Buffy had only just sat down, and even when she had, it felt like she had perched herself in the wrong spot. The spider in her bedroom had filled her with an odd type of energy. She felt nervous. 'maybe it was Kane...' She thought about the day that had just passed her by. Her fated re-introduction to the watchers council and 'supra-slayer-ship'.<br/><br/>Alexandria had just sat down when the doorbell rang.<br/><br/>"Is that Alyssa?" Mr. Summers asked Buffy with a quiet aside<br/><br/>Buffy shook her head first, she had a piece of garlic bread in her mouth. "No, Alyssa would just walk in, the last time she rang the doorbell, it was my tenth birthday, and her hands were full at the door."<br/><br/>Hank was a bit concerned for the peace of his home. He had been trying to listen to Alexandria, but the stress just kept on piling up. It was always little things like dinner getting cold because of an uninvited guest. "for heavan's sake..." Hank muttled under his breathe. Buffy turned toward the door, instincts on fire. Suddenly, she knew that this visitor didn't belong. This visitor had caused her to feel nervous. It even felt like this person at her door was responsible for the spider in her room. One of Buffy's elbows was on the table, the other was behind her chair. "Buffy, will you get the door, sweetheart?"<br/><br/>"uh-hu" she hummed loudly, slapping the ground with her feet, and clumsily walking to the door. Buffy hald expected it to be Kane, her new watcher didn't express a lot of social skills, much like Merrick.<br/><br/>'...' Buffy had a face full of void when she whipped the door open. Her sweater was loose, hanging off of both shoulders, exposing her white bra, and her favorably adolescent cleavage. The sleeves were designed to be long, her hands barely snuck passed the hem line, tiny denim jeans were hanging on by a quarter inch of pressure. Buffy had followed the hip hugger fashion, and it looked good on her. Even at her young age, the curves of a woman had forced themselves onto Buffy, and she unconcsciously stuck her hip out, and posed as she looked Louise in the eyes through the portal of the opened front door. "Who are you?" She asked rudely, and without hesitation.