Eve stood in front of the Magic Box, longing to go in and bask in the warm light that pour through the glass windowpanes. Not that it mattered of course. The light wouldn't do anything to add color to her pale skin, nor impenetrate the walls of stone she had built up over the decades of wandering from city to city, from state to state and country to country until she settled in Los Angeles two years before.

Her long journey started in New Orleans around 1830's.Eve's mother was a rich widow from England and she settled down in the French Quarter of the city. There until Eve was ten they lived well to do and she went to school and socialized with other girls her age.

Then she met William. She always saw him at or around dusk, and he stayed in the shadows. William claimed to know her mother and he even knew facts about her deceased father who was buried in England.

The two grew to become close and after months of friendship he confided in her that he was her brother. He said that he had run away, from their father who was a bad man. Being only 10 at the time, Eve was naïve and hung on to every world that came out of the man's mouth.

One day, as was the custom, William walked young Eve home, feeling protective over such as weak creature. But that day was different, when they reached the house they found it in flames. It was Chaos; people milled in the streets and over the din, the ghastly screams of Eve's mother could be heard. William had to hold back the terrified child and that was the day Eve realized how cold 'her William' really was.

That was also the day she learned about vampires and demons, her family's past in England, and why she had never heard of William before.

Eve was dragged into the world of darkness, be coming part of William's family. William and his lover Drusilla cared for the little human girl and William spoiled her.

But Eve could never shake the feeling that Drusilla was watching her, and hated her. William had opted for not siring the young girl until she was older, and could take care of herself. He also tried not to feed while his darling little sister was around.

One day, three years later, Drusilla decided that she would take Eve about the darkened city while William the Bloody went to feed. When they were about the streets Drusilla pushed her down and started to hit young Eve.

Scared for her life, Eve tried to get away, tried to run for William, but Drusilla was faster and caught the 13-year-old girl. "Time to go back," she sing-songed and dragged the frightened girl down the street.

When they arrived at their place of residence, they found William the Bloody already waiting for them. His faced darkened when he saw that Dusilla was dragging Eve.

"Luv, why are you holing Eve so viciously?" he inquired.

"William, I hate to tell you this…but when we went out she tried to escape to Daddy," Drusilla lied. William made a face at the mention of his grandsire. He didn't like that vampire much.

Eve watched in horror as he vamped out and came toward her. "You wanted to be turned? You couldn't wait, or was I not good enough for you?" he snarled. Eve shuddered, knowing if she said anything it would just work against her. She had seen it happen may times with vampires. "Answer me!" William yelled. Eve shuddered again and let out a sob.

That's when William the Bloody lost it, he turned the only link to his humanity.

The next night both Drusilla and William left the current city they were in, leaving a newly turned Eve to die.

"No use thinking about the past princess. Besides, your Da wouldn't be amused that you're in Sunnydale," an Irish brogue came from the shadows.

Eve gave a soft smile and turned to the shadows. "But what he doesn't know, won't hurt him…right?" she grinned coyly and went on, "Doyle, you wouldn't tell on me right? I went to school today, wasn't late or skipped any classes. I just took the train down. As long as I get back before Dawn, he doesn't have to know."

The person identified as Doyle stepped out of the shadows. "Princess, I thought you learned this a long time ago, your Da knows everything. I thought you learned that lesson a long time ago."

"I can wish you know, and that wasn't my fault. The little bugger was annoying me, so I staked him. Who really gives if he was an informant?" Eve shrugged carelessly.

"Your dad did, Eric wasn't really hated by the demon community like him, or you for that matter," Doyle remarked as the two walked down the street.

"It was his fault, he hit on me," again she shrugged.

"Whatever you say princess," he shook his head, "whatever you say."

It's my first try yada, yada, yada.

This takes place (I guess) in the fifth season of Buffy and the second season of Angel.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything except for the plot line and Eve.