October 7th 2142

Cario Hariss

Curled up in my comfiest overstuffed leather chair I read the letter again. Then there was a knock on the door. I stood up, went over to the door, and opened it up. Liam walked in. he noticed the torn manila envelope right away.

He didn't comment on it though, instead he asked me "How are you?"

"What was the last thing mom said?" My voice was dry a scratchy, obviously nervous.

"Nothing."

"Then what did spike say?" I questioned, this time my voice had taken on an authoritative tone.

"Family blood is the sweetest."

A tear trickled out, Liam moved closer, to comfort me. I threw my hands up, "Get out" I bellowed.

Liam had kept this from me, all my life, the fact that I had come from murderous villainess scum. And Liam made my ancestor, the slayer Buffy, sound like a hero. How could she be, if he had loved her?

The next day I attended a meeting, the puffiness behind my eyes had finally dissipated, and the debate had ended (my mother had been the tying vote).

An announcement was made, at the begging of the meeting. Liam had finally accepted the promotion, that he had delayed for more then a decade now. I had laughed bitterly. So a vampire was now in charge of the antie vampire division of the C.I.A, that was true Irony. Not that anyone outside of the executive counsel was aware of Liam's undead status.

Now the argument turned to whose responsibility it would be to chair the press conference.

Liam just set silently in the room. I noticed that there was an empty chair, beside him out of reverence for my mother.

Mahan, Cross, and Vaughn spent twenty minutes, trying to convince each other to make the announcement. The serous debate degenerated within minutes, and finally ended with Cross saying the immortal words, "you're a dumb ass".

I stuck up my hand like a thirteen year old in English class. Every one turned towards me,

"I Will make the announcement." I uttered the words caually as if i was ordering coffe.

Liam left the room.

He remained my boss, in till my death, on February the 14th, 2146. In all that time he never spoke directly to me. After I was murdered (by Spike of course), thousands attended my funeral, although both Liam and my daughter Tasha were absent.

They also missed my rebirth, later that night.