began to follow her. Not close enough to draw her attention, but close enough to keep an eye on her. The girl wasn't even paying attention to her surroundings. Even if the girl didn't know about the demonic dangers of the night, she should know about the human ones.

While I was following her another member of the demonic community decided to join us. It never ceases to amaze me how dumb some vampires are -- especially fledglings, as this one was. Didn't he sense the power rolling off of her? Didn't he sense me? I should be grateful for the last one though. I sneaked up behind him and staked him silently. He didn't even know what hit him.

Perhaps the girl heard something, since she had begun to jog home while I was occupied with the vampire. I had to run to catch up to her... She was amazingly swift -- something that will help her in the future. I followed her until she got home and after making sure she probably wasn't going to leave, I went home.

I have made a lot more progress than I ever I thought I would. I know who the Savior is and I know where she hangs out. The club is where I have decided to approach her. It will be easier on her if I meet her on her own territory.

In the mean time, I have decided to make myself some charms against the energy she projects until I can teach her control. If I am to be in close proximity of her I will need them. After simply being brushed by her I know she is stronger than anyone had hoped. She will save the world, I know. She will save us all.