Suddenly, behind me I hear a noise. It sounds like someone running. Huh? I leave Angel lying on the ground and venture out. The sound is coming from just beyond a group of trees. I run through them, and I find myself standing before the main building of Sunnydale College. So this solider base is right under where the Slayer goes to school - what a surprise! Out of the blue, a young man runs the corner, and slams directly into my chest.

"Save me!" he begs. He looks back panicked, and gives a sharp yelp when he sees a tall blond woman running towards us. Harmony? The boy jumps up, runs away from me and towards the parked cars. Harmony doesn't stop, but continues after the boy, fangs dripping. Now this feels familiar, but I can't understand why.

I watch as the boy rummages for something in his coat pocket and pulls out a set of keys. He runs towards a small blue car. Bloody hell! What was it that Angel said? Girl, blue car, running and fangs. That's exactly what I'm seeing here. The boy doesn't make it to the car, and Harmony brings him down by landing on his back. His yells are cut off as she drains him of blood.

"Spike? What are you doing back here?" She asks when she's finished draining the boy.

"Hey, is that any way to talk to your lover?" I laugh.

"I can't believe your," she slaps my face hard, "Back! You bastard!" she screams.

I guess she's not forgiven me yet, about that little misunderstanding we had... What am I saying? There was no misunderstanding, I just couldn't stand her anymore.

"No!" A voice screams behind her. With one sudden flash, a stake is driven hard into Harmony's back and she bursts into dust. Behind her stands the dishevelled Angel. His bloodshot eyes stare right though me and then he notices the boy. For the second time ever I witness Angel start to cry. He collapses onto his knees and stares at the dead boy.

"I didn't understand..." he mumbles, "It hurt too much... I couldn't see..." He buries his head into his knees and starts to weep.

I kneel down beside him and touch his flat hair. "Angel, what do you mean you couldn't see?"

"It hurts... It hurts..." he cries. Suddenly, he looks up into my face. "I tried to save you. I was too late... I'm so sorry... so sorry." His cool hand touches my cheek and he leans forward. For a moment, I think he's going to kiss me, but at the last second he draws away. His face shocked and pale.

"Bloody hell, you had a vision!" I cry. My voice upsets Angel, and he curls himself into a ball again. "That demon chap you worked with... what's his name... Damen, Ducus, Do.."

"Doyle," Angel whispers in reply, "he kissed me, then he took my death."

"Huh?" He kissed Angel! A sudden wave of jealously passes though me and I grab his arms. "You kissed him..." Whoa! What am I doing? I don't care who the hell Angel kisses. I haven't in a long, long time. Not even when he was Angelus when he used to do it make me envious. However, through my shell-shocked brain I work it out. Doyle died and somehow Angel received the visions. Unfortunately, they seam to be sending him a little insane.

"William, men are coming," Angel suddenly shouts, his face screwed up with what I think is another vision. "Quickly, get Drusilla and we'll run to the mines!"

"Angel!" I grab his arms and shake him. "I'm real; you remember that, yes?" Angel gives attentive nod. "Drusilla is gone, we're not in Yorkshire anymore, this is Sunnydale, right?"

"William," Angel answers in a panicked voice, "men coming, burning lights!"

"Bloody hell, you're worse than Drusilla! We aren't... Oh shit!" I stand up shouting at Angel, when I suddenly notice a group of spotlights jumping around in the darkness. Men with lights - bloody soldiers, with guns and torches more like!

I grasp Angel's arm and drag him to his feet. He moans in pain, his hands clutching his head. "What else do you see!" I growl desperately.

"Burning... red... burning girl... red..."

What the hell does that mean? I pull Angel behind me and we set off running towards a 3 storey dormitory building. Now this looks familiar - doesn't the slayer and her friends live here? That's it! Red girl - Willow! That's what Angel sees in his vision. The only question is will she help us or betray us? Or maybe we should kill her, or... I grab the door and swing it open. Behind me Angel holds on desperately to my jacket as I drag him along. We run down the hall, when I suddenly come to a screeching halt. On the wall is a list of student names, I grab it and quickly scroll down the names....

"Come on... come one... Yes, Willow!" I shout. "Hello, gorgeous!" I grab Angel's arm again and drag him up the stairs.

