"In every generation, there is a chosen one." "She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness." "She is the slayer." "Are you sure this is a good idea?" "It's a great idea." "Now, come on." "You go to school here?" "I used to." "On top of the gym, it's so cool." "You can see the whole town." "I don't want to go up there." "You can't wait, huh?" "We're just gonna get in trouble." "Yeah, you can count on it." "What was that?" "What was what?" "I heard a noise." "It's nothing." "Well, maybe it's something." "Well, maybe it's some thing." "That's not funny." "Hello." "There's nobody here." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "OK." "Buffy!" "I'm up, Mom." "Don't want to be late for your first day!" "No... wouldn't want that." "OK." "Have a good time." "I know you're gonna make friends right away." "Just think positive." "And, honey... try not to get kicked out." "I promise." "OK." "Excuse me." "Coming through." "Pardon me." "Excuse me." "Whoa!" "Can't stop." "Please move." "Excuse me." "Oh, God!" "I'm okay." "I feel good." "Willow!" "You're so very much the person I wanted to see." "Really?" "Yeah." "You know, I kind of had a problem with the math." "Which part?" "The math." "Can you help me out tonight, please?" "Be my study buddy?" "Well, what's in it for me?" "A shiny nickel." "OK." "Do you have Theories In Trig?" "You should check it out." ""Check it out"?" "From the library... where the books live." "Right." "I'm there." "See?" "I wanna change." "Hey, Jesse." "What's what?" "New girl." "That's right." "I saw her." "Pretty much a hotty." "I heard someone was transferring." "So tell." "Tell what?" "What's the sitch?" "What do you know about her?" "New girl." "Well, you're certainly a font of nothing." "Buffy Summers." "Sophomore, late of Hemery High in Los Angeles." "Interesting record." "Quite a career." "Welcome to Sunnydale." "A clean slate, Buffy, that's what you get here." "What's past is past." "We're not interested in what it says on a piece of paper, even if it says..." "Whoa." "Mr. Flutie..." "All the kids here are free to call me Bob." "Bob..." "But they don't." "I know my transcripts are a little... colorful." "Hey, we're not caring about that." "Do you think "colorful"" "is the word?" "Not "dismal"?" "Wasn't that bad." "You burned down the gym." "I did." "I really did, but... but you're not seeing the big picture here." "I mean, that gym was full of vampi..." "Asbestos." "Buffy, don't worry." "Any other school... they might say, "Watch your step"" "or "We'll be watching you,"" "but that's just not the way here." "We want to service your needs and help you to respect our needs." "And if your needs and our needs don't mesh..." "Sorry." "That's OK." "Can I have you?" "Can I help you?" "Thanks." "I don't know you, do I?" "I'm Buffy." "I'm new." "Xander is... is me." "Hi." "Thanks." "Well, maybe I'll see you around." "Maybe at school... since we both... go there." "Great." "It was nice to meet you." "We both go to school." "Very suave." "Very not pathetic." "Oh." "Hey!" "Hey!" "You forgot your... stake." "It's estimated that about 25 million people died in that one 4-year span." "But the fun part of the Black Plague is that it originated in Europe how?" "As an early form of germ warfare." "If you'll look at the map on page 63, you can trace the spread of the disease into Rome and then north..." "Here." "Thanks." "Sure." "And this popular plague led to what social changes?" "Steve?" "Hi, I'm Cordelia." "I'm Buffy." "If you're looking for a textbook of your very own, there's probably a few in the library." "Great." "Thanks." "Where would that be?" "I'll show you." "Come on." "So you're from Hemery, right?" "In L.A.?" "Yeah." "I would kill to live in L.A. ... that close to that many shoes." "You'll be OK here." "If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time." "Of course, we do have to test your coolness factor." "You're from L.A., so you can skip the written, but let's see." "Vamp nail polish?" "Over?" "So over." "James Spader?" "He needs to call me." "Frappaccinos?" "Trendy, but tasty." "John Tesh." "The devil." "That was pretty much a gimme, but you passed." "Good." "Willow." "Nice dress." "Good to know you've seen the softer side of Sears." "Well, my mom picked it out." "No wonder you're such a guy-magnet." "Are you done?" "If you want to fit in here, the first rule is know your losers." "Once you can identify them all by sight, they're a lot easier