The truth occurred to her quickly, but the train of thought in her head was in slow motion. The emotion was clarity, but Buffy's poor brand of English couldn't express it. Fortunately, the instincts of the slayer were sharp, and she stumbled into her fate without much trouble at all. For Caulfield and Kane would be remembered for centuries in journals and apendages through out european and north american libraries. It was the fleeting emotions of a school girl that brought them together. Of course, it would never be the likes of the evil that surrounded them, but that's how it would be written.<br/><br/>Buffy was the slayer, and oh god how she knew that. Kane was her watcher, that was as plain as day. There was an urgency in his voice that she connected with. She had heard it through Merrick's mouth before. she had dreams of this feeling every night, and once she blinked, she realized that she had already lived this moment within one of her mind's midnight ramblings: Michael Kane, the dark watcher over her like a conquistador over a fallen general, the clouds of sexual frustration in the air. she found it a bit relieving that none of it had happened the way that her dreams had laid it out. Everything was just a mirror of the truth. She stood up slowly and looked down the halls. There was a group of four students walking away to the north. the south was clear.<br/><br/>Buffy pushed Kane back into the class room with ease, he floated through the air a bit even, her forearm shove had been a little odd in appearance, as if she was a tai chi master. Buffy slammed the door and locked it. She looked at her ex-lover and tried to give him the best "shut the fuck up about<em>everything</em>face" that she could. Her eyes were wide, and her brows were raised. she gritted her teeth and tilted her head.<br/><br/><strong>"Ok. I've been through this before"</strong>she spoke to 'Merrick er!' It felt like her dead watcher was gracefully walking into the room as she looked into Kane's face.<strong>"Hell has come to me <em>again</em>."</strong>the slayer exhaled and started to walk toward Kane.<strong>"The prophecies have spoken, " </strong>her fingers glittered through the air in front of her to portray absolute disinterest in The Watchers hoky prose.<strong>"And, the one true slayer of the world will rise, like highlander to-"</strong>Buffy stopped in the exact center of the room, keeping Eric on her right on Kane on her left.<strong>"stand against the forces of <em>shadow</em>, and dark little elves and stuff...right?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Do you already know my name, too? Do you know what happened to me last year?"</strong>Perhaps Buffy could sense Kane's concerns, or perhaps she was aware of them. Either way, she belayed the situation.<strong>"This is Eric Caulfield, I'm sure you know that too, but we'll get to why he's here in a second. Now, talk." </strong>She had no interest in waiting, or explaining herself. She was the slayer, if people didn't want to listen, she would just hit them. It had worked very well in the past year.