(TO THE MODS: Sorry if I spammed, I kept posting the wrong chapter. This is the one I'm posting. So sorry!)

Beta'd by xaphania

Matt walked into the ritzy demon bar, looking around with a quizzical glance. He'd never seen a demon bar that was so... fancy before. They were usually dives, but this place was actually clean. The thing he found most peculiar was the stage and the green demon dressed in an overly colorful suit, belting out the lyrics to a Frankie Lymon song. He was on key too, Matt noticed, holding in his laughter. Frankie Lymon was a fourteen year old. How the demon, who was probably a thousand years older than the original singer, could get his voice so high was beyond Matt.

“Thank you, thank you!” the green demon said as the music slowly faded into silence. “I'll be accepting readings again tonight, but you know the drill! You have to get up and use your vocal chords to the fullest, then come see me. I'll tell you as much as I can! Now, who's first?”

Matt watched as a bunch of demons raised their hands, almost begging to be first. He was reminded of a class of high school students, trying to impress the hot substitute teacher by answering a question. It made him chuckle and shake his head as he walked to the bar.

“Whiskey, straight up,” Matt told the bartender. “Might as well leave the bottle, mate.”

The bartender nodded and placed a shot glass in front of him, filling it with the brown liquid before leaving the bottle with Matt.

“Oh, someone is drinking for two, tonight. Girl troubles?”

Matt turned around, finding the singing demon right behind him. “Not really, more like identity problems. You're the empath demon, right?”

“Come on, I'm not famous enough to be known by name yet? I've probably sold over a thousand CDs to humans and demons around the world, and they can't even pass my name off as Lorne and not Mr. Empath Demon?” Lorne said, shaking his head. “Ingrates, I tell ya'!”

Matt smirked, shrugging his shoulder. “Well, all I know is that a couple of demons told me you could help me, so here I am. I'm not singing though...”

Lorne handed his empty glass to Enrique behind the bar, and accepted the full one filled to the brim. Lorne loved his Sea Breezes. “But you have to. I can't read you any other way.”

“I... I don't think I know any songs to sing. I don't even know my real name. Can't I just hum, or something?”

“That won't be enough. Maybe you could, I don't know, sing any song you can think of. Even if you don't know the words. Just string words together with a tune.” Lorne said, admiring the vampire's amazing cheekbones. “Before you start, I need something to look for. What do you want to know? Start with your name.”

“I call myself Matt, but I don't know my real name. I need to know about my past. Anything you pick up, I want to know. I woke up a couple of months ago with a mystical amnesia. No one has been able to bring my memories back, but I hear you can set me on the right path to get them back.”

“All right, I can probably help you out. Now, sing something already!.”

Matt smiled. A genuine smile, which surprised him. He felt hope flare inside him, knowing he was just minutes away from finding out the truth. He felt like he was getting closer and closer to finding out who he was, and it made him almost dizzy with happiness. He thought for a few moments, trying to come up with something to sing. He decided on a song that had come to him in a dream.

'Early one morning just as the sun was rising, I heard a fair maid sing in the valley below. Oh, don't deceive me. Oh, never leave me. How could you use a poor maiden so?'

Lorne listened to his velvety voice, searching his past for something. He came up with nothing, though. Not even a blip in the vampire's past. Lorne tried to take a look into his future, but he was blocked. It was like Matt was forcing his past onto Lorne so much that he couldn't try to see anything else. He did find out that Matt had a soul and was on the side of good, which was a rarity in vampires. For all Lorne knew, he could have been cursed by Gypsies, forced to fight on the side of good. Lorne thought about Spike for a fleeting second, but knew it wasn't possible that this vampire could be one and the same. From what he had read of Buffy's future, Spike knew who he was. And his hair was platinum blonde.

He had no clue what to tell Matt, but he instantly thought about Angel and his gang. After the little spat he had had with Angel the night before, he was a little wary to send business to him, but he could feel the desperation coming off Matt. Lorne didn't want to hide any information from him, knowing he was an innocent when it came to what had happened the night before. With his mind made up, he motioned for Matt to stop singing.

