Oh, I so did not want to come back here, and I even tried to forget it existed. Yet, I'm being dragged back by this stupid witch.

She calls herself Abby, and she's muttering words that I take as so not cool. The bitch jumped me outside of Fresno.

Ugh, after Ms. Summers told us we were free, I thought I'd live a better life, but it seems everywhere I go, dark things are waiting for me. In a way, it's like I never left Sunnydale. Although I did, I left, and I don't feel like visiting!

"Shut up about what you want, little Slayer," the teenage-witch snickers.

"Hey-" I have to take a deep breath in because she drugged me with something, "that's-R-Reyna to y-you."

"I can't wait to spill your blood over the Mouth. They are going to love me after this." The girl is Japanese American and cute.

I'm so much better looking, though. I got a Hispanic ass that will never quit, chow!

The witch says a few short, sharp words, and her palm on my shoulder starts to burn me. It's too painful not to notice, "Ahh!"

She cackles. Oh, my gosh, really, cackling like a Halloween decoration is so lame.

Forty-five minutes from the Welcome to Sunnydale sign, we are now in that place. Instead of a high school, there's now a museum.

She tightens her grip and softly keeps cackling.

I have had enough of this, to be honest. I whisper under my breath a call for help, "I'm a blood for the innocent, a blood of the old, Vessal to Ancestors of the Lost. Hear me."

Around my arms, I feel the permanent coldness of the runes of the Lost. They are the oldest of a hero race of witches that stood and kept the peace along with the one Slayer. Many hated Ms. Rosenberg's lessons, but I loved them.

The palm dragging me by my shoulder starts to steam, and the girl hisses as she jumps back and then faces me. She goes straight into a panic mood, and I shouldn't smile, but it's just so nice to see a look of fresh dread on my enemy.

"O-kay," the runes gleam brighter for a moment, "I couldn't fight with that stupid drug numbing me out, but it seems its shelf life in me is a day and a half."

The pale girl with dark black hair starts to scream because I think she notices the ghostly ones behind me. "Yeah, I'm going to take that power of yours. Then I'm so going to destroy your covenant with it."

"Why? You can just leave," she states optimistically.

"I would, but they rebuilt Chunk's, and to be honest, I miss their hamburgers," I cock my head to the side, "we thought you all would understand to keep away, but you just don't."

I slam my fists together, "Well then, I guess you brought home Sunnydale's new Slayer."