PROLOGUE
Midnight sat on the edge of the roof of The Last Chance Garage and swung her legs like a little girl on a swing. But she was probably as far away from a little girl as you could get. Midnight was a vampire and so old now that she didn't even remember her age. Her golden eyes flashed yellow as a familiar purple limousine cruised past the garage, she growled deep in her throat but the driver didn't stop. Every decade or so Plutark would send a new representative to try and take down the garage but Midnight and the Blackwing Court had blocked them at every turn. It was the least they could do for the woman that had helped them so much.
Midnight shook her head and snarled, jumping down to the pavement she landed just before the rolling garage doors. Damn Riordan for sending her on that assignment! If he had sent someone else, or if she had hidden herself better, none of this would ever have happened. Midnight looked at the dark and decrepit garage, useless to everyone but she would not relinquish it. There were too many memories in there, some she wished she could forget.
Midnight rolled up the door and stepped inside, everything had been stripped many years ago and there was nothing left but empty space. She walked across the floor and sighed as all the memories came flooding back. Vinnie and his big mouth, Modo and his big everything. And Throttle. Oh Throttle. Midnight snarled again as a tear tried to find an escape from her eye. She spun on her heel and stormed from the building, why had she come here? Midnight had always prided herself on her inhumanity, emotions were so messy. She sighed when soft footsteps came into the garage.
"What now?" she snapped. The new vampire cleared her throat and spoke in a low, respectful voice.
"We have a problem. April has lost her mind; she is becoming a danger to us and the humans."
"How did this happen?" growled Midnight. Her eyes flashed yellow in the darkness and her fangs grew as she stalked towards the messenger.
"Edgar! He must have gotten to her, she's been talking about memories. The guilt has become too much, we did not allow her the choice or the training we did the others" cried the messenger. Midnight stopped, she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
"I know this. I've known this since the day I met her. April was always . . . Unstable. I took pity on her because she was scared, alone and dyeing. Damn those mice!" she roared. Midnight yanked on her leather duster and sped from the garage, she moved onto the sides of the buildings and ran on all fours to gain more speed. The Biker Mice from Mars had shown her that it was okay to feel, it was okay to be something more human. But it wasn't. This was what came of being human. Insanity, betrayal and agony.
Midnight dropped into a graveyard and strode across the damp grass towards a large crypt with the word BLACKWING carved above the door. She stood and stared at the entrance to her Court for a moment, her mind once again flowing backwards to memories of the past. They had met April after Limburger's first attack. Midnight remembered when April was just the girl in the mirror.