Authors Note

Before we begin I must state, that I do not in anyway own any of the characters depicted here except for the characters that are not part of the Morganville Vampires canonical series. Any similarities to characters outside this franchise are entirely coincidental. All credit for Morganville Vampire works used in this fanfic, belong SOLELY to Rachael Caine. This is a fanfiction made purely for fun and in no way is meant to be used for monetary gain. If such a thing is occurring, it is without my knowledge or consent. With that out of the way, I would like to state that I will try to make this series as true to the Morganville Vampires series as possible. Think of these as events that happen between certain books. This particular event occurs between Ghost Town and Bite Club. Now then. With that, lets begin!

Prologue

Trouble Arrives

(Narrator P.O.V.)

This is Morganville. A mostly quiet, remote, moderately sized town out in the Texas desert. It is a town run by two different factions, the undead, powerful vampires, and the resourceful, living humans. Unlike other places, here peace resides, however fragile. It all thanks to the founder, Amelie, a very old vampire who built it solely to ensure her species survival. Despite her efforts, she has quite a few enemies and allies.

However, she also has a powerful group on her side that has decided the fate of Morganville many times over. The residents of Glass House. Those being, Claire Danvers, a bright 17 year old who is myrnin's apprentice and has been granted the status of neutral who is currently attending TPU. Then there is Eve Rosser, a university coffee shop worker who dresses like a Goth who, while estranged from most of her known family, has been granted the status of neutral. The third resident is Shane Collins, son of self-proclaimed vampire killer Frank Collins who also has been granted the status of neutral. Our final resident is Michael Glass, owner of the Glass House, youngest vampire of the world, rock star of Morganville, and another one who has been granted status of neutral.

Thanks to these four, Morganville still stands. However, a new danger has arrived to Morganville, one that is stronger and more dangerous than any they have faced before. The worst part? None of them even see it coming.

(No P.O.V.)

It is a dark, stormy January night. A lone stranger is out wandering the streets of Morganville, very much unaware of the dangers of Morganville nighttime. It is currently 12 am, as she wanders down a street 4 blocks from the Glass House. A group of 4 vampires lurk towards her, very much hungry and looking for a fight. They all sport leather biker jackets, pants, boots, gloves, chokers, spiked wrist bands, and Mohawks of varying color. The first says to the stranger as they approach "what's up little human? don't you know it's dangerous to be out at night?". The second adds, "Yes, it isn't wise to roam the streets of Morganville at night. Are you fresh meat perhaps?".

They all laugh and start to encircle the stranger who is wearing a dirty, muddy black hoodie, dirty, muddy blue jeans, black Velcro strip-style shoes, and a plain black backpack. The stranger is fairly small, being only 5 ft., 5 in. tall and looking to only weigh no more than 120 pounds. The stranger watches each one as they circle her, right to left. After a few minutes of what seems to be thought, she replies "I don't want any trouble. I am just..." she pauses for a few seconds then continues "Searching for a place to sleep for the night". The vampires laugh again, and look at each other and then the girl.

"Oh? Is that so? If that's true, you're in the wrong part of town..." the third said. The fourth chimed in "This is a residential sector... OUR turf in other words... and we don't take kindly to intruders... right boys?". With that, the four vampires fangs show as they hiss at her and make a motion to leap for her. However, within a single second and they fangs right at her clothing, an invisible force sends then all flying. The stranger sighs, and in an instant the vampires are floating in the air as they struggle and struggle with all their might.

"Wh-what the hell is this!?" the second one yells in panic. "What are you doing to us!?" the fourth says very much alarmed. "You couldn't just be gentleman and point me in the right direction..." the stranger says and sighs, then continues "Sorry... I'm no good with restraint. You picked the wrong newcomer to attack...". With that, the hoodie starts to move like a wind is circling the stranger, as the vampires start to struggle vigorously, screaming in agony. In a minute, their eyes bleed crimson tears, blood comes from their ears, and blood spills from their mouths. They now have a vacant, empty expression. The invisible force seemingly vanishes and they fall, lifeless to the ground.. The stranger then runs northward, disappearing into the night.

(Frank's P.O.V.)

I was experimenting with what he was capable of, trying to create a material image like Ada had been able to. That's when I sensed it... someone had crossed the border into Morganville. At first, I ignored it. Then I sensed something that caught me completely off guard. I felt an energy very similar to the barrier that guarded memories of Morganville from those that leave... albeit different. I immediately tried to sense the source and quickly found it, it was 4 blocks from the Glass House. I was about to call Claire when I noticed something, there are 4 vampires near the source. Within a minute, the vampires vanished from my senses.

I was speechless. I was amazed. I ceased to sense the source too, which concerned me greatly. Never before had this happened to my knowledge... and worse, I couldn't sense where the source of it was. Whether it had moved or was still there. I decided to instead alert Myrnin to this issue. I simply sent a text message to Claire's phone saying 'Come to the lab tomorrow, something important has come up'. With that, I used Myrnins own phone to say "Myrnin".

Myrnin was currently occupied reading a rather old looking book, he closed it and said "What is it Frank?". "We have a problem... a large one". It was hard to tell if Myrnin was alarmed, annoyed, dismissive, or what as he replied "What is it Frank? If it's that you need help learning how to do some other functions I told you-" and I cut him off. "No. Nothing like that. I've lost track of 4 vampires... that were circling something of similar energy to the barrier that locks the memories of those that leave". I could tell now for sure that Myrnin was legitimately shocked. It took the old vampire a few minutes to ask "Are you sure?". "Yes" I responded, then continued "And I lost track of whatever it was that was emitting the energy". Myrnin sat there for a few more minutes before asking "Did anyone recently cross the border?". I answered "Yes. I didn't think it important to track them though at the time. I can say... based on the speed they were traveling, they were walking".

Myrnin got up at that and started to pace, thinking. It was obvious why too. To Myrnins knowledge, only he had created a computer capable of memory locking, portal creation, and other odd functions. Now, the possibility of another such computer, let alone a portable version, was no doubt a shock. I didn't even try to rationalize it, I was still trying to get over the fact that this thing I was a part of even existed. Myrnin finally, after a good 10 minutes, said "We need to either meet whoever controls the source of that energy... or we need to find a way to determine if they're friend or foe. From what we have, I can say for now they are not a foe, as they acted in self defense... but..." and Myrnin trailed off. I agreed though. This was big, whether either of us wanted to admit it or not.

Ending comments

With that, the prologue is done. If you don't like long chapters, sorry but that's kinda the theme that'll be running here. I'll update when I can, but expect at least once a week. Please read and review. Also, feel free to ask questions, though I may not answer them at this time. I will say this now, this particular story won't be the only one. it's the first of a line of stories. I do hope you'll enjoy them.