It would've been different if it had been anyone else. Heading to upstate New York wasn't really her deal, and pushing things off onto other people wasn't what she wanted to be known for. She was finally getting handed things that she actually felt were worth her effort, and didn't want to go back to just getting things set up for other people. There were more Slayers out there, but she wasn't really sure if they were all able to handle the job. They were new, and things we're always going to be insert stake point A into vampire chest B. At least this time, she felt like she'd put things in good hands. Brenn was doing good, and she had Lexa with her, so there wasn't much else to question.

It did take her longer than she expected, and hitting the bridge into the city at night was a lot more memorable than she'd recalled. The city really did have a life of it's own, and it made her miss Boston a bit more than she thought it would. The drive to Lyons wasn't so bad, and at one point it did just become a natural progression of spotting familiar land marks. The roads wound through the woods, and eventually she came to the driveway.

Slowing the car, she heard the crunch of the gravel beneath the tires, making her way toward the house. Parking it over toward the side of the drive, she got out and tugged her jacket back on. She'd taken it off for the drive, the heat running a bit warmer than she needed as she went. Now the night air put the chill back into her skin, her hands pulling her jacket a bit closer to her chest. She wasn't going to zip it up, but she could at the very least hold it tight.

Her boots crunched through the gravel, the same that the tires on her car had, moving up toward the front door. Glancing to her watch, she wondered if she should've texted him when she got into Lyons, but both of them knew that Faith wasn't exactly the type to call ahead.

Ringing the doorbell, she took a step back away from the door, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.