Morgana," A deep voice hollered "I am starting to lose my patience!" The snake demon withered on the ground before her dark lord. "They will come" she whimpered "I called them" "They had better be here before the Blood Moon or all is lost!" the man hissed in anger. He flexed his gloved hand and clenched the other into a fist. Morgana turned her amber eyes onto her master. His hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of her long black hair. He twisted her head till she met his eyes. "If they are not here-" he threatened. He didn't need to finish his sentence for Morgana was already shaking with fear. She winced in pain as his hand tightened over her hair. He pushed her away and released his hold on her. "You insolent worm!" he barked. His strong voice echoed off the walls of the mausoleum. Morgana pulled back trembling in fear. "Get out of my sight," he commanded his voice calm again with its usual oily tone. Morgana obeyed, slinking silently out of the large chamber. The Dark Lord sat on his throne and sighed. With a wave of his hand a circle of black fire appeared. In the center was a wavering picture, It was as if the image was projected on moving water. Shade stood in the center. She sat in a club talking to a blonde haired, blue eyed man. From the look on their faces they were quite interested in what each other was saying. The man's face twisted with rage and he struck out at the image only to have it vanish. "So, Shade, You've made a new friend" he muttered to the walls of the chamber "Pity for them that everyone you befriend dies a horrible death"

"A chip?" Shade echoed. "Yeah" Spike laughed after swinging back his drink of brandy "and I can't even hurt human!" "And the Slayer, Buffy right?" Shade muttered. Spike gave a nod to show that she had the right name. "You loved her and she went all 'I can never love you cause its killing me' on you?" Spike gave another nod his smile fading. "She wasn't worth" Shade encouraged after seeing Spikes expression "Go for someone who cares about you" "But it's not that easy" Spike sighed. "I know" Shade whispered gently "It's hard to let go of someone you love" Spike looked up her and their eyes met. "It helps if you have someone else to direct those feelings to" Spike murmured hopefully. He reached across the space between them and placed his hand on top of hers. Shade looked down at his hand and then back up at Spike. He smiled when he saw the uncertainty in her silver eyes.

Kerl paced uneasily. He was trying to wait patiently but patience was something he lacked. Finally, in a burst of emerald light, the rest of The Order of Serdraga appeared. There stood four vampires, five of you count Kerl. Kerl smiled at the taller of the two females. She had dark brown hair riddled with streaks of blue. A part of her hair was pulled back in a crown braid and the rest flowed over her shoulders. The snake-dragon tattoo sat just under her collarbone and right above her heart. She wore knee-high boots and a short skirt. "Scylla" Kerl greeted her. He swept her up in his arms and twirled her around. The other three vampires just rolled their eyes. "Kerl," Scylla laughed "Calm down!" Kerl set the female vampire down on the ground. "That's better," She scolded. Suddenly, Kerl swept her up in his arms and bent her back in a prolonged kiss that looked like something out a romance movie. The other vampires laughed, whistled and cheered. Scylla pushed Kerl away and wagged her finger at him. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Excuse me" a female voice interrupted. The speaker was a short, flaming red haired vampire dressed in a black wizard's robe. She supported a snake- dragon tattoo on the back of her hand. "Yes, Releena?" Kerl muttered turning to the short girl. "I believe we should be focusing on the matter at hand" Releena sniffed. Kerl grinned and released Scylla's hand. "Good to see you too, Releena!" Kerl chuckled. The red haired vampire just glared at him. "Nightblade, Sabre," Kerl added with a nod to each. Nightblade was a tall vampire shrouded in shadows. He wore a flowing cloak over top of dark clothes. His hood was pulled up high so it hid his face. Icy green eyes shone from beneath the hood. The snake-dragon tattoo, which was obviously the sign that you belonged to The Order of Serdraga, lay across his cheek like a sliver of darkness. Nightblade used to be an assassin before he became a vampire. Not that the small detail of becoming a living dead prevented him from continuing his trade. Only four daggers could be seen on his body, glittering in the pale moonlight. He had several more hidden in various places. Sabre, on the other hand, had a short build and didn't really look like he could carry the weapon he held, a beautifully crafted, double bladed, battle axe. He had shoulder length reddish-brown hair strung into tiny braids. The snake-dragon symbol was tattooed over his muscled shoulder. Gray-blue eyes glittered with mischief as he smirked. Kerl greeted the vampires with hand shake and, in Scylla's case, a kiss. "The Order of Serdraga together again!" Kerl cheered.