~*~*~*~

Willow's POV:

I can't believe it. My life officially sucks. Oz leaves me, my friends ignore me when I need them most, then I go to a party and what do they play? Oz's music! I can't escape it! The fates must hate me. That's why I'm here now in my shared dorm room listening to depressing music. I should have stayed at the party with Buffy, but that boy Riley never left me alone. Goddess, if he wants to get inside her pants so bad, why doesn't he just say it! I fall onto the bed and thump it hard. Ow!

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. I sigh, I bet it's Riley or maybe Buffy has forgotten her keys again. "Come in." I turn around and... No!

"Spike! Wh-what do you want? Uh, a spell? I can do that." Just great! I'm babbling to a vampire that I've just invited in, and who's going to kill me. Very clever, Willow! My life just gets worse! I do the only thing I can think of - run! I push past him, and towards the door. Instead of running out of the door, I run into something large and hard. The force sends me flying back, and Spike grabs my arm. He grunts with a sudden pain, and shoves me back.

"What the hell!" we both yell in unison.

Spike rubs his head and slams the door shut. My eyes drift down and I see the large barrier I ran into. Well, not a barrier - a man - Angel. He's dressed in doctor's scrubs that are bloodstained, and dirty. He's covered in lacerations and bruises. His face is a mass of gorges that look like nail marks. Spike reaches over to him as Angel curls into a tighter ball on the floor.

"You did this!" I scream at him. I dive on top of the blond vampire, and he attempts to push me off.

"Hey!" he yells as I pull his hair. "What are you fucking doing!"

I slam his head against the wall with strength I didn't know I had. "What have you done to him? You bastard!" I scream.

"OW!" he yelps as he tries to grab me. His hands clutch his head, and he moans in pain.

"Hey, I hardly touched you!"

"Men... burning... hurts..." Angel moans from the floor. Bloodshot eyes find mine and I approach him slowly.

"Angel, it's okay now, Spike is going!" I give Spike a glare and he stares back.

"Men... golden hair... coming... coming..." he sobs.

Spike jumps up and strides towards Angel, who's whimpering softly. I might not know Angel well, but I won't let Spike hurt him. Angel has saved my life many times before, the least I can do is return the favour. I jump on Spike's back and try to pull him away from Angel. Spike grabs my hands and swings me around. Suddenly, we both collapse to the floor as he howls, protecting his head again. I slap him hard.

"That's it," he yells. He grabs my arm, pulling me forward, and with a loud grunt of pain tries to bite me. "OW!" he howlers and falls back again, clutching his head.

"What the hell is happening!" Spike screams. He clutches at his forehead, moaning softly. "I mean this has never happened before!"

"Good," I yell. I don't want to be bit.

"I'll starve! Angel will starve. I can't help! I can't help myself!" Spike starts to moan and complain incoherently now. I can't make out everything thing he says, but he's truly upset. Then Angel starts to moan in distress. His reactions seem to be connected to Spike.

Why is around one around me miserable? Doesn't anyone see I'm hurting too! I shudder, with surprise at my self-misery. I turn to Spike and notice that he looks totally dejected. His head in his heads, and muttering to himself. It's strange, but... I feel so sorry for him. Even Angel is quite, staring at his distressed Childe.

"Maybe you were nervous." What am I saying? I just can't help it. Here I am standing watching Spike, the big bad, a vampire who tried to kill me on several occasions, and I feel sorry for him. "You were looking for Buffy weren't you, get yourself all worked up, but then you just find me. Useless, undeserving little Willow! I'm not even good enough to be vampire bait!"

"Huh?" he turns and stares at me.

I feel even more depressed. Not even big bad vampires want me. No one does. "It's me, isn't it?" I whisper suddenly. There is something seriously wrong with me. No one wants me. Even Angel must have come here looking for Buffy.

"What are you talking about?" Spike grumbles back.

"I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps like to sink their teeth into. It's always like, `ooh, you're like a sister to me,' or, `oh, you're such a good friend.' I start to weep softly. Goddess, I feel such a failure.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'd bite you in a heartbeat."

"Really?"

"Burning... red... girl... Burning girl..."

"See even Angel wants you," Spike laughs.

