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Alexandra: the Demon Destroyer, Episode 1.1 By Limbo's Mistress The first demon was dead before the other two even realized I was there. Being occupied with their attempt to terrorize and horribly murder the girl on the ground before them, the Hell-Spawn trio didn't see me emerge from the shadows that permeated the deserted playground. When the brilliant flash of light that followed their compatriot's beheading, and subsequent disintegration into brimstone-scented smoke, they forgot all about their prey and spun around to face me. I twirled the sword in my hand around a few times before leveling the pointed end at them. "Come on, guys," I said, giving a little shake of my head. "Co-eds jogging through the park at night? You morons are nothing if not predictable." The seven-foot tall horned monstrosities took a step backward. "A Sentinel," the one on the left muttered, his solid black eyes widening in what seemed to be fear. His partner, however, didn't appear to be quite as cowed by my arrival. "He is alone," the thing snarled. "There are two of us. We can kill him." I let out a little laugh. "I've faced worse odds, Sulfur Breath." Normally, a group of low level transgressors like these Fire Demons wouldn't even rate on my radar. The younger defenders could handle threats of this inconsequence easily. However, I'd received intelligence that an Overlord was hunting in this part of the city. Dispatching Overlords back to the fiery depths of the Underworld was how I liked spending my evenings. The braver of the two reddish black demons roared at the insult, his open mouth a blast furnace of heat, and charged like an enraged bull going in for the kill. His arms spread wide, thick fingers shaping themselves into razor-sharp black talons that gleamed in the light of the full moon overhead. I waited until he was practically upon me before I spun around, did a back flip over his head, and drove the point of my spirit sword right though his back and out the front of his chest. As a general rule, demons don't have hearts. Not all that surprising, considering they don't need blood circulation. They do, however, have a Tether that binds their ethereal essence together into a solid form and allows them to walk on the Mortal plane. And the Tether just happens to reside in the same place as the heart in humans. The demon wailed, shuddering around the eldritch blade bisecting him, then vanished in a flash of light and smoke. I brushed my hair out of my eyes and turned to look at the remaining creature. Even though its eyes were like a couple of giant obsidian chips, I could tell he was looking from me to the spot where his partner had been destroyed and back. Slowly, he held up his hands. "Mercy, great Sentinel. I beg mercy of you." I laughed, advancing toward him, twirling the sword over my head in an arc that split the air with an audible wooshing sound. Demons begging for mercy from me. That had to be a new one. In the thirty-two years I'd been protecting our realm from creatures who wished only to destroy, corrupt, and feast, I'd never had a single one attempt to surrender. It just wasn't in their nature. "Mercy is for living beings, Hell-spawn," I said moving to stand between the slowly retreating demon and the sobbing girl still lying on the grass. I bent my legs, reaching back with one hand in her direction. She took it and allowed me to help her back onto her feet. I guided her with my hand, moving her around so that she was at my back. I had managed to get a really good look at her while she was fleeing from the three monsters who had leapt out of the shadows behind her. Nice legs, firm breasts, beautiful face. Hopefully she would be so grateful for being rescued, she might be interested in giving me a reward. The kind that left sheets twisted and damp and bodies worn out and sweaty. "Please," the Fire Demon begged again. I turned my head to the side, keeping my eyes on my opponent. I doubted he had the stones to attack me as his friend had, but demons like him weren't above taking a cheap shot. I had no doubt if I put my back to him to look at the hot little number behind me, I'd end up with his claws in my spine. "You might want to look away, darling," I said to the girl behind me. "This might get a little messy." "Agreed," she responded. Before I could ask what she meant by that, the sensation of sharp ice stabbed through my back. I spun around, staggering away from her as I brought my sword around to cleave her head from her shoulders. She, in turn, brought up the gleaming silver spike in her hand, deflecting my clumsy blow. "Really?" she cooed as she began to walk toward me. As she moved out of the shadows and into the moonlight, I realized my mistake. My earlier assessment of her body had been correct. Her long legs were perfectly shaped contours and curves that flowed like a dream from the hot pink tennis shoes on her feet to the bottom of the matching running shorts. The flimsy garment embraced a well-endowed backside in a bear hug, revealing that the body underneath wasn't wearing any panties. The black tank top was stretched to the limit in the front and rode up slightly at the bottom, showcasing a flat tummy and a delicious-looking navel. Her long blonde hair had been