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Angel got back okay. Seems when the blip disappeared off the map he and Harmony poofed into his old mansion. Along with a slayer from the future, Melaka something. Um, okay, what is it with Angel and the freaky slayer attraction anyway? I almost asked if he's sleeping with her too, but they don't seem to be putting out that kind of vibe. They're

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[resurrected_b]

I dust the last of the bunch and turn. It takes me a minute. Okay, like ten. There's a girl up on a headstone with...a flower? A limp iris, pale purple, the stem bent. "Do I...know you?" I ask, before realizing who she looks like. Cordy's vision vamp, from the asylum, almost two hundred years earlier. I frown. "Didn't I...um..." Crazy vamp who was killing all the orderlies and stuff? This is really, probably, not good. "...Stake you?"

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I take the flower, distracted by the letter. It's too dark to read it here, so I nod to her and start toward the street--I can read it by streetlight, I guess. "What do you mean, saved you?" I ask, still very confused. I remember hitting something solid with the stake, but then there was the bright light...and no dust afterward.

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I look down at the pile of wiltiness, and then wrinkle my nose at the tiny, dusty crypt. "Yeah, alone for now," I say, turning away. "Come on, I'll show you the house. It's not too far from mine. I'll come visit and bring you...something to eat."

I start down the street, in the direction of Crawford street, and glance back to see if she's following. I can't take her home, everyone's nerves are at the breaking point, and some of them wouldn't care that she's not really evil, as vamps go.

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I walk along, wondering what to bring her. Butcher's blood, of course, but the lady in the letter had said cake...we might have some donuts in the house. She doesn't really need to eat food, but if it keeps her happy...I shrug.

I turn onto the walk up to the mansion. It's dark, but maybe there's candles and stuff, there always were. It kinda brings back a lot of weird memories, coming back here. "This is the place," I say to London. I guess in a way it reminds me of when Angel came back from hell and I took care of him here.

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I sigh. Guess it's not gonna be easy getting her to change her ways...if I even can. "Yeah, I guess so," I reply, uneasily. At least it seems like she only goes after really vile characters...or puts people out of their misery. The second is the one I'm most worried about, I guess. Not sure how she decides when to do that.

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I look up at her. "Maybe, maybe not," I reply. "I don't know if you get this, get what I am. I'm a vampire slayer, I was given power to kill...well, you. Vampires. And demons, too. But I don't want to kill you, 'cause you protected Cordy and I think mostly you're doing what you think is right."

I sigh. "But the thing is, if you start killing a lot of people..." I don't want to finish. Geez, she's so sweet and innocent seeming, but I know what she can do. Has done.

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I look down, supressing a smile. I gotta reread the letter, but she seems such a child in so many ways. Fate weirdly had us somehow grab her out of her own time and drop her...somewhere. Guess that makes her our responsibility.

"Yeah, she's still here. A party would be fun," I agree. I can scrape together some stuff, can't I? Cordy's been quiet, but I bet she'll want to see London.

I stand up. "You be careful, okay? I'll be back soon." I turn to go, over to the narrow steps that lead up, out of the garden. I really hope she doesn't feel the need to feed tonight.