"What?" Oh goddess, Angel! I forgot all about him in my self-indulgent misery. "What did you do to him Spike!" I scream.

"Nothing! It was those bloody solider boys. They tortured him, and..."

"Commando guys, in green suits and guns?" I interrupt. I just knew they were bad news.

"Yeah," Spike answers cautiously.

"Buffy ran into them a while back. We've been looking..."

"No... Not Buffy!" shouts Angel from the door. He trembles and claws his face again as if trying to fight something off. Spike approaches him, but I push him out of the way. I kneel down before Angel, pulling his hands away from his face.

"Shhh, it's okay, Angel, you're safe," I comfort him. He seems so scared. I'll kill those commandos for what they did to him. His beautiful face is all bloodied and he's so pale and gaunt. I touch his cheek gently, and he leans into my touch. Suddenly, however, his whole body stiffens and convulses in pain.

"Angel!" I cry, trying to soothe him. I turn to Spike, "what did you do to him?!"

"He's having a bloody vision," Spike yells back. He drags Angel from my arms and crushes him to his own chest. His hands gently stroking Angel's face as he holds him tight as his body convulses.

"It's okay, Sire... I have you..."

I watch amazed as Spike continues to pet Angel gently, while talking softly into his ear. Spike's calm voice seems to relax Angel and the tremors are less violent. Angel clings to Spike desperately, his wide eyes searching vainly as the vision takes hold.

"Tell me what you see, luv," Spike murmurs softly into Angel's ear.

"Men... coming... burning... it hurts! Will, it hurts!" Angel weeps, "it hurts... it hurts..."

I start to cry too. I can't help it. All this time I've been so lost in my own pain, I ignored everyone else's. Well, I won't ignore Angel's. I creep forward and gently touch his face. Angel sobs with his eyes squeezed shut and the aftershocks of the vision are still passing through his muscles making him quiver under my fingers.

"What do you mean, visions?" I whisper to Spike. He gives me a dirty look, and I know he doesn't trust me. However, when Angel gives another violent tremor, he answers.

"Look, a couple of weeks ago, I went to LA to get the ring from Angel. I meet this half demon called Doyle; he was Angel's messenger from the powers. He had visions of people in trouble."

"Like a seer, and Angel helped them," I interpreted.

"I've just said that," Spike rolls his eyes and continues, "anyhow, this geezer died and somehow the visions passed to Angel. The thing is I don't think he can understand them. He had a vision about Harmony in the park, and then he started going on about the time we were in Yorkshire and had to hide in an old mine while running from a local mob."

"Oh, Angel," I whisper. I stroke his damp forehead, my fingers touching a recent hole in his skin. "Who hurt him then?"

Spike sighs and reluctantly tells me, "I came back to Sunnydale, got captured by these commandos, they have lots of vampires and demons imprisoned. I believe Angel crashed his car, and they found him and brought him there. They were interested in him because he must have had a vision when they picked him in. They sent him to be examined. I found him in this lab; some doctor had already started cutting him up."

"Angel," I whimper, kissing his forehead. I would never wish his misfortune on anyone. All three of us have been on the cutting edge of misfortune lately. Spike and his inability to bite, me and Oz, and now Angel and his visions. We are three of a kind. Maybe that's why I feel such empathy with him and Angel. Why I can trust a vampire, who messed up my life and then moments ago looked to be hurting Angel. It's like deep down - in my soul maybe - I can feel he's sincere. I can sense that there is no deception in Spike, and that he's scared for himself and for Angel.

*****
Part 4:

"Willow," Angel suddenly mumbles. His eyes are open again and he's looking into my face. I think he recognises me. "Are you real?" he asks softly.

"Yes, I am. It's Willow,"

"William?" he says, reaching out to touch Spike's cheek. I swear for just a moment there was something like love in Spike' eyes.

"I'm real too, Sire," Spike answers softly. I've never heard him speak like that. He sounds almost human. "What did you see, Angel?"

"I don't understand..." he starts to weep again.

"Angel, tell Spike and me, and maybe we can." I grasp his hand and he looks hopeful a moment.

"Men with lights... pain... gun... Willow! Buffy... run... betrayal... hurts..." he whimpers. I can see him trying so hard to concentrate, but the pain burns him. "William, the pit, run to the pit... I'm so sorry... I never meant to be angry... I couldn't lose you..."

