The Sun rises with day, glorious and enchanting, erasing the fears of the public with it's glow. The Moon is quiet and peaceful, never expanding it's light for others. The Sun and Moon's time together may be brief, but it broadcasts true beauty.

Buffy walked toward the balcony that viewed the large city. Cars flew by and jingles stuck to the air, echoing in the empty area. How filthy everything was. She thought the conditions were bad before, but this was just ridiculous.

200 years...

It was a weird feeling when she thought about it too much. After all, the last fifty years weren't anything totally interesting. Just repeating that same fantasy over and over. How she wished it could have been the real Willow. That deed was done with anyway. Dammit though, it was about the principle of the matter! Damn her and her conflicted feelings for her old witch friend.

I feel so out of it, and disconnected. Just like after my resurrection, at least I'm a bit used to it by now. God, that's sad. I need to get back into the groove before I lose my mind. Well, anymore than I already have. Buffy stared at the city lights illuminating the sky. Alone again, at least she had let everything out of her system. Her time in imprisonment had been some of her darkest days.

Buffy sighed and walked back into her new apartment. At least she had the money to afford something nice. It was a four bedroom penthouse with that new house smell. I can't remember the last time I had the luxury to relax just for a little while. The slayer had just gotten comfortable in her new chair when an incessant pounding on her door startled Buffy back out of the seat.

"Dammit, what now?"

She abruptly stood up and marched toward the accursed door. Dressed only in her silky underwear, she wrenched open the piece of wood rather over dramatically. Standing in the doorway was the one person Buffy last expected. The slayer blinked. Then again.

...

"You're still alive?!" Buffy yelled in absolute astonishment. That wasn't meant to be an insult, she really was perplexed as to why this vampire was still breathing. ...Wait.

Harmony's face twisted defensively, clearly offended. "That was just so uncalled for, jerk!" Buffy rolled her eyes, the puzzlement still lingering, "Great comeback Harm, I'm absolutely shivering under your cruel words." Harmony nodded in approval, not really catching Buffy's sarcasm.

"Well I'm glad I could make an impact." Buffy groaned, why her of all people that could have showed up; Harmony. Really?! Why not Faith, or Spike!

"You're an idiot."

Harmony's face contorted in anger, "Well, whatever..you..just listen to what I have to say!" The slayer crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame, "O-kay, explain the ever so articulate story as to why you're at my apartment. Speak O' wise one."

The vampire inhaled, and obtained a strange expression. One that was not usually found on someone as empty headed as Harmony. It was a serious, and some what, solemn look. Buffy raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently. "I..I need your help."

Buffy snorted, "Help? You?" She pointed at Harm, almost hysterical. "Help? You?" Harmony held her stance, reluctantly holding her tongue. After a few more seconds of chortles, she stopped quickly, and made eye contact with the vampire. She nodded for her to continue. Taking a deep breath she proceeded with her tale.

"I think I'm being targeted by some unknown force." Before Buffy could say anything, Harmony held up her hand. "Now I know what you're going to say, but just hear me out." The slayer closed her mouth. "The reason I came to you, and not someone less bitchy, is cause I think it has something to do with you." The younger one moaned, "And how, may I ask, did you come to that conclusion?" The vampire shrugged. Buffy threw her hands up in the air furiously. "Of course, can't it ever be someone else!? And what do you mean 'shrug'? I need answers!"

There was a moment of silence before Harmony gestured toward the inside of the penthouse. "Can I finish inside, it's awkward standing in the hallway for this long." Buffy sighed heavily, discouraged. "Yeah..whatever. Come in."

Harmony made this weird choking noise, and practically skipped into Buffy's apartment.

"Master, I'm afraid the vampire has evaded our grasp." The humble servant bowed toward the dark entity across the darkened room. The blackness waved his hand.

"Whatever, sweetness is closer than ever, now that she has escaped her prison." The servant raised his head, surprised by his masters' dismissive attitude.

"What is some measly bottle blonde going to do to get in the way? She didn't even like Buffy."

Despite his wariness of the situation, the servant lowered his head in agreement of the master. The darkness breathed deeply, "Besides, we have much more pressing issues at hand." The master stood and made his way to the fluorescent tank. There in the middle of the water filled abyss, was a familiar figure.

The figures eyes shot open. Looking around, he faintly noticed the dark entity and the not-so-humble servant. He opened his mouth to speak, but the "water" immediately started to engulf his insides. He began to choke aimlessly, while the master and the servant looked on. He struggled, and panicked at the current predicament.

The master snickered at the sight, "Ah, how captivating, almost as much as my sweetness." The master's grin widened, "But not a single one can surpass my sweet, she's far too special." The servant could feel a shiver crawl up his spine, but maintained his composure. Meanwhile, the darkness continued to monologue.

"I wonder what she'll think, when she sees me. It has been an awfully long time." Comparable to someone bipolar, the master's' face turned even darker. He shifted his bloody eyes to the servants direction. "However, we have much work to do before rejoicing." His tone slithered of prominent sin.

"Go. You are aware of your missions." The servant bowed, and he bolted to the doors. Subsequently, before rushing out of the room, the master's voice brought him to a halt.

"Remember, if you fail me this time, I will consume you."

Nodding robotically, the retainer scurried away from the scene that was about to transpire. The darkness smiled up at the tank, where a fanged face attempted to hiss back. "You may have no soul for me, but you are of some use yet." The darkness casually strolled across the vast room. With a simple switch, the glass separating the "water" and the master diminished, and the captive was swept out into the open air.

He coughed and sputtered, sending small splotches of blood onto the carpet. Several moments passed, with only the sound of noxious hacking to fill the silence. He looked up at the master defiantly.

"How dare you attempt to subdue me, you pitiful waste!" They shouted angrily. the master only smirked perniciously, "Come now vampire, do you not see the advantages of being acquainted with my sweetness?" The master knelt down to his level, and the smile was beginning to split his face. The vampire scoffed distastefully, not understanding how any of this had to do with him.

"Sweetness? I know not what you speak of!" The master circled his hand around the vampires chin. "Oh but I think you do," He stroked his thumb against his cheek, causing a shudder to wrack through him. "You have no power over me, so if you play your cards right, I may allow you to indulge in my little whore."

The vampire mustered up enough saliva to spit in his face. To his copious dissatisfaction, the darkness merely cackled. He reached up to wipe the tears and saliva from his eyes. "You have gall! That's what I need!" He laughed heartily, holding his stomach.

Suddenly, the vampire's spine was snapped in two. He screeched in agony, scrambling against the carpet. "If you are going to make it through this world, you're going to have to succumb to my will." The piercing screams continued.

"I don't care if you like it! I'm the fucking king!" The vampire's body began to twist in jagged and unnatural shapes. He howled at the blinding torture, hopelessly trying to retract into a normal state.

The master crouched next to Dracula's withering form, as he desperately tried to ignore the pain. "If you bend to me, then they all bend to you. It's me or eternal inferno, you decide." The once proud king of the vampires, brought to this jerking pile of bones and flesh. It was almost sad. Dracula's eye turned ever so slightly to connect with the masters'. What came out of his mouth was a mixture of croaks and gurgles, but audible nonetheless.

The master grinned triumphantly.