in a ponytail that had swayed back and forth as she ran. Now the strands were loose, falling down around her shoulders in waves that seemed to writhe and undulate without any assistance from the wind. Her face, the epitome of symmetry, would have been at home on any high-end fashion magazine. Pillowed puffy lips were parted slightly beneath an adorable nose. However, despite already having noticed all that about her before intervening to save her life, I hadn't noticed her eyes. Now that I was bleeding out and paying attention to something other than her sinful curves, I understood my mistake. The "victim" I'd just rescued from some Fire Demons was a Succubus. My legs gave out, dumping me on the wet grass next to an ancient swing set that sported more rust than paint. The blade in my weakening grip flickered and disappeared. "What's the matter, Sentinel? Having trouble keeping it up?" Her voice was like silk being dragged against flesh. Even though I was having trouble breathing and concentrating, just hearing it caused my pants to get tighter in the groin area. "Since ... since when does a Succubus work with minor Hell-Spawn?" I asked. I couldn't ever remember hearing of such a partnership. "Oh, this is a special arrangement," she said, flashing me a smile that would have caused every hetero male who saw it to be consumed by a flood of carnal thoughts. Luckily, my powers spared me from the brunt of her infernal influence. The remaining Fire Demon clomped over to stand beside the bewitching beauty. His smile was full of reddish teeth shaped like bits of broken glass. No chance of being aroused there. "It was a trap," he snarled with obvious glee. "Asmodeus knew you wouldn't be able to resist a damsel in distress. Especially one that looked like her." He gestured at the lovely vision beside him. I raised my hand and attempted to summon my sword. A flickering light appeared near my palm, but never managed to fully solidify. Defeated, I let the arm drop back down to the grass. The Succubus shrugged one shoulder. "Sorry about killing you like this," she said as she held up her own blade. The gleaming silver was tarnished with dark red stains. Blood. My blood, to be exact. "It was coated with Gorgon's bile," she explained as she wiped the knife clean with the tail of her shirt. "I don't have to tell you how quickly the poison works." She slipped the polished blade back into a sheath hidden between her breasts. "I would have preferred to finish you in my own, personal, private ... intimate way." "But the boss didn't want to chance it," the thing beside her cackled. "He's got a big plan in the works and wanted to make sure you were out of the picture!" The Succubus whipped her head around and slapped the demon across the face. The action would have probably broken her hand in a dozen places, had she been Mortal. Instead, the only one who seemed to be injured from the impact was the Fire Demon. He staggered back, holding his rocky cheek with one hand. "Quiet, idiot! Lord Asmodeus' business is none of his. I don't care if he is going to be dead soon." I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the chill that was sinking into my bones. A few minutes from now, I would be unconscious. A minute after that, I would begin regeneration. If the duo looming over me wasn't well-versed in Sentinel affairs, they would assume I was dead and be long gone by the time I awoke, fully healed and ready for some payback. The blonde demon turned back to me and smiled. "Perhaps we'll dance again in another life, handsome." Then she took a step back, shrugging one shoulder. "Then again, perhaps not." The Fire Demon moved to stand in the spot the Succubus had just vacated. Leaning over me, he opened his mouth wide, like he was trying to eat a giant sandwich. Behind those ragged teeth, I saw his gullet begin to glow with a dangerous, orange light. As my heart took its last few beats, a torrent of flame erupted from his maw and bathed me in the fires of Hell. My only consolation was the fact that the Gorgon's bile had paralyzed me enough to block out the pain of being roasted into ash. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The darkness around me suddenly coalesced into a blinding white light. "Well," said a snide voice heavy with an aristocratic British accent. "That certainly could have gone better." My vision focused and I turned around to see Alistair standing behind me. As usual, the representative of the Hosts was dressed in a white, three-piece suit that looked like it had been bleached to the color of copy paper. I shook my head, resisting the urge to give the snooty, upper-crust asshole the finger. Then I glanced around us to see ... nothing. There seemed to be no floor beneath us. Nor any sort of landmarks or features not matter which direction I chose to look. I wasn't sure where we were. The last thing I could recall, I'd been lying on my back in damp grass, unable to move while a low-level Hell- Spawn vomited lava at me. If I'd expected to wake up anywhere, it would have been in a hospital. Or a morgue. "What the hell's going on?" I asked, finally turning back to Alistair. "Hell? I suppose you could put it that way. Let's see," he said as he tapped one finger against his chin. "You got sloppy, blundered into a trap, and