From the Dairy of A. L. Harris

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer or those of the Forever Knight and Highlander universes or any other Universe that I may borrow from, those belong to other People with High priced Lawyers. The concepts involved in these separate television shows or Movies or other fan fiction do not belong to me either. The story I have written however does. This story may not be posted on any pay site or in any way shape or form, make any profit for anyone (I know I'm not making a thing from it)

For those that recognize the TV shows and movies that the characters come from this is an Alternate Universe, that why that some of the timelines are shifted.

Chapter One

25 July 1999

Dear diary

Well the Harris luck is still in effect, I started my journey to see all fifty states at the end of May after Graduation and made it as far as L.A. were I got shot in a convenience store robbery, picking up some twinkes to snack on in the flea trap motel I was staying in. I didn't see the robber since I was in the back looking at the drinks in the in the displays, all I know was some shouting, a bang and an intense pain in my stomach and passing out.

That's how I met Tracy Vetter, former Homicide detective of the Toronto Police Department, declared dead in May1996, a cold case since the body went missing from the morgue, my sire or is that Siress? She was hunting a serial killer; she has been a bounty hunter for the last three years.

I woke up three hours later really hungry, I fallowed my nose to the fridge and ate two legs and a wing from a bucket of the Colonels crispy before the though of solid food made me ill, that's when I smelled the blood and lets say that's when I my mind Got into gear and I started to look for a stake, because the blood was the most delicious thing I ever smelled in my life. Let's just say that it took Tracy only about ten minutes to show me that I still had my soul and that like her I was unique even for my kind of Vampire.

Ok here is some Info about Vampires; there are four main species of Vampire. The Largest group is the ones I had been fighting for the last three years are the soulless ones or demon vamps, known by the others as the Aurelius, the other Vamps tend to hunt these vamps as much as the human hunters and the Slayers, since they tend to cause so much trouble for the other vamps by bringing unwanted attention to their communities. The other Types are the Kindred which is made up of thirteen clans, Seven clans make up the Camarilla, two the Sabbat and four are the neutral clans, all with different abilities and claim to be descended from Adam's son Cain, the Corvenus, which are at war with their immortal werewolf cousins the lycans and the Ones the others call the Nephilim who claim that they descended from Adam's First wife Lilith, this is the group I now belong to.

All vamps are sired the same way, the Sire drains the victim to the point of death and them pores their own blood into the victim's mouth, causing them to drink, infecting them with the agent that cause them to turn, in the demon vamps it is a blood demon in the others it is an agent that acts like a virus. For Tracy and my self it was different. Tracy was standing behind her Partner when he was shot by a mentally disturbed man holding a hostage in the police building, the bullet passed thru Detective Knight and hit her in her stomach and killed her from internal bleeding, Knight was a vamp and the bullet cared some of his blood on it, which cause her to relive as a vamp in the morgue.

Since Tracy was not drained and most of her blood was still in her body at the time of her change she didn't have the over whelming hunger, known as first hunger, letting her to stay in control. The Morgue she was in was in a hospital so she had a save source of blood for her and the people in the hospital. Also since she didn't drink from her sire she didn't get the subconscious programming that all Nephilim fledglings get from their sires, so she could eat small amounts of solid food with no ill effects and actual made her stronger because she was getting a more balanced diet, for her blood is blood she really doesn't have a compulsion to strictly drink human blood, she isn't effected by holy symbols and blessed objects, and as long as she is covered up and no sunlight touches her skin she can go out in the day and her clothes don't bust into flame. I like her wasn't drained and since she didn't get the subconscious programming, nether did I, which made my training very quick and easy. It seems she turned me because the Balance demon Whistler told her to; those assholes the PTB have plans for me.

During the training she told me her story, how she had been dating a 400 year old vamp before she was turned or as they say brought across, so she already knew the rules of the souled vampire communities when she woke up in the morgue, they were basically do not bring attention to the moral world of the fact that vamp do exist, the ones who do are generally killed and the moral who found out are turned or killed. Each community has vamps whose job is to police their own, they are known as Enforces, Justicars or Death dealers. She also told me, during a hunt for a bail jumper in New Orleans she ran into her Former Partner who was teaching French history at a local University, they had a talk and had become friends again. He told her how in a deep depression had tried to turn his girl friend the Coroner and failed, he had asked his sire to stake him, which he did and his sire left the country that night and went to Paris. That's when he found out about the Immortals and their "Game". Natalie revived as an immortal and saved him, they made it look like they died in a fire in the loft that was his apartment and stared a new life in New Orleans after she was trained by another immortal. When Natalie found out about how Tracy was different she knew of this, but hadn't been able to prove it.

