Dawn was standing there, chained, and there was Eve, unable to move. There, a woman cam into view, but instead of going to help either of the girls, she pulled out a knife and held it to Dawn's throat. She opened her mouth to scream, but not a sound escaped. Terror was written over her face, but still no scream came from the dark haired girl. The knife pressed on Dawn's throat and tears slipped down her face. Still to knife pressed on, dark read blood seeped down the white dress that she had been wearing. Eve saw Dawn go limp, but her eyes were still open wide in fright.

Still the woman pressed on, decapitating the teenage girl. The head rolled to Eve's feet, still staring. Felling the bile rise up, Eve fought to keep it down, and won. Then the woman left dawn's body and came to Eve. The bloodied knife pressed at her throat and bit into it. She could feel the warm, life-giving fluid seep into her own white dress

That's when Eve woke up, her sheets were soaked in sweat, along with her body. Gasping, Eve put a hand to her neck, searching for any indication that the dream was real. The only marks were the two small, round, scars on one side of her neck that told of Eve's bloody past that took place over 80 years before.

Sleep did not come the rest of the night. The next morning Eve was bleary eyed and cranky. Stumbling down the stairs Eve encountered both Doyle and Gunn. Grunting for them to get out of her way, she headed to the Dunkin Donuts that was around the corner.

Sipping the sugar-laden coffee, Eve began to feel human again. She sighed and closed her eyes, that dream still haunted her. When they opened again, a pair of dark eyes greeted her. Without thinking she three the hot coffee at his face. The guy just brushed it away like it was cool water. "Don't do that!" Eve complained. "Jason, you're buying me a new coffee," she added.

The guy, Jason, didn't even bat an eye. "Don't blame me, blame them," he pointed to two laughing guys by the wall.

Eve stood up and went over to the two jokers. Reaching up, she grabbed them both by the ears and led them over to wear she was sitting. When she got there, a cup of coffee was where she was sitting. Flashing a smile to Jason, she let go of the two other guys.

"Ow, that hurt!" one of them yelled, his name was Shawn and he had the unfortunate problem of being twins with Harper, which also made him a Yama demon. But instead of the shocking blue hair, he had natural green hair.

"Yeah Eve, sometimes you don't know you own strength!" the other, a Nani demon by the name of Dane, cried. He tail usually wrapped around his waist was now twitching beside him. His body had a cat's grace and his eyes were like a cat's. If you didn't count those differences, he was pretty much human.

"And you're such a nice kitty too!" Eve patted him on the head, making fun of his appearance.

"Bite me," he retorted. Eve just ignored him and turned to Jason who just watched it all with amusement.

"So what are you doing up so early?" Eve asked as she took a sip from the warm cup of coffee.

"I should ask you the same thing. Last time I heard, vampires sleep during the day, well, they just don't like it," Jason said to her.

She shrugged and told them about the night before, Shawn was the one who laughed about the second time Harper had become a bird that night. Finally finishing the coffee, Eve bid them good-bye having to go home and figure out how to approach her father on the subject of her somewhat sire.

*Three Months Later*

"Dawn, I can't believe this, Faith is dead!" Eve told Dawn over the phone. "She hung herself in prison," she explained before Dawn had a chance to ask.

"Wow…" Dawn sounded downcast, and Eve couldn't figure out why.

Finally after puzzling over it for a minute or so I finally decided to ask her what was up. "Hey, Dawn, you okay?"

There was a sniffle on the other line, but Dawn finally answered Eve's question. "Eve, Buffy's dead," she stated.

Eve almost dropped the phone, but she hung onto it. "Buffy's dead…both slayers are dead, what's going to happen?" she questioned.

"I don't know Eve. I don't know," Dawn told me, her voice trembling.

"Hey, I gotta go. Buck up okay? You have William, Willow, and Tara. You aren't alone," Eve told her friend and hung up.

This was bad; this was very bad…