died." He nodded. "I do believe that about sums it up." I held up my finger. "In my defense, I've never heard of demons from different tiers working together. They're usually too busy trying to undercut each other to gain favor with one Hellmaster or another." "True. However, you have been a major thorn in the side of many a Hellmaster during your tenure. Especially when it comes to Asmodeus." "So, what happens now?" I asked, looking around the nothing again. "If I'm dead, does this mean I'm relieved of my responsibilities of protecting humanity and can be off to an eternity in Paradise?" Alistair stared at me for several long seconds, his face was an emotionless mask. Then he exploded into a bout of laughter that nearly doubled him over. "Paradise?" he managed to get out between guffaws. He stood up, tried to compose himself, then bent over cackling again. "Okay, okay," I said, balling one hand into a fist. I wanted to punch him, but I knew from experience that would be like punching the side of an aircraft carrier. My abilities might give me superior strength, among other wonderful perks, but being the physical representation of the Hosts' will pretty much made Alistair untouchable. Luckily, after a few more minutes of standing there while he got the last of the chuckles out, Alistair managed to compose himself again. The mask of genteel reserve, which seemed a lot like a stick up his ass, crawled over his face once more. "No, Jarod. You will not be moving on to Paradise." The corner of his mouth ticked up in a nearly-imperceptible smirk. "Or have you forgotten that you still have an outstanding balance on your account." A searing sensation ignited on the inside of my left wrist. When I jerked the limb up, I could see the glowing circle just beneath the skin. The archaic lettering within the ring contained the provisions of my contract with the Hosts. I shook my head and looked back at Alistair. "No, I haven't forgotten my debt, Ali," I said. Then I shrugged, giving him a deadpan look. "However, it's going to be kind of hard to finish out my term. With being dead and all." That tiny smirk reappeared. "Do you think you being dead supersedes the Hosts' power? The contract you agreed to binds you to service in defense of the realm of Earth, as one of the Hosts' Sentinels, for a period of no less than two hundred years." He lifted his arm to look at his watch. "According to my calculations, you still have one hundred and sixty-five years left." "Kind of hard to go around kicking ass for the Forces of Good when you're non-corporeal. Unless you're going to teach me how to interact with the Mortal plane like Vincent Schiavelli did Patrick Swayze in Ghost." I've never seen Alistair roll his eyes once in the past thirty-two years of dealing with him. But he sure rolled them like a damned professional. "Obviously, you will have to have a physical form to continue your duties." I gave him a skeptical glance. "Are you saying the Hosts can rebuild me? From a pile of smoldering ash?" "Nothing is truly beyond their power, boy." He straightened his tie, though it was already perfectly placed. "However, the Succubus managed to sever your original body's circulus deus." "My who what?" I asked. Alistair sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Your circulus deus. The center of your Sentinel powers. It connects you to the Hosts. Even if the Fire Demon hadn't turned you into a blackened briquette, you would have died. Once your circulus deus was destroyed, you were rendered powerless." "I wouldn't regenerate?" He nodded. "Without the link between your body and the Hosts, none of your quintessence powers would have worked." I nodded, sort of following along. "Okay, so if the Hosts can't fix up my old body, does this mean they're going to make me a new one from scratch? Because, if that's the case, I have a few suggestions for improvement I'd like to share." I pointed at my groin. Alistair usually responded to my attempts at humor with a frustrated sigh. However, this time, that damned smirk appeared again. Almost mocking me. I was really starting to want to take my chances with punching him. "Unfortunately, the Hosts have something different in mind. I think you'll find your replacement ... ahem, vessel, waiting for you as we speak." He turned and gestured to the right. I followed his motion and saw a large silver circle hanging in the air a few feet from us, like a giant mirror hovering in the middle of the nothing. The diameter had to be six feet easily, with an edge that crackled and hummed with mystical energy. I'd seen enough dimensional portals in my time to recognize one when I saw it. "Shall we?" Alistair asked. I shrugged, waiting until he stepped through the aperture before following. As I put one leg through, a sense of concern flitted across my thoughts. For a normally stuck-up, no-nonsense butler for higher beings, Alistair seemed really fucking amused about what my future held in store. Still, since the unknown was preferable to an eternity in the endless white of Nowhere Land, I gathered up my resolve and completed the crossing. For a moment, I got the sensation of being hurtled along at something close to the speed of light. Then the world around me materialized into crystal clarity. I realized that we had emerged