I looked at the tickets in my hand. Just a few days before I was given them by some strange man, telling me I was needed. Since I had nothing left for me back at home I thought what the hell. . Off to America, some small town called Sunnydale.

I slept through most of the plane ride before they said we would be landing in about an hour. That's when the worry started to kick in. I didn't have any money for food, or for a place to stay. I didn't even have any clothes. But I was told I was needed in Sunnydale, that it was the hell mouth filled with vampires and demons. Now I know what you're thinking, those things aren't real, but believe me they are. I had been raised all of my life learning about them. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I would be chosen to fight them. But now I didn't have a choice of what I did with my life. I was sent where ever I was needed.

It only took about 15 minutes to get from the airport to Sunnydale High. I was told that someone there would help me. No one even questioned me as I walked straight into the library. However, I froze when I saw the man standing before me.

"Hello, can I help you." He said as he walked away from the group of kids he was talking with, coming towards me. There was a dark haired tall boy who was kind of cute in a dorky sort of way. A shorter red headed girl, a tall brunette, and then a short blonde.

"Dad?" I gasped and I watched as the man took a step back.

"Katherine?" He asked as he looked me up and down. Suddenly he pulled me into his arms hugging me. "I barely recognized you, you've grown up..." He started as I pushed him away.

"Well, it has been 5 years since I've seen you, so this is where you have been, you're a librarian now!" I snapped.

"Wait, hold on dad?" The dark haired boy asked. "Giles you're a father!"

"Katherine, what are you doing here, and where is your mother?" My dad asked concerned.

"Oh like you care!" I snapped.

"Wait, Giles, I'm so confused who is this girl?" The tall brunette asked and I wanted to smack her because of how stupid she was.

"Cordelia, shut up." The dark haired boy said as he came over to me shaking my hand. "Hi I'm Xander Harris, and you are..."

"Katherine Giles." I snapped as I looked over at my father who glared at Xander.

"I'm Willow," The red headed girl said smiling. "It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Cordelia the only person you are going to want to hang out with in this school if..." The brunette started.
"And your Buffy aren't you," I said turning to the blonde. "But how can this be your dead."
"Katherine how do you know that, what is going on, why are you here?"
"Dad, I'm the slayer." I said and everyone's eyes went wide.
"No you're not, I am," Buffy said.
"Katherine, you can't be the slayer, there can..." Dad said
"Only be one slayer, I know but Buffy was dead, so maybe..."
"Another slayer was chosen," Dad sighed when suddenly the bell rang. "Get to class we will meet back here after school before we go on patrol."
All the kids quickly rushed away leaving me with just my dad.
"Katherine," He started.
"I don't want to talk about it dad."
"No we need to talk about it."
"You're Buffy's watcher aren't you," I asked.
"Yes ever slayer is given a watcher, wait who is your watcher?"
"I don't have one, I was just told to come to Sunnydale and someone would help me, I'm assume that's you now."
"What did your mother say about this."
"I... uh... mom..., wait did mom know you were here," I asked.
"She knew why I had to come here, she did not approve of the whole watcher thing." Dad said.
"Is that why you two split up," I asked looking at the ground hiding my tears.
"Your mother thought I was never spending enough time with you or her, she thought I focused more on being a watcher. She also didn't like me telling you about work, she was afraid you would tell people and people would think you were crazy."
"That wasn't her decision, but you didn't even say goodbye before you left," I said looking up a tear falling down my face. "I woke up one morning and you were gone. I was 13, dad, I looked up to you, and then you were just gone. Mom said you chose your job over us." My voice cracked and quickly my dad ran over grabbing me by the shoulders.
"No that's not it, I wanted you two to come, but I knew how dangerous it would be, I couldn't risk you or your mother getting hurt."

And that was it, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I just let everything I had been feeling for the past 3 months out.
"She's dead," I cried as I collapsed to the ground.
"Katherine who's dead," He asked as he kneeled down next to me.
"Mom," I sobbed.
He froze as he looked at me.
"And I got her killed."
Finally, he pulled me into his arms. "What happened?"
"After I figured out I had become the slayer, about three months ago. We were ambushed by a group of vampires. I wasn't prepared, and one of them got mom, I couldn't even react, I just watched as they killed her. I ran out of there without even killing a single one of them." I sobbed.
"I never wanted you to be a part of this." He said. "But it's ok, now that Buffy is alive, you don't need to worry about fighting vampires, Buffy can just be the slayer."
"No!" I said pushing back as I stood up. "I want to fight them. I have to fight them dad, for mom."

"No absolutely not, it is far too dangerous, you will get hurt." He said as he stood up.

"Then train me, you've trained Buffy, why can't you train me as well, I can help out around here, taking care of an entire hell mouth might be a lot for her, an extra pair of hands might be helpful."

"Katherine," He sighed.

"Dad please," I begged.

"Fine, you can train with Buffy, but I don't want you out patrolling yet, not until I think you are ready."

"Thank you," I said as I hugged him but I quickly back away. I still couldn't forgive him for leaving me, but at the same time he was all I had left.

"Where are you staying?" He asked me as he took of his glasses wiping them.

"Um, well I don't..." I started.

"You can stay with me; I have plenty of room." Dad started when suddenly a short balding man came into the room with an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing here, why aren't you in class missy."

"Oh she doesn't..."

"I'm the new assistant librarian, I was told to report to the library immediately." I smiled standing up as straight as possible.

"Assistant, I don't remember hiring any assistant." The man said.

"Mr. Giles here, contacted me saying that he needed some help around, sorting and things. I'm doing this voluntarily; no payment will be needed."

"Well I'm Principle Snyder, and any hiring will be done through me." He snapped.

"Crap," I thought as I turned to my dad eyes wide, however he was just glaring at Snyder.

"But since Mr. Giles doesn't seem to get much done as it is, an extra pair of hands would be nice. May I see your ID." He asked.

I quickly pulled out my fake one handing it to him.

"It says here you are 21, you're not going to college then I take it." He replied with a hint of disgust in his voice.

"Oh, no, I did, I just graduated early. You see Oxford..." I started but Snyder quickly shut me up by handing me ID.

"Alright, well, I will leave you to get some work done around here, finally." He snapped as he left.

I sighed as soon as he was gone. "Well, that could have been bad." I smiled as I turned to my dad, but he was staring at me angrily.

"21," He snapped as he grabbed my ID from me. "Katherine, why do you have a fake ID."

"I didn't get all my personality from mom, I mean I am the Ripper's daughter." I smiled as I took it back.

"How do you..." Dad started.

"Ethan Rayne came looking for you a few years back, said he was a friend. He told me all these great stories about you two when you were younger and..." I laughed but my dad quickly grabbed me by the shoulders.

"You need to stay away from Ethan, ok. He is extremely dangerous." He said seriously.

"Ok," I said as I flung myself up to sitting on the desk. "So, what would a librarian's assistant do." I smiled.

"I don't really need an assistant with that aspect, however I could use some help, you see we have a major problem that we need help fixing." He said as he dropped a stack of books in my lap.