October 1st, 2142

Cairo Harris POV

My alarm clock had decided to be menopausal, today, it rang in the middle of the night, but then when seven o'clock finely came around it was silent. So now at eight, without a shower, and with only half brushed teeth, I rushed into the office. I entered as the phone rang. I picked it up, as I hitched up my stockings. I hoped no one was watching.

"Hello"

"Ms Harris?" The voice said.

"Speaking."

"This is Mr. Chung, the 8:15 meeting this morning is postponed till 3:00."

"Thanks for the notification" A little earlier warning would have been preferable, perhaps twenty minutes ago, when I was right next to a shower. I hung up the phone, and wondered about the meeting. It was probably just going to dissolve into another disorganized and vicious debate over whether or not the C.I.A. should officially acknowledge the existence of vampires, to the media.

My mother, and Liam were pro secrecy, and some of their points were valid, In theory. Many people would react irrationally to a mass media announcement, some might want to become vampires. Others, many, many, others would probably commit suicide, go insane or if were really lucky, both.

And then there was the prophecy, retrieved 150 odd years ago by agent Bristow. In its original gushundie, it was just a lot of words without vowels. But when translated, it said, "Those that dare unveil the dark to the world will be destroyed".

Most of the agency, myself included, no longer believed in prophecies. We saw the revelation as an opportunity to unite the public, against the ever-increasing amount of vampires. Besides I had never liked secrets. The phone rang again.

"Hello"

"Hi" the voice on the other end belonged to my smarmy cheating ex husband Adam. "I was just calling because I have this girl/project/ski, thing this weekend, Could take care of tasha?"

This is what I had become to my one time lover, a disposable babysitter "Sure"

"Thanks."

I hung up the phone and began to do my deskwork. It was one of those days were staying awake, was harder, then the work. Around noon, I did a coffee/sandwich run and when I returned, the phone was ringing.

I was beginning to hate my phone. I checked the caller ID L. Harris; I was not in the mood to talk to my mother. We hadn't been close for decades now; betrayal can do that to a family. But unfortunately when ones mother is also ones boss, you must indulge her. I picked up the phone: bad news and Liam were on the other end.

My mother had died an hour earlier or rather she was killed, by Spike, and his army. I asked Liam for her last words, he wouldn't tell me.

It had been a week since the funeral, a week full of Kleenex and alcohol, coffee and screaming. But on Friday morning, my mothers personal papers and the letter finally arrived. I opened it up right away and began to read. The first few lines I had memorized but the rest, was like reading, a scary, personal Mystery.

'It has been my honor to care, protect, and look after the Summers family for generations. It has also been my duty to carry out your matriarch's Buffy summers, last wish that all of her decedents would know the truth about her and her lovers (your patriarch) past, and her hope for your future. Buffy was the slayer, a brilliant fighter, and a great person, but like all people, she made mistakes.

She and I were lovers, we would have always been lovers, but there were inhuman forces working against us. In case you don't already know this, I am a vampire cursed with a soul, that I lose, whenever I am perfectly happy. So I moved away to resist temptation and help others. I didn't go by Liam then, my name was Angel.

Buffy had a hard life, few people have to die thrice, slay vamps, and raise there little sister. I am telling this not to justify your patriarch, but to explain why. He was a vampire, although he was without a soul, he had a chip that prevented him from harming humans. He loved her (in the twisted psychotic sense of the word), the reverse was never true but she needed someone. So when she broke it off, he went insane, got rid of the chip, and returned to his evil ways.

It was only a month later when Buffy discovered that she was pregnant. She, Willow and Dawn to protect the baby, Stella. Moved to Europe. Then one day I got a phone call, it was willow she was on the run with Stella, From Spike. Dawn and Buffy were dead she needed help. I was there for you and Willow within a day. Willow, and I took care, of you for eight years, parents in every way except biologically. She built a fortune for you to inherent, and then cancer killed her.

Stella, I raised and loved as a daughter. But because of me she was isolated, so I took a step back but not too far, I have always been there observing. Buffy hoped that her descendents to have a glorious future, I have been unable to give you this. But I Have Tried. And I will continue to try'

-As always Liam