“Uh?” Lost in her own thoughts, Willow hadn’t registered the words.

“Kennedy, before me, what was she like?”

Willow sighed. “She knows what she wants!” Willow told her with a giggle.

Tara frowned slightly.

“I mean, she’s nice. She’s confident and smart and, well, I guess she’s funny.” Willow told the blonde who avoided her eyes but smiled supportively.

“Really Tara, she’s not normally like that, well except for when we’re all training….” Tara’s head snapped up and she looked at Willow questioningly. “But then it’s training and it’s nothing like what happened upstairs after you came back and then that was only a slap but she’s been training since she was tiny so she has all this super strength and I’m gonna shut up right now because I can’t breathe and that’s it!” she finished.

“I get it, I hope.” Tara said softly.

“You do?” Willow asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I do!” Tara smiled.

Kennedy stepped from the coffee house and made her way back towards the Summers house. Dark thunder heads rippled across the sky and she cursed silently for not paying closer attention. Darkness spread over the street and she hoped that it wouldn’t rain.

Cutting through a dark alley, she reached into her pocket for the stake that she had kept there ever since she had learnt that she was within the Slayer lineage. Feeling the welcome grain under her fingers she smiled and picked up her pace, her head high as she walked.

Behind her she heard a faint rustle and she turned slightly to try and see from the corner of her eye who, or what was on her tail.

As she turned a corner, she pressed herself up flat against the wall and hid within the shadows, waiting for her pursuer to catch up.

As the footsteps neared, she turned and reached out with one hand, her fingers gripping tightly around a soft throat as her staked hand rushed for the chest. “Oh *****!” she exclaimed as her eyes focused on the crazy symbols on place of the eyes of her attacker. Glinting in the lamp of the streetlight, Kennedy made what she knew would be her last wishes and watched as a knife whistled through the air.