to avoid." "And if you're not too swamped with catching up, you should come by the Bronze tonight." "The who?" "The Bronze." "It's the only club worth going to around here." "They let anybody in, but it's still the scene." "It's in the bad part of town." "Where's that?" "About a half a block from the good part of town." "We don't have a whole lot of town here." "You should show." "Well, I'll try." "Good." "So, I'll see you at gym, and you can tell me absolutely everything there is to know about you." "Great." "That sounds like fun." "Hello?" "Is anybody here?" "Anybody's here." "Can I help you?" "I was looking for some... well, books." "I'm new." "Miss Summers?" "Good call." "Guess I'm the only new kid, huh?" "I'm Mr. Giles... the librarian." "I was told you were coming." "Great." "So, I'm gonna need Prospectives on 20th Century..." "I know what you're after." "That's not what I'm looking for." "Are you sure?" "I'm way sure." "My mistake." "So, what is it you sa..." "The new kid?" "She seems kind of weird to me." "What kind of name is Buffy?" "Hey, Aphrodesia." "Oh, hey." "The chatter in the caf is that she got kicked out and that's why her mom had to get a new job." "Neg!" "Pos!" "She was starting fights." "Negly!" "I heard from Blue, and she said..." "Hi." "Willow, right?" "Why?" "I mean, hi." "Did you want me to move?" "Why don't we start with "Hi, I'm Buffy,"" "and then let's segue directly into me asking you for a favor." "It doesn't involve moving, but it does involve hanging out with me for a while." "But aren't you hanging out with Cordelia?" "I can't do both?" "Not legally." "Look, I really want to get by here." "New school." "And Cordelia's been really nice... to me, anyway... but I kind of have this burning desire not to flunk all my classes, and I heard a rumor that you were the person to talk to if I wanted to get caught up." "I could totally help you out." "If you have 6th period free, we could meet in the library." "Or not." "We can meet someplace quieter." "Louder." "That place just kind of gives me the wiggins." "It has that effect on most kids." "I love it, though." "It's a great collection, and the new librarian is really cool." "He's new?" "Yeah, he just started." "He was a curator at some British museum... or The British Museum." "I'm not sure, but he knows everything, and he brought all these historical volumes and biographies, and am I the single dullest person alive?" "Not at all." "Hey, you guys busy?" "Are we interrupting?" "We're interrupting." "Hey there." "Buffy, this is Jesse and that's Xander." "Oh, me and Buffy go way back." "Old friends, very close." "Then there's that period of estrangement, where we both grew as people, but now here we are." "It's like old times." "I'm quite moved." "Is it me, or are you turning into a bibbling idiot?" "No, it's... it's not you." "Well, it's nice to meet you guys, I think." "We wanted to welcome you, make you feel at home... unless you have a scary home." "And to return this." "The only thing I can think is that you're building a really little fence." "Aha." "No..." "Actually, it was for self-defense." "Everyone has them in L.A." "Pepper spray is just so passé." "So what do you do for fun?" "What do you like?" "What do you look for in a man?" "Let's hear it." "If you have any dark, painful secrets you'd like us to publish..." "Gee, everyone wants to know about me." "How keen." "Well, not much goes on in a one-Starbucks town like Sunnydale." "You're pretty big news." "I'm not." "Really." "Are these guys bothering you?" "No." "She's not hanging out with us." "Hey, Cordelia." "Oh, please." "I don't mean to interrupt your downward mobility, but I just wanted to tell you that you won't be meeting Coach Foster... the woman with the chest hair... because gym was canceled due to the extreme dead guy in the locker." "What?" "What are you talking about?" "Some guy was stuffed in Aura's locker." "Dead?" "Totally dead." "Way dead." "Not just a little dead then?" "Don't you have an elsewhere to be?" "You know, if you need a shoulder to cry on or just to nibble on..." "How did he die?" "I don't know." "Were there any marks?" "Morbid much?" "I didn't ask." "I gotta book." "I'll see you guys later." "What's her deal?" "Great." "OK, what's the sitch?" "Sorry?" "You heard about the dead guy, right?" "The dead guy in the locker?" "Yes." "'Cause it's the weirdest thing." "He's got 2 little-little holes in his neck and all his blood's been