The Master settled back in his seat imperially and watched as his newest meal slash family member started messing around with wires behind the strange box he'd just finished lugging down into the cavern. Somewhere in a not too distant cave there was a muted roar he couldn't quite place.

There was a spark from behind the box and a bit of colorful language. All at once there was a squawk of noise and an unholy light coming from one side of the box, and suddenly there was an image of a human staring back at him... from INSIDE the thing.

Was this some new torture device?

A form of magical prison?

Suddenly the new vampire bounced into the seat next to him and pointed a small device at the box. The human disappeared and several more took it's place. Before he could question the boy, the new undead jumped up and down with excitement.

Six hours later the strange new fledge was so much dust in the wind. It was obvious to the Master, and should have been to any vampire worthy of the line of Aurelian, that Joey belonged with Pacey, and that anyone as whiny as that weirdly effeminate Dawson clearly deserved to be eaten, title character or not.