Author's Note See first two chapters
Spike and Angel looked at Desty in stunned silence. "Blood hell, girl, you really expect us to believe that the year is 2413? That would mean that…" "We've been gone over 400 years, Spike." Desty didn't say anything. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "It didn't feel like we'd even been gone for a minute." "That's because time flows differently in other dimensions, Spike." Desty couldn't take anymore. "I don't mean to be rude, but who the hell are you?" Angel smiled and held out his hand. "Name's Angel. I run the L.A. division of Wolfram & Hart. Spike works there too." Desty shook her head. "No you don't, at least not anymore." Spike stepped forward. "How would you know that?" "Because this is L.A., what's left of it anyway, and I live in the old Wolfram & Hart building." Neither vampire said anything; they were too stunned. "You don't believe me? C'mon, I'll show you."
She led them to an old forgotten building. The sign was missing some letters. It now read WO RAM & ART. They followed Desty inside and into Angel's old office. "Bloody amazing…" Spike muttered. Angel nodded. "The outside is the only thing that changed." He turned and looked at Desty. "Why is it abandoned?" Desty sat cross-legged on top of the enormous desk. "About 400 years ago, there were a bunch of girls. I think they were called Slayers. Anyway, they kept the demon population under control. Then out of no where, they were all killed in a massive explosion, with the exception of two of them. However, even the two were killed a few years later. Soon the demons realized that there were no more slayers; after that they came out of hiding. Eventually, they outnumbered the humans on Earth. Riots and mass hysteria broke out as the demons overturned the governments of the world. That's when Wolfram and Hart dropped out of the picture. There was no more law and, therefore, no more need for lawyers. Humans were forced to go into hiding. They were being sold as slaves, hunted, tortured and killed for sport. Then, less than 100 years ago, the remaining free humans banded together and decided to fight. After nearly a thirty year war, the humans won and forced the demons back into hiding. We've been trying to reconstruct our world ever since. We still don't have much of a law system. L.A. took a big hit about ten years back. A gang of demons tried to revolt. They were crushed; however, lots of kids lost their parents during the battle. That's the reason there are so many street kids. It's also the reason I live here." Angel and Spike stared at her for a moment before Angel spoke up. "I thought you said that there are more demons than humans." Desty nodded. "I did, because there are. More vampires anyway, we've got better weapons than the rest of them; that's why they leave us alone." She yawned. "I'm going to bed. You'll find blood in the refrigerator of the break room." Angel and Spike were stunned. "What makes you think we need blood?" Spike asked. "You're vampires, and vampires drink blood." She said matter-of-factly. "We never told you that." Angel said. "True, but you told me that you're the same guys that used to run this place, and they were both vampires. There's a book that'll bring up any piece of writing ever penned. I may be street kid, but I do know to read." Desty said with a small smile. Spike grinned. "I like you already." Angel nodded, and Desty laughed. I thought you two would like this office; I'll be down the hall in one of the smaller offices. Good night!" She turned and walked out of the office, shutting the door behind her. Angel and Spike shared a look and then flopped down on separate couches to sleep.