<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Lyndsy_Fonseca_Actress_14521.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Alyssa Princeton<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:01 P.M. Monday, December 20, 2010<br/><strong>Louise, Buffy<br/></strong><hr/>The black mustang (http://www.allfordmustangs.com/forums/attachments/mustang-lounge/71410d1244151645-pink-stangs-who-has-one-post-pics-warriorpinkmain_opt.jpg) with pink racing stripes, a common sight at the Summers’ residence, pulled into the semi-circle driveway and parked with the engine running.  Even through the barely legal tinted windshield a young brunette could be seen giving the stranger at the house’s door a suspicious look over her dark lens, Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses.  A second later, a well-trained thumb sent a text to her BFF that read<em>Stranger Danger?</em>from her iPhone as Allyssa pressed the automatic lock button and heard the sound of both doors locking, just for good measure.<br/><br/><em>This sucks.  Seriously?  First some ultra weird woman starts living with them, and now she’s got an overgrown Girl Scout trying to sell her some Slayer-cide cookies?  Damnit Buffy, couldn’t we have just gone to the mall for dinner?</em>Alyssa thought as she waited for Buffy to either open the door or text her back.<br/><br/><br/>