The picture in her files was a bit dated: among others, the hair had changed dramatically, but it still showed the girl sitting in her living room. Dawn Summers, daughter of Hank and Joyce Summers, sister of Buffy Summers. The Slayer.
She had the sister of a Slayer in her living room. Victoria was star-struck. Ever since finding out about what really happened in the night, she had been impressed by the people who took a stand against it. To fight against a never ending darkness was to her one of the bravest things any human could do.
And then she'd learned about the Slayer...
In a world where she'd always believed the only superheroes could be found in comics, the greatest of them all lived. A hero without equal. A hero who would willingly give her life in order to protect humanity as a whole. A hero who would go out every night and destroy the evil threatening everything she cared for. A hero without whom the world would have been lost to the darkness millennia ago.
And every time one of these heroes died, another would willingly take her place. Never complaining about taking up this heavy duty. Always ready to do what was needed despite her own youth.
To Victoria the Slayer was like the holy grail: something both normal and so far beyond it that it was difficult to understand it even existed in this world. And the girl in her living room was the Slayer's sister.
Well, sort of.
Never had she been so close to the Slayer; even when she'd first learned the current Slayer had lived in Los Angeles - something she only found out after the Slayer had moved to Sunnydale - Victoria had never expected to get this close to her.
Well, at least it explained how Dawn was able to recognize all the religious items and their purpose. No doubt her entire family was aware of everything that had to do with the supernatural. Victoria had long suspected the reason behind the divorce of Hank and Joyce was an excuse so they could collect information from two different places without drawing too much attention to their constant travelling.