A/N:I have absolutely nothing to say. This is just a time waster. Heeheeheeeee!!! ;-D I have NO idea why I just did that...

Disclaimer: I only own a few meagre pence and the aforementioned (check the first chapter) stripey sock. Not even my sanity...not that such a creature exists. Oh c'mon, you didn't guess?

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The warehouse would have been completely dark had it not been for the flickering candles set out on upturned crates in the main area amidst the gathering.

The place had long ago been abandoned when the company went bankrupt. Now it was alive with the dead. A nest of evil.

There was a throne at the end of the room on a makeshift stage. Not exactly the gold, plush chair of fairytales- this was constructed of grey stone carved crudely into the shape of ancient bones and skulls, all looking tortured. At least, that was what it seemed to be, but nobody knew for sure whether it was bones or stone. The crowd faced it, faces solemn and hideously vampiric.

A vampire came out of the shadows by it and paced in front of them, a ghoulish grin on his face. He was tall and heavily built, with brown hair and glowing gold eyes. He stood with his back to the throne, half obscuring it from the vampires.

"My brethren," he said, voice hissing in the ultimate silence. "My family of the night, we tonight are a step further in the process of Resurrection. We have almost located the whereabouts of the book of Amora- this time, nothing will stand in the way of our leader. This time, he shall be invincible.

"As you all know, it has been almost a decade since our great leader's downfall. He was slain at the hands of," The vampire's voice grew with inexpressible rage. "Not a Slayer, but of a traitor of our own kind. Our first act, when our leader regains his strength, is to slay him, and then the defector formally known as Angelus, Scourge of Europe. Their betrayal is unforgivable and even the most extreme penance before death is not enough. That is why they will pay with their lives."

Before the vampire, obviously some kind of leader, could continue, the crowd separated to let a cloaked figure drift through. The being ascended the steps to the stage and turned to face the vampires, each one watching intently as they shifted back to fill the gap again. The shadows prevented them from viewing the face.

"Ah, you have blessed us with your presence at last," the leader vamp sneered. "You should have been here an hour ago."

"Save your words, Zachary," the person said maliciously. "I could have not come at all."

"You knew that we would kill you."

"You need my help. I can help obtain the Book of Amora and perform the spell to raise your leader. Having left no skeleton, he cannot be brought back the typical way. Only the darkest magicks from this book can do it, and to get it, you need me."

A vampire in the crowd spoke up. "But it seems to me that the Slayer will do everything in her power to prevent his Resurrection. How can we stand against her when she kills so many?"

The crowd all turned to stare at the young red-haired vampire with such contempt that she may have flinched had she not been prepared for such a reaction.

"Tanna, Tanna," Zachary said. "The time of the strongest Slayer has both come and passed. Our guest here," he gestured to the cloaked person. "Has information on the new Slayer that we hope will prove most valuable."

His glare silently added 'or else'.

"Fear not, the new Slayer will prove no match for such a quantity of us," the shrouded one told them. "She has been with her powers for just three months- not yet trained or anything. I can break her down, and with her the one you call Angelus."

Zachary frowned. "But why would you do all this for us? There is a flaw in that, some catch, and you cannot fool us. What is it you wish for in return?"

The person turned their masked head towards the vampire. "There is something I wish for."

"What is it?" The vampire's temper was beginning to snap.

"Grant me eternal life as a vampire, and I shall help you to kill the Slayer and her allies, and also help to Resurrect The Anointed One."
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By far this was the shortest chapter yet, but I reckoned it probably stood better on its own rather than carrying on about what else happened to the good guys and whatever. Sorry about the length- it's less than two pages and took me only about half an hour from my ready-made ideas. Now please review, and no flames about bringing vamps back to...um, life. If you want a season's greeting, my profile has one as of yet. If you're reading this after Christmas, hope you had a good one.