“Well?” Matt asked, sounding excited.

Lorne frowned and shook his head. “Nope, I didn't get anything on your past.” Lorne's frown deepened at the crestfallen look on the vampire's chiseled face. “However, I do know someone, or some people, who will be able to help you. They’re experts on the supernatural and they will be able to do something for you, I'm sure.”

Matt look relieved as he watched Lorne jot something down on a piece of paper. “Just head on over to this address, and you'll get what you're looking for. Big hotel, can't miss it.”

Smiling, Matt nodded, barely refraining from pulling the demon into a hug while jumping for joy. “Ta, mate,” he said, keeping his cool.

“You're welcome, Matt. Let me know if you find anything out, okay? You should definitely come back, your voice is awesome.”

Matt chuckled and waved at the demon as he walked out. “Like bloody hell I will. I don't want to be put on the spot like that ever again,” he muttered.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“So,” Buffy said, sitting down on the round couch in the middle of the Hyperion. “Where do we start, and what do we say to the Slayers. Preferably something that doesn't sound insane, maybe?”

“I don't know, you're the Original Slayer. Connect with them, somehow,.” Dawn said, arranging the papers on the ground so Buffy could read them correctly. “But, if you want my opinion, maybe you should just tell them that they won an incredible vacation to England, and ship 'em off to Giles. I mean, he's a Watcher, right?”

Buffy glared at her, getting the point across that that idea was not a good one. “Somehow, I don't think that will work, Dawnie.”

“It was just a suggestion,” Dawn grumbled. “I'd like to see you come up with something better.”

“I'm just gonna call Giles. Because I'm at a loss for what to do.” Buffy sighed, getting up off the chair to go to the phone.

She dialed the number, remembering the last conversation she had had with Willow. It had been a little over two hours, now. Buffy wondered what was taking her friend so long, but she didn't want to rush the spell, either.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Giles.”

“Oh, Buffy! Just the person I was thinking about calling. Do you have a moment?”

“Uh, yeah. I called you, remember?”

“Right.” Giles smiled, missing her American sarcasm more than he had thought he did. “Well, I wanted to tell you that Willow, Xander and I have come up with a solution to the current predicament. We gathered the other surviving Watchers and talked through some ideas until we came up with the right one.”

“Hold on, let me put you on speaker,” Buffy said, pressing the little red button before hanging up the phone. Only Dawn was there with her, since Angel had gone to talk with Wesley in his office, but Buffy felt that Dawn should hear what Giles had to say too. “Okay, continue.”

“All right. We've decided to start a Slayer school. It will be similar to a college, a boarding school, if you will. All of the girls will tell their parents that they got into a prestigious school here in England and then they will be brought here, so they can study the ways of a Slayer. Now, Willow made a good point, and we thought you might like to be the tie breaker. Some of the other Watchers thought this idea was preposterous, of course, but a lot of others thought it was valid.”

“Okay, what is it?” Buffy asked, feeling a little curious.

“Well, we thought it would be good to give the Slayers a choice. They can either live their lives normally, or come and study here. Now, if they choose to stay where they are, they will be monitored daily by the coven so they don't use their enhanced abilities for the wrong reasons. If they are caught intentionally doing harm to humans in any way, they will be brought back here, without a choice. They only get one chance. The girls that do come here, can leave if they wish to, and will also be monitored. What do you think?”

“Wow, Giles!” Buffy said, a smile blooming on her face. “That’s a great idea! If only I’d had that choice. I think it's totally fair, and I expect you to enforce that rule. Don't let anybody change your mind.”

“I agree,” Dawn said. “That is a good rule.”

“Good, I'll let the others know. Now, what was it that you called me for, Buffy?”

Buffy was about to tell Giles all about the unwatched Slayers, when the door to the hotel jangled, signaling someone's arrival. Buffy quickly glanced behind her, before turning her attention back to the phone. “Well, there’s been an increase in...”

Buffy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, wondering if what she’d just seen was real. She slowly turned around, afraid that her eyes had betrayed her, but when she saw him standing there, looking like a lost puppy, she felt her knees go weak.

“Spike?”

TBC