After staying with Tracy for a month for training not just vamp stuff but also in martial arts and how to use a sword correctly. I left to continue my trip I went to New Orleans to Visit my "Grandparents" and got some more training From Grandpa Nick and Grandma Natalie in the use of the sword and now after a month with Nick and Natalie I'm on the road again. Oh Nick also taught me how to invest my money and how to read the markets and how to use the loopholes in the tax codes to keep from paying taxes and how to hide money from the IRS, and he gave me 10 mil and a sword that he had made in Jerusalem for his father called the de Brabant sword, as a Birthday present before I left to continue my road trip.

Xander put down his pen and closed his Diary, he was tired from his drive, he had left New Orleans last evening and had drove all night to get to Nashville, He planned on doing some sight seeing for a couple of days then heading to New York.

Chapter Two

28 July 1999

Dear diary

My first two days here in Nashville were great, I toured the Country Music Hall of Fame, Belle Meade Plantation, The Grand Ole Opry, The Hermitage, Tennessee State Museum, Music Valley Wax Museum, the Parthenon, saw a Jeff Foxworthy show and a Bill Engval too. It's great to be a tourist for a change. Got to go now, my Blood supply is getting low so got to go to the local vamp bar to get some supplies.

Xander walked into the Sherlock Holmes Pub, it was a Lively English pub with a secret, it was owned by the Luna Foundation out of San Francisco, as Nick had told him the Luna Foundation is an organization made up of fifteen member houses spread around the world. Luna Foundation members are experts in various fields. The Luna Foundation helps out local governments with any needed help, and also is constantly in search of knowledge. Most Luna Foundation Houses are involved in some kind of search into the past, which usually involves archeology and anthropology and to some extent the supernatural. Currently there are several members assisting the United States Air Force in Colorado. The kicker was that the Foundation was owned by Julian Luna a 169 year old Kindred Vamp of the Ventrue clan and the prince of San Francisco. Xander went to the back door marked VIP and used the black magnetic card that Nick gave him to use in the secretly, Vampire owned bars, clubs, restaurants and blood banks, world wide so that he could get Blood safely. As Xander walked into the VIP lounge of the Sherlock Holmes Pub he was amazed at how relaxed everybody there was, he could pick out the different type of vamps and to a certain extent the clans as well and a few human looking demons, it seemed that Nashville was a big tourist spot for the supernatural as well. As he was sipping his glass of Raven Cellars wine he thought that the lady bar tender looked familiar, then it hit him, the faint odor of ozone when she was close and how the hairs on his arm raised up when she handed him his glass, she was an immortal like Natalie. Xander suddenly recognized her she was Jesse's older sister Sara, she was four years older than Jesse and used to baby sit Xander and Willow, she was in collage when Jesse died and had died in a car crash Two months later, a drunk had run a stop light and hit her.

"Sara? Sara Williams from Sunnydale? It's me Xander."

Sara looked surprised and sacred for an instant and then "I'm sorry sir you must be mistaken my name is Dana Simpson."

"It's all right Sara I Know how Jesse died and I know all about the Game."

"Jesse's Dead?" asked a shocked Sara "mom said he had run away."

"Now Dana how would you know what Sara's mom said?"

"Oh shut up you spaz and answer me or I'll kick your ass."

"Dork"

"Dweeb"

"Nag"

"Alexander LaVelle Harris spill!"

"It's good to see you to Sara and I will but it depends on how much you know about your clientele."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on Sara, I'm in an exclusive lounge that can only be entered with a special card or as a guest and I'm not exactly drinking a normal wine, so how much do you know?"

"That you are a vampire and so are most of the people here."

"And"

"What and, that's it."

"Sara, Jesse was killed by a vamp of the Aurelius line also known as a demon vamp or soulless one and Sunnydale was Vamp central for then."

"Gary never told me about an Aurelius line, is that a Sabbat clan?"

"No a separate vampire Species all together and who is Gary?"

"My husband. There are separate vampire Species?"

"Yes and congratulations, how long and if I may ask how old is Gary?"

"Thank you. A year and he is the same age as me why?"

"Because vamps that are fledglings or haven't traveled much usually don't know that there are other types out there."