"I'm here, Sire. We made it." Spike continues to stroke Angel's face and I realise that was something old and private between them. From the looks of it, it was an event that hurt Spike so much. His jaw jumps as he tries to contain his anger.

"Coming... Coming!!!"

"Angel, you're safe here..."

"No, Spike! I think he means they are coming, now!"

"Oh, shit! How the hell are they tracking me?"

"Flashing light... Burning bright... The rabbit finds the fox."

A tracking device! Damn it. These commandos are good, but I'm better. "Spike, you have to run."

"What! I won't leave Angel!"

"You have to! I think what Angel is trying to tell us is that they have some sort of tracking device on you. Angel was kept to be experimented upon, so I doubt it they gave him one. I might be wrong, but we can't risk it. I'll hide Angel from them and Buffy."

"The slayer and the commandos? I can just see them hitting it off," Spike laughs.

"He was afraid of seeing Buffy; therefore it's best we don't. You run and I'll take Angel to my house, my parents are out of town."

"Hey, how do I know you aren't working for them?"

"Angel, sent you here with a vision, didn't he," I state. I realise now that's why Angel brought them here.

"Fine!" Spike answer back. He climbs out of the window and balances on the ledge. "You promise you'll protect Angel!"

"I promise!"

With that Spike jumps down and vanishes from sight. I run to the window and I spot his quickly moving form cutting through the trees. There are shouts down the corridor, so I grab Angel and tug him to his feet. Suddenly, all the lights go out and we are plunged into darkness.

"There's a cold spot down here!" a man shouts. I'm guessing that the Commando's are back again. I drag Angel out of the dorm and across the corridor to the girl's bathroom. I've just had an idea and I pray it's going to work. We run into the bathroom, Angel limping painfully along, and I drag him into the shower. I turn on the spray and the hot water cascades down onto both of us. I hold Angel close, rubbing the hot water into his skin, hoping this is going to work.

"Where is it?" shouts another man.

I don't hear the answer, but I think my plan is working. Angel feels warmer, but I continue to rub him, making sure they can't find him. I hear the sounds of fighting and then nothing. I think they're gone, but I'm terrified to move. I promised to protect Angel, and I never want those bastards to touch him again.

There is silence for what feels like forever. Angel remains pressed against my chest crouched here in the warm shower. His face is so pale, even though warmed and his body still trembles from the aftershocks of the vision. I'm a little confused on how those work. I would have thought he would just have the one vision - say - girl in danger from big bad vampire and then it would be over. Angel' visions seem to be almost continuous. He had a vision about the commandos, about me; next he saw them storming the dorm, after that he knew about Spike's tracking device. I think something is seriously wrong with Angel' visions. They are slowly breaking him apart bit by bit.

Finally, when I can't stand the water anymore, I pull Angel out of the shower. He's weak but follows my directions. We don't talk as I towel him down, and surprisingly he's been aroused by my closeness. It makes me blush. I'd never thought that Angel could find me attractive. He stared at my body through the wet clothing for a long moment after we climbed out the shower, and then turned away. For the first time, I feel alive again, that someone sees me. I haven't felt that since Oz left. Well, apart from seeing Tara. When I see her it's like the lights dim.

"Angel, we have to leave here. I told Spike we'd be at my parent's house." Angel nods and dries himself the best he can. That's one problem I'm going to have to sort. Angel has no other clothing. I just hope my father's old jeans will fit him, but they shall be very short. No one in my family is as tall as Angel is.

When I return to the dorm for a quick change, I find it empty. Thankfully, Buffy hasn't returned yet. I change into jeans and a jumper, then quickly run out to Angel. We make our way down the stairs and out through the back entrance. Great, I have to get Angel back home and I haven't any transport. We can't walk there with Angel soaked through like this. Tara! Tara has access to a friend's car. It doesn't take me more than 10 minutes to get to Tara's dorm, and convince her to help me. I just smiled and asked and she said yes. I'm still smiling when we pick up Angel in her friend's car.

