On a Friday evening at Sunnydale high school, the bell has just rung, and everyone is anxious to head home.

"Thank god! I thought the week would never end. Finally it's time for some serious relaxation and fun." Cordelia says with excitement.

"And smooching, don't forget the smooching." Xander says with a smile as he drapes his arm across Cordelia's shoulder.

Willow rolls her eyes at the sight of Cordy and Xander's affection. "Get a room."

"Unfortunately for me I don't get much in the way of relaxation or fun." Buffy says with great disappointment.

"Giles still doesn't have any idea who could be causing the extra deaths around town?" Willow asks.

"Nope, the only thing we do know is that it's definitely a vampire."

"That's the great part about vampires, they always leave a mark behind as evidence." Xander says with a smirk.

"Well, when you do decide to join us, we will be at the bronze." Cordelia replies as she grabs Xander's arm.

"Yeah, I guess we'll catch up with you later, you coming Will?"

Willow looks at Xander, surprised by the offer. "Guess so, see ya Buffy."

* * *

As Willow, Xander and Cordy head go to the bronze Buffy walks home.

"Hi Buffy, how was school today?" Her mother asks, as she hears the front door open.

"It was okay I guess."

Joyce grunts as she tries to move the huge artifact, remaining unsuccessful. "You think you could give me a hand?"

Buffy walks into the living room to see her mother struggling with an ancient tribal artifact.

"Just help me lift it to the corner." Joyce points to a section in the room.

Buffy lifts her end of the statue with ease as she helps Joyce place it in the corner of the room. "Wow, what's the occasion?"

Still out of breath from lifting the statue she says, "It just came in for the museum. Just holding it here till they can make room for it."

Buffy makes a disgusted face. "Sure is creepy looking."

"Well, it isn't really supposed to be pretty Buffy. Hundreds of years ago it would be placed outside villages to scare off enemies."

Buffy then looks hard at the statue, as she examines it with curiosity.

* * *

At the bronze Xander and Cordelia sit together as willow hangs around them, feeling uncomfortable and unwanted. "Don't you think we should help Buffy?" Willow whines.

"Why? So we can get in her way? She knows what she is doing. Well, most of the time anyways." Cordelia says sarcastically.

" I agree with Willow. I don't think it would hurt for us to help keep a look out during patrol." Xander then pushes in his chair.

Willow smiles with excitement that she had a good idea.

Cordelia snaps at him, "Fine, you too have fun spending your Friday night in the graveyard together. I'm out of here." She then stomps out of the bronze, not looking back.

* * *

Back at the summers house

Buffy notices the sun is beginning to set, she quickly drags out her trunk from beneath her bed and begins placing holy water and stakes into her backpack. She then quietly climbs out her window, being careful not to make any noise to make her mom come check on her. As she finally makes it to the ground she is startled by a tap on the shoulder. She then quickly spins around to see who it is. "Oh, its you." Buffy breathes a sigh of relief.

"Well that's a find how do you do." Xander smirks.

"What are you two doing here?" Buffy demands

Willow then mutters out, "We thought you could use some help."

"Fine, you can come along," Buffy caves in. "Just be careful."

"Don't worry, I came prepared." Xander points to his cross necklace with a smile

Buffy nods and then hands willow a jar filled with holy water. Willow carries it by her side, being careful not to drop it. And the three the make their way to the graveyard.

*Hours pass*

"Well, this sure was a bust." Xander says with disappointment.

Buffy lets out a sigh, "Doesn't look like our mystery vamp is going to show. I say we call it a night."

Xander and Will nod in agreement.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow Buffy. I better head home before my mom begins to worry." Willow begins to walk home as Xander and Buffy head the opposite direction, not to long after she separates from her friends, she is suddenly grabbed from behind. Willow tries to scream but her mouth is muffled by the shadowy figures hand. She jerks franticly to escape his grip when she suddenly hears a familiar voice.

"Hello little one." Luke says as he smiles, barring his teeth.

Willow continues to struggle, trying to break free from his grip.

"You're wasting your time, that won't do you any good." He then sniffs at her hair. "mmm you're a fresh one aren't you." You should make a fine meal.

Willows eyes light of with horror. Just as Luke opens his mouth to bite down on her neck, Willow manages to loosen his grip on her left arm, just enough to splash him with the holy water she was holding.

"AHHH!" He screams out as he feels the water burning the skin on his arm.

Willow runs as fast as she can through the graveyard, trying to get as far away from Luke as she can.

"You can't escape me that easily!" He yells out.

Willow runs until she feels as if she were about to collapse. She then stops to catch her breath. Breathing heavily she looks behind her to see if Luke is still on her tail. Seeing that he is no longer chasing her, she breathes a sigh of relief. As she turns back around to head home she sees Luke standing there in front of her.

Willow gasps in horror. "What do you want!" she screams.

"Why, you of course." He says with an evil grin.

Without wasting anymore time Luke grabs poor Willow. "I don't like to have to work for my food!" And with that he quickly tilts Willow's head to the side and bites down on her neck with all his might.

"No…" Willow whimpers. "Please.. don't…" Tears flood down her face.

Luke was just about ready to finish her off when he changes his mind. "I should leave your pathetic carcass here to rot after what you put me through! But I think I know of a better way to upset the slayer." He then cuts his arm with a knife from his pocket and shoves the cut in front of Willow's mouth. "The slayers best friend, becoming one of her enemies." He says with a laugh as he carries Willow's now, lifeless body and tosses it in an empty grave, casually dumping a thin layer of dirt over her. "I can't wait to see the look on the slayers face." He then makes his way back to the sewers.

* * *

At Buffy's house

Buffy throws her backpack through her open window. She then begins climbing through to her room. And is surprised to see Angel sitting on the edge of her bed. Angel jumps to his feet startled by Buffy's entrance. Buffy smiles as she watches Angel. "I don't know why you are so surprised to see me; it is my room after all. So, what brings you here?"

"Found out some info on who has been causing all the recent killings." He says looking at her with concern.

" Really? What do you know?" She says excitedly.

Angel looks down at the floor, then back up at her. "It's Luke."

Buffy looks at him a bit surprised. "Luke? The guy with the bad skin complexion."

"Buffy this is serious!" Angel snaps

"It can't be him, I killed him a year ago, remember? Stopped him from freeing the master, killed him at the bronze, yada yada yada."

"A group of vampire worshipers brought him back using dark magic."

"Well, I guess I am just going to have to have a little chat with them." She begins to head towards the window.

"They're dead." Angel says emotionless.

"What?"

"Luke must have killed them when they brought him back. I was walking out past this building on my way to meet up with Giles to see if he had found out anything when I smelled this huge amount of blood. When I looked inside," He sighs and looks down at the ground. "It was like a slaughterhouse, blood everywhere. Only one of the cult members were barely clinging on. That's how I was able to find out what I did. He died before I could find out anything else. He's strong Buffy, strong and wise. You were lucky last time." He warns.

"What are we going to do?"

"Get some sleep. There is nothing we can do for tonight."

Buffy looks down at the ground in shock, when she looks back up, Angel is gone, the curtain still swaying from him leaving.