in a rather large bathroom. The countertops were all made of expensive hand-carved granite, with what looked to be solid brass fixtures and mahogany cabinets. There was a shower stall tucked into one corner, easily large enough for four people to fit comfortably. The floor was polished marble, dotted in places with thick gray rugs. I turned around twice, whistling softly as I took in the room's luxurious nature. Looking back at Alistair, I couldn't help but grin. "So, I'm rich, right? I mean, the person I'm going to be is rich?" He held out his hand and made a see-saw motion. "In a sense. Your new body does have access to a great deal of wealth, yes." Hell yeah! Independently wealthy. I wondered if they were the lucky recipient of a big inheritance. Or maybe they'd been lucky while playing the lottery. Regardless, it was a big ass increase from the sometimes starving life I'd had the past three decades. Being a Sentinel full time made it difficult to hold down a steady job. Or a steady girl. It was about time the Hosts rewarded me for all my years of hard work. Suddenly, I felt that sense of foreboding again. Turning around, I gave Alistair a curious look. "Wait. So, the new me is rich? And lives in a humungous house, if this room itself is any example?" I pointed my finger at him. "What's the catch? Am I, like, old?" I wasn't sure how much use I'd be as a senior citizen. Being a Sentinel came with a bunch of physical powers, but I couldn't tell how well they would counteract the ravages of old age. Super strength and agility were pretty useless if I ended up breaking a hip or something while using them. "Not at all," Alistair said in a "trust me" tone. Reminiscent of a used car salesman. "In fact, you'll actually be younger than you were." He gave me an impatient look. "Now, do you think we could get on with the transference? I do have other charges to keep watch over, you know." "Okay," I said. "No need to get your knickers twisted." I knew it would be of no use trying to grill the stiff Englishman any more about what was in store. He was obviously ready to be done with me. What can I say? I tend to have that effect on people. Alistair turned and walked across the marble floor to the huge, claw- footed tub against the far wall. The curtain around the basin was drawn tight, preventing me from seeing anything on the other side. "Ready?" he asked, but didn't wait for me to respond. With all the showmanship of a ringmaster in the big top, he yanked back the curtain and waved his arm at the tub. "There you are, Jarod. Your new home sweet home." I walked over and looked into the tub. It was filled nearly to the top with crimson-stained water. Resting in said water was a body slumped to the side. I looked from the ragged wounds on the still form's wrists to the shiny razor blade balanced on the edge of the tub. The blood still relatively fresh. Bending over, I stared at the body for several long seconds. Then I stood and looked at Alistair, pointing. "This is a joke, right?" I asked. "I mean, that's a dead body. A dead girl's body." Alistair's face had resumed that expression of disconnection. "Dead for the moment, yes. However, that is just a temporary condition. Once you take possession, I promise it will not be dead any longer." I opened my mouth, then closed it to lean over again to peer at the form in the water. She was wearing a blouse that had once been white, but was now more a pinkish hue. Her bare legs were completely submerged beneath the water, and I couldn't tell if she was naked or just in her underwear. Her hair was dirty blonde color and looked as if it might have a natural curl to it. Of course, the fact that it was wet and plastered to her skull made that observation mostly a guess. I couldn't see what she looked like since her face was a bluish pale and was turned slightly down, half in the water. "What the hell? Are you serious?" "Very. This is the form the Hosts have chosen for you to assume." "Don't I get a say in the matter?" I asked. "Of course you do, Jarod." He smiled, though it lacked any sort of human warmth. "You can accept this more than generous offer, and resume your fight against the forces of Evil. Or you can decline. In which case, your contract shall be rendered null and void." His eyes narrowed into near-slits. "I'm sure you are well aware of what that will mean?" Being a non-corporeal spirit, I didn't really have working lungs. But the breath seemed to fly out of me as if gut punched all the same. I couldn't find the ability to vocally respond to his question, so I just nodded rapidly. "Excellent! Now, if you will reach down and place your hand on her head, we can get this matter completed post-haste." I reached out a shaking hand, still reeling from the not-so-subtle threat I'd just been slapped with. Right before I made contact, I stood up again. "Hold on," I said, waving my hands in the air. "I don't know how to be a girl. Much less what I assume is a teenage girl." "Sixteen, as a matter of fact," Alistair informed me. "And not to worry about knowing how to be her. It will come to you." "What the hell does that mean?" Alistair lifted his arm and pointed at the closed door. When I turned to look, I could hear the sound of someone approaching. "In less than a minute, her mother is going to