It's… gidgetgirl… *points and faints* Anyway, much appreciated for the constructive criticism… Tuesday's character is kind of all over the place, but I'm *trying* to keep her a shy, quiet girl around unfamiliar people and environments, and completely giggly and girly and spontaneous when she's around her close family and friends… while still keeping kind of shy.

Anyway, in this chapter: Oz, a pair of vampire lovers, and one weird introduction.

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Near Cairo, Egypt

"My love, what is it that bothers you so? You are free and, for Ra's sake, you needn't be troubled."

The woman moved majestically across the balcony, her simple black gown sweeping across the marble floor of the place, stopping abruptly at the sight of the man, his body not responding to her presence for a while. Her heartless dark eyes, midnight black in their color, had no light reflected in their depths, though it was moonrise in the Egyptian desert.

"Love?"

Her willowy fingers grasped the man's shoulder momentarily, his head turning slightly as he smirked. "Isis," he said coolly with a trace of an accent. "You made me lose my prey." He added playfully, both of his partner's arms wrapped around his bare, tanned, muscular torso.

"Catching little humans with your mind again?" Isis mused. "Erestdae, we've better things to do."

The pair seemed to be complete opposites in appearance; Isis was pallid, blonde, British, and garbed in what seemed to be a noblewoman's dress. In fact, she greatly resembled a Porcelain doll. The male was tanned, black haired, Egyptian, and wore only a pair of baggy khakis.

"The witch is young, and so is the night, my sweet black rose." Erestdae replied smoothly, his heartless eyes mirrored the color of Isis's.

There was a beautiful, sullen silence as they watched the sand whip across the desolate ambience, but the vampiress was the first to shatter it.

"The thing growing inside of me…"

"It was growing inside of you, Fiona; it is stalled, and will never birth until the day you die… or—" Erestdae shuddered at the thought. "You turn… human." He spat the word as if it were poison.

"Don't call me by my mortal name; Fiona is weak, Isis is strong, my lord."

"If you wish it be, Isis."

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RING.

The doorbell buzzed annoyingly, Willow abandoning her coffee and quiet environment to greet whoever… or whatever… was standing at the door. She threw open the door before even looking outside

"Sorry, Willow… this don't look much like Istanbul, does it?" Oz smiled a bit.

"And you don't have blue hair." Willow returned a sly grin.

Oz leaned in for a lengthy embrace, "Can I come in?"

"Sure… you changed," she observed, although in physical appearance, he hadn't changed a bit.

"So have you…"

Almost on cue, a thud came from the doorway to the foyer. Tuesday and, surprisingly enough, Xander came crashing down on the floor, 'owwie's murmured, and Willow's childish giggles bursting out. Through her little giggle fit, she helped the eavesdroppers up. Kneeling down to Tuesday's eye level, she whispered, "There's someone I'd like you to meet…"

She proceeded to stand, Tuesday gripped her hand tight, giving the distinct impression she might break Willow's fingers. As the pair stood in front of Oz, Tuesday scurried behind her mother's leg, clinging to it.

"C'mon Tue… he doesn't bite…" Willow urged her off of her calve. She met Oz's gaze and said in a voice that was barely audible, "Do you?"

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I must say, I'm really proud of that last line :) Way to toot my own horn, huh?

Anyway, next chapter: Kennedy, Oz, and Willow argue, Tuesday makes them shut up, Shayla says her first word (it's a highly predictable first word, but hey), and we have a special guest star from Angel Investigations…