Tara is very worried about Angel's appearance. I tell her he's been sick but nothing more. She doesn't ask questions. One day I hope I can tell her the truth. Half a hour later, we are at my parent's house. I thank Tara profusely, and I know I want to see her again. When I finally have Angel changed into my father's old jeans, and a clean shirt he's much more rested. I just hope Spike is fairing well. Boy, where did that thought come from? I shouldn't be concerned for him... should I. Yet, Angel seems so attached to him, and for that reason alone I'll help keep Spike safe. If it help's Angel, I'll give Spike my trust. Mind you, it's just for my friend - nothing more. He's still a vampire, and I shall have to watch my back.

Spike's POV:

I make my way quickly away from Willow's dorm. A couple of commando's tracked me for awhile, but I lost them. I have to wonder how the hell Angel knew about that. I should go to Willow's house and see him again. A part of me doesn't want to. He's making me feel things I have denied for over a century. He reminds me of how Angelus and I were lovers all those years ago. Even though Angelus couldn't really love anything, he did show me a little affection. Of course, the only time we were together was when Darla wasn't around. When she was, she was everything to Angelus - mother, lover, wife. While I was ignored and pushed aside. It was the same in that pit in Yorkshire. Earlier that week Angelus had loved me in his bed while Darla was away on a shopping trip, when she returned I was neglected. I didn't know at the time how jealous Darla was of anyone who took Angelus' attention. In my fury, however, I had taken my revenge out on the town's people. In the end, we were chased by a mob and ended up hiding in a coal mine. I always thought Angelus hated me at that moment. I think I was wrong. In fact, looking back, Angelus' whole attitude around me with Darla was one of hatred and fear. Fear of Darla discovering her Childe's relationship with me. Hatred because he couldn't show he desired me. I think it was a facade to make sure Darla never knew of our affair or of his probable depth of emotion for me. She never did know, not from him and certainly never from me. The only trouble was I never saw how much he wanted me, either.

When I look back, what hurts me more is that time in China. I remember him watching me, silent and alone. He would watch me for hours and it would just make me angrier and angrier. Now with unbiased eyes - I see that he was trying to tell me that he had a soul, trying to work out how to say the words. He never did and then he left. I certainly didn't tell him how I felt either - I lost myself in Dru's attentions and he never knew that I... loved him?

I sigh to myself. I have to go back to Angel. I have to know he's escaped and not dust. He and his visions saved me in that facility. Also, I have to understand how he really feels - or felt - about me. I have to know if he ever loved me.

I make it to Willow's house in good time. I knew where she lived; I made sure I knew about the slayer's helpers the first time Dru and me came to Sunnydale. It's dark when I arrive, but there's a note waiting for me on the door. I open it and read: If you're Spike, come in. Real clever, Red. I open the door and step inside. The whole house is dark and silent. They must be asleep. I make my way up the stairs and I catch the soft sounds of someone talking in the main bedroom. There is a glass door leading inside and from my position I can see Angel and Willow lying on the bed.

They aren't together, and I fight down the sudden flicker of jealously. Angel is under the covers and thick blankets, while Willow lies above them, with his head on her stomach. She gently runs her fingers through his hair, calming him into sleep.

"You never saw him again?" I catch Willow asking.

"No, I left China the next night. Darla threw me out again," Angel answers in a tired voice.

"Angel, what did you really feel for him?"

"Willow, don't ask me that. You see me as Buffy's ex..."

"You're a vampire, Angel. I know what vampires are like, I met my vampire self, remember?"

The both laugh softly. Then Willow calms, and thoughtfully continues to stroke Angel.

"I'll tell you my secret, if you tell me yours," she whispers in a conspiratorially way.

Angel is quite for a long moment, "err... okay," he finally agrees.

"My secret is that," Willow begins dramatically, "I think I'm in love with Tara."

A girl's name? Sweet, innocent little Willow is in love with another girl? Damn, I wish I had met this Vampire Willow.

"Tara, the girl that drove us here?" queries Angel, and Willow nods. Angel gives a little grin.

"I think I'm still in love with William," Angel admits back.

Willow chuckles and asks: "What do you say about coming out of the closet one day?" Angel gives a soft laugh, and rests his head back onto her chest.