come into the bathroom to check on her. When she sees her lying here dead, there will be no chance to undo it. And no second chance for you to fulfill your contract." The handle on the bathroom door jiggled. I spun around and put my hand on top of the dead girl's head. Her hair was cold and damp, giving me the impression of touching something squishy beneath the surface of the ocean. "Just fucking do it," I hissed at Alistair. He smiled that amused smile and gave me a jaunty salute. "Very well. Enjoy your new accommodations, ... Alexandra." Before I could respond, he snapped his fingers. Darkness engulfed me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I jerked upright, suppressing a scream of surprise. The next thing I knew, I was falling backward. My back hit the floor with a bone-jarring thump, and I lay there for a moment looking up at the ceiling with my legs still firmly entwined around the sheet on the bed I'd just vacated. With a groan, I wiggled my legs free, resulting in the rest of me joining the parts already prone on the hardwood. "I see this is going to take some work," Alistair said as he took a step closer to stand over me. "The Hosts were concerned that it might take a while for your new body's circulus deus to become fully attuned." He shook his head. "Hopefully your superior agility will manifest before you end up breaking your own neck trying to walk up a flight of stairs." He leaned over and reached out his hand in an offer to help me up. "Anyone ever tell you you're fucking hilarious?" I said as I grabbed his hand. Then I froze as the strangeness of my voice and the much-smaller shape of my hand consumed my attention. Alistair pulled me up as easily as lifting a blanket off a couch. Moving into an upright position caused all sorts of weird motions through my body. I yanked my hand out of his and reached up to grab at the protrusions filling the front of my shirt. They were firm, yet slightly squishy. And a little on the large size. Maybe. My entire experience with a woman's anatomy had all taken place on the other side of the equation. "Boobs," I said to Alistair in that breathy high-pitched voice. "I've got boobs." He responded with another of those damned eyerolls. "Most human females do, Alexandra. You are also now in possession of an actual vagina, though I must insist that you wait and explore after I have departed." I gave my breasts another good groping then sat down on the bed. "So, are you trying to tell me that I don't have my powers? I thought that was the whole point in putting me in a new body." He nodded. "Correct. However, it is more appropriate to say your abilities are not fully powered at the moment. It will take a little time before your circulus deus is attuned properly." "How long?" "Unknown at the moment. Hopefully soon." I sighed and stood up, padding over to a full-length mirror standing in one corner of the room. The girl looking back at me was cute. Not gorgeous or breath-takingly beautiful. But definitely cute. She definitely had the whole "girl next door" going on. The blonde hair seemed a little brighter in the daylight illuminated room, and did hand down in soft waves. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of green, like emeralds. Her nose was small and slightly upturned and her mouth had the tiniest trace of a natural pout. I was wearing a pair of light blue pajamas with large white polka dots all over them. The breasts that had grabbed my attention right off the bat didn't seem quite as big as I thought. Though the butt curving out the bottom of the pajama pants looked huge. In accordance with Alistair's request, I refrained from pulling open the top of the pants to check out my new goods. Alistair moved to stand behind me. "I trust you are happy with the results?" I shrugged. "I'm not dead. Or in Hell. At least, I don't think I am. Just one little problem. I don't know how to be a girl." "I would imagine it's not all that different from being a boy. With the obvious physical exceptions." I shook my head. "Not what I mean, Jeeves. I mean, I don't know how to be that girl." I pointed at the mirror. "I mean, she's sixteen, right? She's got friends and family. Ugh, and school, I bet. Well, what happens when I don't know which class to go to? Or remember her mother's name?" Alistair gave me a condescending smirk. "Do you think the Hosts have not thought of such mundane things? All of the information you need to carry yourself as Alexandra is in your head, waiting to be accessed." He studied my face for a moment, then sighed. "Think of it like knowing your favorite book. Or movie, as is likely your case. You know it backward and forward by heart. You can quote any line from any scene on command without hesitation. You are possibly even able to mentally picture certain moments, as if you were watching it at that moment. Am I correct?" I pondered his words for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yeah, I guess so." "Then it will be the same with her life." He placed his hands on my small shoulders and turned me to face the mirror again. "You have every memory Alexandra had in your head now. You have access to all of her memories. You will be able to summon the answer to any question she would be able to answer. Who her friends are. Her