A/N: Sorry it's been a while, I've been stuck in my new story.you know how that goes.yup. I haven't the foggiest of what I want to do with this thing.it could go several directions, and either way will be a long and drawn out beast of a story- unless I get lazy.So, keep me motivated- REVIEWS!!!J SOMETHING TO TIDE YOU OVER....

It was her mirror image, she was in the book. The book was Mir, or her current image at least. It was her to the finest detail; hair plastered wet to her forehead, small burn marks to the shoulders, wide eyes, pleasantly pink lips and pale skin. "Oh, my lord." she trailed, and began to read the caption. "Miranda Summers, daughter of Buffy Summers, Vampire Slayer and William "Spike" the Bloody, Master Vampire." "Tell me what I am." she begged, and the words began to fly before her eyes. "Yes, mistress." The book replied in ink. "Mistress?" she whispered. "Yes, Miranda the Great..You are the ruler of all things Dark and Light." It replied. "Oh god." she cried, covering her eyes. "Well, tell me who I am, and why it's this way!!" she thought with anger. Her words flew as if a wind has shook the room. Suddenly the book was all words.

"Miranda Summers was born of the Slayer and a Vampire, the only of her kind. She is a half breed species, and will one day evolve into a full vampire. She will be their Master, and retain the qualities of both demon and human. She will be elected rule of the kingdom of Darkness at an unpredicted date, and work to the good of their race- bringing an alliance of the Demon, which will result in one with the Living after her reign. Miranda Summers will take the hand of the King of the Darkness, thus starting her Queenhood. Her power will be immense, bending the will of all forces to her needs. Light will call her in her 200th year. She will become it's Master as well, reforming her ways and that of her people. She will bear one child to her husband 50 years after her mastery of Light, and he will be heir to the throne. Caleb will be his name, and he will instill fear to the masses. He will begin the anarchy once again, and she will have to dispatch her own child into death. After doing so, Miranda will be cast from her husband's bed and into the Wilderness. She will spend 100 years wandering the world, obtaining enlightenment. After this time, he will welcome her home and another child will be born. She will be Juno, and will surpass her mother in the ways of Light. She will be the Child of Light- and will cure the world of all evil which remains. The Queen will die in an assassination, along with her husband. Her child will succeed them."

Miranda closed the book, she could not bear it! Certainly it wasn't true, couldn't be!! She opened the book once again. "Is that it?" she asked it. "No, those are only the major details, my Queen," the book replied, "There will be many changes in the world before then. You do not fully understand yourself yet. And I can see you are scared." "Well, yeah..." she whispered. A warm feeling of comfort covered the young vampire queen to be. If Mir didn't know better, the book was hugging her with it's ancient powers. "Feel better, girl" it said, and it's pages clouded over. "Hey! Wasn't done!!" she thought. "If you read more, it will hurt you." the book wrote. She sighed. "What about Connor?" she whispered, looking at the boy on the bed. "All is already revealed to him." it stated in bold letters, and the cover flew shut. A sinking feeling hit Mir. She was alone, with a book which "talked", how weird was her life?? Sighing, she crawled up on the futon and under Connor's arm. She hoped her damp skin didn't wake him. Tears trailing down her cheeks, she drifted back to sleep...

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Connor awoke to find a nearly naked Mir laying under his arms. "Oh God, Oh God..." he chanted, wondering for a second what had went on the night before. Once he remembered, he smacked himself on the head. The book, yes, he remembered what it told him. It had spoke to him even as he slept. He looked at the beautiful naked girl, the woman made to be with him. She had beautiful pale cream skin and golden brown hair, supple breasts which sighed up and down with each breath she took as she slept. He couldn't resist touching her cheek, stroking her hair. He covered her with the sheet, and snuggled her back under his arms. "Connor?" her muffed voice said. "Yes, Mir?" he replied. "You're smushing my boobs." she admitted. He burst into fitful laughter, and sat up. Mir huffed, cheeks red and gathered the sheet to her body. "Hey, not funny! It hurt!" Connor smiled, and leaned in to kiss Mir. She responded instantly, pulling herself into his arms. He cradled her in his arms, and before he knew it he had stopped kissing her, and was now feeding from her. She shuddered with pleasure, and he extended his wrist. Soon her small fangs pierced his wrist and she drank as well, his blood an intoxicating wine. Things progressed, and she found herself dropping the blanket and leading his hands to her body. He looked to her for permission, and then from there- everything was a blur...

A/N:It's short, sorry....It's a filler, go fig...