drained." "Isn't that bizarre?" "Aren't you just going, "Ooh"?" "I was afraid of this." "Well, I wasn't." "It's my first day." "I was afraid that I was gonna be behind in all my classes, that I wouldn't make any friends, that I would have last month's hair." "I didn't think there'd be vampires on campus." "And I don't care." "Then why are you here?" "To tell you that..." "I don't care, which I don't, and have now told you, so... bye." "Is he..." "Will he rise again?" "Who?" "The boy." "No." "He's just dead." "Can you be sure?" "To make you a vampire, they have to suck your blood, and then you have to suck their blood." "It's, like, a whole big sucking thing." "Mostly they're just gonna kill you." "Why am I still talking to you?" "You really have no idea what's going on, do you?" "You think it's coincidence your being here?" "That boy was just the beginning." "Why can't you people just leave me alone?" "Because you are the slayer." "To each generation a slayer is born." "One girl in all the world, a chosen one, one born with the strength..." "And skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil blah, blah, blah." "I've heard it, OK?" "I really don't understand this attitude." "You've accepted your duty." "You've slain vampires before." "Yeah, and I've both been there and done that, and I'm moving on." "What do you know about this town?" "It's 2 hours on the freeway from Neiman-Marcus." "Dig a bit in the history of this place, and you'll find a steady stream of fairly odd occurrences." "I believe this whole area is a center of mystical energy, that things gravitate towards it that you might not find elsewhere." "Like vampires." "Zombies, werewolves, incubi, succubi..." "Everything you've ever dreaded was under your bed but told yourself couldn't be by the light of day." "They're all real." "What, you, like, sent away for the Time/Life series?" "Well, yes." "Did you get the free phone?" "The calendar." "Cool." "Wait." "OK." "First of all, I'm a vampire slayer." "And secondly, I'm retired." "Hey, I know." "Why don't you kill them?" "I'm a watcher." "I haven't the skill." "Stake through the heart, a little sunlight..." "It's like falling off a log." "A slayer slays, a watcher..." "Watches?" "Yes..." "No!" "He trains her." "He prepares her." "Prepares me for what?" "For getting kicked out of school?" "For losing all of my friends?" "For having to spend all of my time fighting for my life and never getting to tell anyone because I might endanger them?" "Go ahead." "Prepare me." "Damn." "What?" "It's getting worse." "What's getting worse?" "The influx of the undead, the supernatural occurrences." "It's been building for years." "There's a reason why you're here, and a reason why it's now." "Because now is the time my mom moved here." "Something's coming." "Something..." "Something is..." "is gonna happen here." "Soon." "Gee, can you vague that up for me?" "The signs, as far as I can tell, point to a crucial mystical upheaval very soon." "Days." "Possibly less." "Come on." "This is Sunnydale." "How bad an evil can there be here?" "The sleeper will wake." "The sleeper will wake." "The sleeper will wake, and the world will bleed." "Amen!" "Hi, I'm an enormous slut!" "Hello, would you like a copy of The Watchtower?" "I used to be so good at this." "Hi, hon." "Hey." "Are you going out tonight?" "Yeah, I'm going to a club." "Will there be boys there?" "No, Mom, it's a nun club." "Well, just be careful." "I will." "You know, I think we can make it work here." "I've got my positive energy flowing." "I'm gonna get the gallery on its feet." "Oh, we may have found a space today." "That's great." "And that school is a very nurturing environment, which is just what you need." "Well, actually..." "Not too nurturing." "I know." "You're 16." "I've read all about the dangers of overnurturing." "It's hard." "New town and everything." "It is for me, too." "I'm trying to make it work." "No, I'm going to make it work." "I know." "You're a good girl, Buffy." "You just fell in with the wrong crowd." "But that is all behind us now." "It is." "From now on," "I'm only going to hang out with the living..." "I mean, lively... people." "OK." "You have fun." "Is there a problem, ma'am?" "Yeah, there's a problem." "Why are you following me?" "I know what you're thinking, but don't worry." "I don't bite." "The truth is..." "I thought you'd be taller, or bigger muscles and all that." "You're pretty spry, though." "What do you want?" "The