parents. How to walk and talk as she did. Additionally, you will also have every memory of your former life." "So, I'm not getting my other memories, the ones I had as Jarod, erased?" "That would defeat the purpose as well. If the Hosts were to do that, then it would be several more years before you were anywhere close to your previous skill levels. Which would be a monumental waste of time." "Okay, I think I understand now." Alistair shook his head. "Somehow, I doubt that. But, alas, I must be off now. Don't worry, I'll be checking in from time to time to make sure you're adjusting." "Wait," I said as I spun back around. "What am I supposed to do?" That superiorly amused smirk reappeared. "Well, my suggestion would be to start getting ready for school." He gestured to a nearby vanity table. The chair in front of it had a school uniform hanging over the back of it. "And I would hold off on patrolling until you're back at full power. The Hosts really don't want to have to stick you in yet another body." "Alistair," I started to say, but he was gone. I turned back to the girl in the mirror. Alexandra Joan McKenzie. Sixteen years old. Birthday of June first. Favorite color was forest green. She was known as Alex to her friends, Alexandra to her parents, and Lex to her little brother, Simon. The ease with which her memories flowed into my mind was both exciting and scary. I glanced down at my wrists. There was no trace of the razor wounds to be found. And considering that I didn't wake up in the mental ward of the local hospital, I had to venture a guess that the Hosts had rewound time after I jumped on board. Turning the successful suicide into an event that never happened. "Alexandra!" my mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "You better hurry or you're going to be late." "Yes, ma'am!" I called back. Mainly because it was what Alexandra would have done. Freaky. The first thing I did was move the clothes from the vanity's chair to the bed. Then I sat down and went about applying a light touch of makeup to my face. Both school and Alexandra's parents were strict about the amount of face paint girls should wear, so I stuck to a smidge of eyeshadow, a bit of blush, and some bubblegum pink lip gloss. I brushed my hair a few times to get the tangles from the pillow free. Then I wrapped a piece of white silk ribbon around near the base of my skull. This lifted the hair off my neck and gave it an increased appearance of fullness. Just knowing that I knew that sent a chill down my spine. I stood up, unbuttoned the pajama top, pulled it off, and tossed it on the bed. The breasts swayed with every motion. The nipples were a dark brown, surrounded by areola that were easily the size of half-dollars. I admired them for a few moments in the mirror before realizing that I needed to get my butt in gear. I grabbed a plain white bra from the top of the pile of clothes. As a guy, I had taken countless number of bras off of chicks. It never occurred to me what it might take to put on one. However, since Alexandra had been doing it since she was twelve, I was able to securely support my bosom in a matter of seconds. Then it was on to the rest of the uniform. The button-down blouse was white, of course, and had a Peter Pan collar that sat over a dark blue crossover tie. The fact that I knew what the type of collar the shirt had threw me for a loop. The skirt was a pleated, grey wool number that came down to just above the knee. Luckily, I hadn't had any more growth spurts recently. The last time I had to go to the Headmaster's office and get the hem measured. A pair of dark blue knee socks, navy and white saddle shoes, and a navy blazer with the crest of St. Pius Preparatory Academy embroidered on the pocket rounded out the rest of my daily attire. I returned to the mirror once more. By now, the reflection seemed more like something I was used to and not something that I'd never seen before. Alistair had promised that I would know this girl as well as I knew my previous self. The worry came from just how easily I was getting acclimated. "Lex!" Simon shouted as he walked past my door and banged on it with his fist. "Dad says if you aren't down in ten minutes, you're walking to school." The sound of him bouncing down the stairs made me laugh. "Coming!" I yelled. I grabbed a black leather backpack from next to the desk by the window, shoved several textbooks inside it. Then retrieved a light pink purse from where it hung on the closet door. The phone from the nightstand was dropped into the purse. Turning around once more, slowly, to make sure I didn't forget anything, I finally declared myself ready to face my first day as Alexandra. I crossed over to the bedroom door, put my hand on the knob, and drew in a deep breath. "You've got this, Jarod," I whispered to myself. "It'll be a piece of cake." Then I opened the door and headed downstairs to face Alexandra's family. Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the start of this little tale of mine. I am a big fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and often wondered what it would be like if I found myself in Buffy's body. What would that be like. This is my attempt to discover the answers. As always, comments and feedback are appreciated. Sincerely, Limbo's Mistress