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The Discovery.

"Son of a-!" The vampire got no farther as the stake passed through his heart and he exploded in a cloud of dust. The vampire nest's inhabitants scrambled to escape or kill their attackers. From the other side of the warehouse, three figures crashed through the crumbling wall, axes, stakes and swords. What followed was furious and intense. Finally, a shaggy golden brown haired boy turned to the last of the vampires, stake in hand. The vampire had a crazed look in his eye, and the group noticed a symbol burned into his hand. A black haired man with short spiked hair and dark brooding aura around him stopped the boy by grabbing his arm. With a short look, the boy retreated back to the group and the older man walked forward slowly.

"I know who you are. You're that vampire with a soul, the one that protects the cattle," the vampire snarled.

Angel smiled. "It is NOT a good idea to piss off the guy with the sword." He brandished a sword from beneath his long black leather coat. With lightning quickness, the blade was underneath the vampire's neck, a dangerous position for the now frightened vamp. "Now...a couple of nights ago, the body of a woman was found in the lower warehouse district, a part of town your little nest of friends hung out. So, you could spill your guts yourself, or..." Angel added pressure to the sword, and the vampire's eyes bulged out, "I'll do it for you."

"If I tell you, will you let me go?" the vampire asked. Angel shook his head in a negative motion. "Then why should I talk?"

"Tell us what you know, and your death will be quick, don't and we guarantee it will be slow, and excruciatingly painful," Angel replied.

"Damnit, my luck sucks this week," the vampire growled. "Look man, all I know is me and my friends are playing some cards to see who gets the girl, next thing I know, some woman comes in with a bunch of her cronies and my pals are dusted. She gives me a wicked burn," he lifted his hand, "and told me to spread the word of her coming."

"What was the woman's name?"

Both Angel and his captive looked over toward the timid voice. Winifred, known to her friends as Fred, looked at both of them, her puppy dog eyes wide, innocent, and curious.

The vampire cleared his throat. "She called herself Lady Elizabeth. I don't know much else about her, but when I showed the burn to some people, they freaked."

Angel took the vampire's hand, and ignored the whimper of pain, as he examined the burn. "Wes," he called. The British man walked over and peered over Angel's shoulder.

"The crest doesn't seem familiar, but I am sure we can research it," Wes stated in his new I-don't-care-about-anything manner.

"Good." Angel turned away, and replaced his sword to his side. He came up beside the boy, who after all this time still watched the shaken bad vampire with half closed lids, scowling. Angel paused. "Oh yeah." He turned back to the vampire. "I'm sorry. Forgot." Angel glanced over to his son.

"Ah, this blows. My life sucks," the vampire protested before disappearing into a pile of dust.

...

~*Beneath the City of Angels, they hid. After looking for several days, they had found a lair suitable to their needs. Much similar to a cave, it had a pool at the far end that ran off into the main drains like a stream. Pacing back and forth, Elizabeth contemplated her daughter as she laying on a huge boulder-like slab, staring at the ceiling. "Aren't you in the least bit bored?"

Without moving or looking away, her daughter replied simply, "No."

Grinning, Elizabeth walked over and sat beside her daughter. "How about we go out to a club and pick out a nice little boy for you to play with."

Once again, her daughter replied, "No."

Elizabeth stood up and screamed, "What the hell is your damn problem? We are in Los fucking Angelos, and you only let us out once to establish that we are here, and now you keep us down here in this hovel of a lair. We are killers," she remarked as her daughter rose to a sitting position. "We are here to drink, to kill, to destroy, to torture...not to sit in a little bat cave and wait for a sign that He knows we are here!"

The cave was filled with a tense silence before the girl said quietly, "Will you all get out? I must speak with my mother."

Without pausing, the male vampires filed out quickly, and Elizabeth turned her head to the side to watch the last leave. When she turned her face back around again, her daughter was mere inches away from her. The girl searched her mother's face for several moments, her constant melancholy expression all over the girls face. Without warning, Elizabeth was propelled backwards and hit the wall with a painful thud. The girl's hands were at her mother's throat, and Elizabeth gasped in fear as she was lifted high against the wall, her feet dangling in mid-air. In a soft, dangerous voice, her daughter whispered, "Don't you ever question me again. Need I remind you mother, but it is you who placed yourself in bad standing with your husband that forced us to run in the first place. I will not let your stupidity and thoughtless actions destroy my plans."

Elizabeth swallowed. "And what exactly are your plans?"

Her daughter smiled, the image making her seem more beautiful, if only the underlying pain were absent from her eyes. Her grip on her mother's throat tightened, and Elizabeth winced. "That is none of your concern. Do as you are told and I will keep you around. Do not forget who saves your ass time after time. Once this is over with, we will all be free...finally free."

Elizabeth frowned as her daughter's eyes filled with wistfulness, then once again became hard and emotionless. "You mess this up and you are on your own."

Elizabeth's eyes widened in fear. A second later she cried out as she was let go and fell to the floor. "Angela."

Angela turned back to face her mother. "What."

"You must kill him."

"I know."

~*Back at Angel Investigations.

"Lady Elizabeth, also know as Elizabeth the Conquered, Liza the Feared, and Liza the Disgraced. She was born a mortal woman in 1731. She was a very well known prostitute, and was made a vampire in 1754. Almost half a century later she married a demon blood god named Lysos Deapothne in a separate hell dimension. The blood god was known for marrying mortal women and allowing them several centuries of torture before killing them and moving on to his next wife. Unlike his other wives, Lady Elizabeth was able to maintain her husband's favor, though for a short time. Known as the first vampire mother, Lady Elizabeth gave birth to a daughter not of Lysos' blood, though this was not discovered until the birth of Elizabeth's son Cyus, by Lysos. Lysos attempted to murder the daughter, but in turn was almost killed. In the end, Lysos managed to banish his wife and her daughter, and send hunters after them through each dimension they fled to. Lady Elizabeth became Liza the Feared through her daughters reputation. Seemingly indestructible, the daughter demonstrated more power then even the most powerful of demons. However, her power could not save her from her stepfather's wrath. She was captured by the demon god as a child, and spend almost five centuries of torture under him. Lady Elizabeth was able to free her daughter and flee."

Wes stopped. "There is nothing more."

"So, we are going to have to watch out for this Elizabeth woman and her kid?" Connor asked.

Wes frowned. "Well, it is more than that. When a vampire, or any demon for that matter saw that crest with that symbol of a bird wing they know that the two were coming. Elizabeth is nothing but the voice. I believe it is the daughter that we have to worry about."

"Don't the scriptures tell her name?" Fred asked.

Wes shook his head. "It is believed that saying her name, both in ancient tongue and sematic were a curse in themselves." The group shifted uncomfortably, and felt a shiver of cold run through the hotel.