same thing you do." "OK... what do I want?" "To kill 'em." "To kill 'em all." "Sorry." "That's incorrect." "But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of Turtlewax." "What I want is to be left alone!" "Do you really think that's an option anymore?" "You're standing at the mouth of hell, and it's about to open." "Don't turn your back on this." "You've got to be ready." "What for?" "For the harvest." "Who are you?" "Let's just say..." "I'm a friend." "Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend!" "I didn't say I was yours." "Hey!" "Oh, hi." "Hi." "You're here with someone?" "No, I'm just here." "I thought Xander was going to show up." "Are you guys going out?" "No, we're just friends." "We used to go out, but we broke up." "How come?" "He stole my Barbie." "We were 5." "Oh." "I don't actually date a whole lot..." "lately." "Why not?" "Well, when I'm with a boy I like, it's hard for me to say anything cool or witty or at all." "I can usually make a few vowel sounds, and then I have to go away." "It's not that bad." "No, it is." "I think boys are more interested in a girl who can talk." "You really haven't been dating lately." "It's probably easy for you." "Yeah, real easy." "I mean, you don't seem too shy." "Well, my philosophy..." "Do you want to hear my philosophy?" "Yeah, I do." "Life is short." "Not original, I'll grant you, but it's true." "You know, why waste time being all shy and worried about some guy and if he's going to laugh at you?" "Seize the moment 'cause tomorrow you might be dead." "That's nice." "I'll be back in a minute." "That's OK." "You don't have to come back." "I'll be back in a minute." "Seize the moment." "So, you like to party with the students?" "Isn't that kind of skanky?" "Right." "This is me having fun." "Watching clown hair prance about is hardly my idea of a party." "I'd much rather be at home with a cup of Bovril and a good book." "You need a personality, stat!" "This is a perfect breeding ground for vampire activity." "It's dark, it's crowded..." "Besides, I knew you were likely to show up, and I have to make you understand." "That the harvest is coming, I know." "Your friend told me." "What did you say?" "The harvest." "That mean something to you?" "'Cause I'm drawing a blank." "I'm not sure." "Who told you this?" "This guy... dark, gorgeous in an annoying sort of way." "Well, I figured you two were buds." "No." "The harvest." "Did he say anything else?" "Something about the mouth of hell." "I really didn't like him." "Look at them, throwing themselves about, completely unaware of the danger that surrounds them." "Lucky them." "Or perhaps you're right." "Perhaps there is no trouble coming." "The signs could be wrong." "It's not as though you've been having the nightmares." "My mom doesn't even get out of bed anymore, and the doctor says it's Epstein-Barr." "I'm like, "Please, it's chronic hepatitis, or at least Chronic Fatigue Syndrome."" "I mean, nobody cool has Epstein-Barr anymore." "Hey, Cordelia." "Yay, it's my stalker." "Hey, you..." "you look great." "Well, I'm glad we had this little chat." "Listen, you know, you want to dance, you know?" "With you?" "Well, uh, yeah." "Well, uh, no." "Come on, guys." "Fine." "Plenty other fish in the sea." "Yeah, I'm on the prowl." "Witness me prowling." "I didn't say I'd never slay another vampire." "It's not like I have all these fluffy bunny feelings for them." "I'm just not going to get way extracurricular with it." "You know, if I see one, sure..." "Will you be ready?" "There's so much you don't know about them, about your own powers." "A vampire appears to be completely normal, until the feed is upon them." "Only then do they reveal their true demonic visage." "You're like a textbook with arms." "I know this." "The point is, a slayer should be able to see them anyway, without looking, without thinking." "Can you tell me if there's a vampire in this building?" "Maybe." "You should know." "Even through this mass and this din you should be able to sense them." "Well, try." "Reach out with your mind." "You have to hone your senses, focus until the energy washes over you, till you..." "feel every particle of..." "There's one." "Where?" "Right there, talking to that girl." "You don't know..." "Please!" "Look at his jacket." "He's got the sleeves rolled up." "And the shirt?" "Deal with that outfit for a moment." "It's dated?" "It's carbon dated." "Trust me, only someone living underground for 10 