"Oh and how long have you been a vamp and are you Kindred?"

"Two Months and no I'm of the Lilith line known as the Nephilim. The Kindred are of the Line of Cain."

"How many types are there?"

"If I tell you I'll have to kill you."

"But I'll revive."

"Not if I get to use my new found Swordsmanship."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"Watch it dork I know all of you childhood secrets, and embarrassing stories."

"Spoilsport, there is four that I know of."

29 July 1999

Dear diary

I found out last night that my old baby sitter, Sara, Jesse's sister is alive and is an immortal. We talked all night catching up with each other lives. She is married to a new Kindred of the Ventrue clan by the name of Gary Brooks. He seemed to be all right for a Ventrue, he seemed surprised that there are other types of Vamps he just thought that we were members of some other clan. When I was leaving after getting a couple of bottles of Raven cellar uncut, when I heard a couple of Bruja complaining that a master vamp had taken over their favorite abandon warehouse, he had two Lycans and two Fyarl demons as body guards and around twenty minions, the description of the master vamp sounded like Spike and they heard he was looking for a sword said to have been owned by the Angle of Death. I guess I'm going to have to go kick his ass for being an ass.

I guess I should talk about soldier boy, after the whole Halloween thing, the memories were gone the next morning even though I subconsciously retained the fighting skills and weapons skills or so I thought. But when I was turned they all came back in full surround sound, smellavision and full color 3d, what the others didn't know is that the fatigues belonged to one Alexander Howlett my Grandfather, Born 1900 died 1990, He was British and changed his name to Howlett and moved to the U.S. back in 1930 along with his father when they faked their deaths to get away from the Watchers Counsel and Interpol. It seems that my great grandfather John Logan Howlett was working for a secret organization run by the Catholic Church that hunted the things that go bump in the night and in doing his job a few people died and the police thought he was a serial murderer and the Counsel though he was some sort of demon or so they say.

Some facts about great grandfather John Logan Howlett, he was found on the steps of the Vatican suffering from amnesia in1890. He worked for the Society from 1890 to1930. He appeared to be in his mid 30s in 1890 and he still did in 1985. He had nightmares of fighting the Romans at Masada, he called himself Van Hellsing at the time and Dracula called him Gabriel and the left hand of God and that he knew him 400 years before. He changed his name to John Logan Howlett in 1930, he was in the Canadian special forces during WWII and Korea, he worked in the CIA paranormal division as a freelance agent off and on from 1955 to 1985 when he was talked into going to a secret base in Canada by some asshole called Striker and was never see again. Another thing about Grandpa John, from around 1897 until 1980 he had been slowly changing. In 1897 he was human as far as anybody could tell and his hair was long and wavy, by 1980 his strength and speed was at peak to enhanced human levels, his senses were at enhanced levels and his healing factor was at Immortal levels and his hair was straight and swept up at the sides giving him a faint animalistic look. He told Grandpa Alex that he thought that the serum that was supposed to have cured him of being a werewolf back in 1897 hadn't worked quite like it should have.

Now for grandpa Alex, one he at the time of his death appeared to be in his late 30s, so he inherited some of great grandfather John's agelessness, but not his healing factor, because Alex was killed in a supposed car jacking in 1990 in LA. He joined the U.S. Army during WWII, was called a boy scout and a white knight by his fellow grunts in the unit he was in, but the knick name that finally stuck and that he was secretly proud of was after reading a comic book that was flouting around the unit, they started to call him Captain America. He kept the knick name even during the Korea war. He got married in 1958 and mom was born in 59, grandma divorced him in 1970 when he joined the army again and went to Viet nam, that's were the fatigues came from, after the war he wandered the world learning all he could from various marshal arts masters, lets just say because of my Grandpa I know some vary obscure crafts and techniques that would make the ninja look like rank amateurs, I can do a good imitation of the Shadow, which gives me an idea on how to handle the soon to be dust bunny called spike. When grandpa Alex disappeared in 85, he started to search for him and had come across a secret supersoldier program that the U.S. government was conducting in Canada called Weapon X, I think that's what killed him and the supposed car jacker was actually an assassin, possible Order of Taraka or maybe from the Assamite clan.

That's enough venting; I'm going to have to thank Willow one of these days for making me write in a diary, and it helps. Well I got a pain in the butt big bad to slap down. Now were is that fedora and leather duster that Nick gave me?