Prolog

Thirteen candles drifting in the water

Two little gold fish rowing up the stream

Five spry puppies playing in the water

One blind bat has come to take them away

Ebony winds spiraled in the dark, streaking sparks of dying flames glittering scattered beams like stars on the sky in the dark alley. The swirl ravaged the restless urine smelling atmosphere. In the obsidian mass an ominous shape began to take form. With a feral animalistic growl the show of light and darkness ceased. The now absent clouds revealed vampire who stretched and again growled this time more vicious as she unfolded arms from her scantily clothed body. Her face reverted from her feline bumped features to those of soft porcelain of her once human past.

"Well this is going to be wicked boring."


The days past quickly to all except for the arcane vampiress, whom it seemed like generations. She wandered much of her time in this new world as a specter touching nothing and talking to no one. She tried many spells and many magics to recorporealize herself back into existence but each attempt failed. Finally due only to circumstance and not to her own doing she finally became real again. And unbeknownst to her she found her self at a vampire bar. Run by the powerful Wolfram and Hart mostly for it's employees serving only non human blood to accommodate the rules set by it's new management.

"Isn't there anybody to eat around here?" The vampire asked the room filled with suited and less liberal thinking vampires.

"Never mind."

"Are you new hun?" A blonde headed woman at the bar asked. "Even though I've like been here forever I still feel new."

"Yeah new. Y-yeah that's it....new. That's me.. new girl."

"You look familiar did you ever terrorize Sunnydale? Or maybe just lived there?"

"Umm yeah used to go to college there got sired freshmen year."

"Wow college... That's nice I'm Harmony."

Crap this is like talking to Anyanka after she's had an uber sugar rush.

"The names Tara. So..... what's up with you guys and drinking.... what is that odder?"

"Oh totally if you ask for the odder latte ask for the cinnamon added in because they tend to be a little stale."

"That doesn't smell like cinnamon."

"Oh trying to drowned out some sorrow with some classic odder sunrise, my best friend since like forever just died."

"Why didn't you sire her?"

"We have a no human blood tolerance thing at work."

"Wolfram and Hart. I heard through the noncorporeal pipeline that you have a soul having vamp leading the charge."

"Angel's cool..... probably could get you a job there the pays good but the dental sucks."

"Do they have a position in a more supernatural department."

"I think Wesley is looking for an artifact catalog secretary person, but it sounded dull as grit."

"Actually I think that's right up my alley."