years would think that was still the look." "But you didn't... hone." "Oh, no!" "Isn't that..." "Willow." "What's she doing?" "Seizing the moment." "Cordelia." "God!" "What is your childhood trauma?" "Have you guys seen Willow?" "Did she come by here?" "Why?" "Do you need to attack her with a stick?" "Jeez!" "Excuse me." "I have to call everyone I have ever met right now." "That was quick." "Well done." "I need to go to the library." "This harvest thing is..." "I didn't find them." "The vampire is not dead?" "No, but my social life is on the critical list." "So what do we do?" "I'll take care of it." "I need to come with you, yes?" "Don't worry." "One vampire I can handle." "So, what did you say your name was?" "Darla." "Darla." "You know, I haven't seen you around before." "Are you from around here?" "No, but I have family here." "Have I met them?" "You probably will." "Master." "I am weak." "Come the harvest, you will be restored." "The harvest." "We're almost there." "Soon you'll be free." "I must be ready." "I need my strength." "I've sent your servants to bring you some food." "Good." "Luke..." "Yes?" "Bring me something..." "young." "Sure is dark." "It's night." "Well, that's a dark time, night." "Traditionally." "I still can't believe I've never seen you at school." "Do you have Mr. Chomsky for History?" "The ice cream bar is this way." "It's past Hamilton Street." "I know a shortcut." "Hey, leaving already?" "Xander, have you seen Willow?" "Not tonight, no." "She left with a guy." "We're talking about Willow, right?" "Scoring at the Bronze." "Work it, girl..." "I need to find her." "Where would he take her?" "Why?" "Hey, I hope he's not a vampire, because then you might have to slay him." "Was there a school bulletin?" "Was it in the newspaper?" "Is there anyone in this town who doesn't know I'm a slayer?" "I only know that you think that you're the slayer, and the reason why I know that..." "Well, whatever." "It doesn't matter." "Just tell me, where would Willow go?" "You're serious." "We don't find her, and there's going to be one more dead body in the morning." "OK, this is nice..." "and scary." "Are you sure this is faster?" "Hey, you ever been in one of these?" "No." "Thank you." "Come on." "What are you afraid of?" "That wasn't funny." "I think I'm going to go." "Is that what you think?" "Is this the best you could do?" "She's fresh." "Hardly enough to share." "Why didn't you bring your own?" "I did." "Hey, wait up." "Oh, my God, Jesse." "You know, I think you gave me a hickey." "I got hungry on the way." "Jesse, let's get out of here." "You're not going anywhere." "Leave us alone." "You're not going anywhere until we've fed." "Well, this is nice." "It's a little bare, but a dash of paint, a few throw pillows, call it home." "Who the hell are you?" "You mean there's actually somebody in this town who doesn't know already?" "That's a relief." "I'm telling you guys, having a secret identity in this town is a job of work." "Buffy, we bail now, right?" "Not yet." "OK, first of all, what's with the outfit?" "Live in the now, OK?" "You look like DeBarge." "Now, we can do this the hard way or..." "Well, actually, there's just the hard way." "That's fine with me." "Are you sure?" "Now, this is not going to be pretty." "We're talking violence, strong language, adult content." "See what happens when you roughhouse?" "He was young and stupid." "Xander, go." "Don't go far." "Come on." "You know, I just wanted to start over, be like everybody else." "Have some friends, you know, maybe a dog." "But, no." "You had to come here." "You couldn't go suck on some other town." "Who are you?" "Don't you know..." "I don't care." "You were supposed to be bringing an offering for the master." "We're almost at harvest, and you dally with this child?" "We had someone, but then she came." "She killed Thomas." "Luke, she's strong." "You go." "I'll see if I can handle the little girl." "You're strong." "I'm stronger." "We'll get the police." "It's just a few blocks up." "You're wasting my time." "Hey, I had other plans too, OK?" "You think you can stop me?" "Stop us?" "You have no idea what you're dealing with." "And like a plague of boils, the race of man covered the Earth." "But on the third day of the newest light will come the harvest, when the blood of men will flow as wine, when the master will walk among them once more." "The Earth... will belong to the old ones, and hell itself will come to town." "Amen."