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A/N: Wow, I really like this story. lol. I know this seems pretty short, but it's a small stepping stone to the bigger event. Thanks for the reviews. -Ash

We have remained in Los Angeles for over a year now. I am surprised, but Mother tells me it is because of business with wolfram and Hart. He often attends meetings there now. No one tells me what they are, and I do not attempt a guess. That place is as vast a hell as any I've read about, and it's divisions are numerous.

Hardly anyone has noticed, it seems, how happy I've been these past few months. I have not told my mother or Father about Dawn. I have spoken to no one about it. They may scold me, or do things I would not wish. I wish no harm to her sister, though I know the other vampires would. They would use Dawn, and I could not stand to betray her.

Also for the past few months, I have been wondering if I should tell her. I've been fighting the urge. I want to tell her about me, about everything, but at the same time, I fear she will reject me. We come from two different worlds. She was raised with one set of morals, and I a completely different one. Now that I think about it, how did we ever find something in common?

I just dropped her off at her dorm from another date. Tonight, we went to the beach. It was empty, and nice. I brought a little basket of food. We laid there for a while, on the blanket, looking at the stars. She asked me whether she thought we would get married.

I laugh bitterly now at the memory. That's the sort of life she wants. Marriage. Kids. A normal human house, with normal human jobs, and a normal human life. What I want for her is something much grander. Eternal youth and beauty, to rule by my side, and be feared and awed by all. To be clothed in the finest of silks, and jewelry, to never want for anything. This is what I wish.

But she wants things I cannot give. I refuse to give up my lifestyle for her normal ways. I could never be such.

Suddenly, I smell someone appear behind me. Quick as a flash, I turn, and kick the one who would attack me. But they inject something through my arm before I can get to them, and I am suddenly falling, I see a man only covered in black, and I cannot make him out. That last thing I remember is a sack pulled over my head, and thinking how mad my Father would be.

When I wake up next, I am in a well furnished room, and not tied up, as I was expecting to find. I quickly take in my surroundings, while trying to move my fingers, arms and legs. I smell the air, nothing toxic. But a demon is nearby. It reeks of it, and it is fresh.

And right on time, a red demon who looks ancient comes rolling in on an electric wheel chair hooked up to an IV. I immediately rise, ready for an attack.

But he puts up his hand in peace. "Connor, Connor, so like your Father, so eager for a fight. Put your hands down, save your energy." I did so, but I never left my stance, my body tense. I remembered him from one of Father's meetings. He was some sort of sorcerer.

"You kidnapped me. Tell me why I shouldn't just attack you?" I said stonily.

"Connor, honestly, we do not have time for these petty conversations. You are here for one reason, and one reason alone."

"And that is?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"To fulfill a prophesy." My eyes widened in realization. "Yes, my boy, that one. I know you've snuck around before, hearing tidbits of conversation. The one you are supposed to defeat is Sajaahn."

"Isn't he-"

"He was made incorporeal for a time, yes, but something has happened, it is of no consequence now. What has happened was meant to happen. You are meant to defeat him, though, and that remains the same."

I had read about Sajaahn from one of my tutors. Great war makers was his race, very violent. It took much power to make them incorporeal, but they had. You hardly saw one of them now, though.

I began to breathe deeply, in and out. I hadn't expected this so soon. Perhaps when I was twenty-five, thirty. But then again, there was always that fear that it would happen too soon, that I would be unprepared. And I feared that. What if I was unprepared. I could sense he wasn;t lying. I just knew. Something I had inherited from my Father.

I would face my prophesy today. I didn't know if I would live.

He gave me the key, and told me the room right across the hall, in a jar. I open the jar, and he will appear. I did exactly as he told me. As Sajaahn appeared, though, all I could think about was how I wished I could have told Dawn I loved her, just one more time, perhaps one last time.

I slowly put my hand on the jar, I never wavered. As soon as my hand rested on the top, I felt a green flash behind me. Someone familiar yelled 'STOP!', but it was too late, I had opened it, and Sajaahn's form was appearing.

Wow, for the first time I think I'm leaving you with a cliffhanger. Dear me, I am so evil. lol. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll update soon. You've inspired me so much already.