I fall back away from the open door, stunned. I can't believe what Angel has just said. Does Angelus' soul love me? Bloody hell! My life is a mess, I can't bite and now I have emotional issues over my soul-ed Sire! Things can't get any worse! I step back, attempting to make a quick exit out of the house, and away from all the emotional angst my sire is causing me. I step back, and... Damn it! I walk directly into a large oriental style vase. It rolls on its edge of its perch, and before I can catch it, it tipples over with a loud crash.

"Fuck!"

"Spike?" Willow shouts out, fearfully.

"Yeah, it's me," I call back.

Damn it!! Damn it!! I should just go. Walk away. Just say - "how are you, mate and now I'm leaving." I wander slowly into the main bedroom and look onto the bed. Angel's lifted himself up on his elbows and gifts me with a 100-watt smile. Wow! Unfortunately, he looks so pale and weak. That smile doesn't reach his eyes. His injuries are numerous, and slowly healing... Stop it! No! Stare him straight in the eye and say - "goodbye!" Unfortunately, my mouth doesn't listen to my brain. Damn traitorous thing it is, and answers to my heart instead.

"Angel, you okay?" He gives a quick nod. "You love me?" I blurt out. Oh god, just shot me now!

"Yes, I do," answers Angel directly. He's lying with Willow, watching me with serious brown eyes. He's in full control of his facilities too. Willow says nothing, just grins happily next to him.

"Okay, I'll be leaving now... Wait - you said - yes?"

"Yes, William, I do."

"Okay, wanna shag?"

"No," he laughs, "I hurt too much, but I would like you to sleep with me."

I start stripping out of my clothing as Willow quickly covers her eyes and turns away. I leave my jeans on and jump into the bed next to Angel. I'll worry about all the emotional angst tomorrow. I just want to hold him. I wrap my arms around my Sire and snuggle closer.

"I'll leave you to sleep then," Willow says disheartened.

Angel catches her arm and pulls her back down. "You are alone too, Willow. We all are. We all have suffered. I don't understand everything but I felt that in my visions. You belong with us."

Willow gives the biggest smile I've ever seen for a long time. I don't fully understand Angel's words, since I'm far too exhausted to care. Tonight has been the longest of my life and I don't want to ever repeat it! Willow climbs into the bed and snuggles into Angel's other side. So the three of us entangle around each other, sharing our loneliness and sleep.

*****
Part 5:

Initiative facility, Deep underground.

A blond woman steps out to greet Agent Riley Finn and his team. She is far from pleased with the outcome of their mission. In fact, her anger is barely contained as she notices they have returned empty handed.

"I'm sure you'll understand if I seem far from happy," Professor Walsh informs Agent Finn.

"Yes, ma'am. If you read my report you'll see..." begins Riley, his voice trembling with nerves. He'd never seen this type of vexation from his superior before.

"That Hostile 17 avoided recapture. That somehow he was pre-warned of your arrival. Then you have the audacity to lose Project 312! You fail to understand the importance of its recapture. That demon could..." she trails off, not wishing to deluge too much to just a lowly solider, even if he is her most trusted. "Then you say you had to fight someone else, who somehow escapes description," she finishes, clearly unhappy with the state of events.

"Whoever he was, the guy was big," Forrest confirms.

"Strong, too," agrees Graham.

"Whoever... Or whatever," adds Riley, clearly agitated to losing to some unknown demon.

Walsh is not amused by their attentions at defending themselves. She had trained them to be the best, not to be defeated by one measly demon. "I'm not interested in guesswork, gentlemen. Call me old-fashioned, but I like results. This report reads like a child's riddle book. Agent Finn, tell me something good. My implant?"

"The implant works. Hostile 17 can't harm any living creature, in any way without intense neurological pain. We'll bag it," Riley confirms, trying to save face.

"What of the project 312, did you receive any feedback from the interface," Walsh asks, not Riley, but a Doctor that steps forward. The soldiers look on in confusion at the laptop the doctor holds in his hands.

"The interface experienced some difficulties; the subject's neuro-pathways are rejecting the implant. We have only received a few confused images, but they are getting clearer each time. Unfortunately, if we don't get Project 312 back soon to monitor its progress, we might lose the uplink."

"That will be a great loss, wouldn't you agree Agent Finn?"

"Err... yes. We'll have them both back here soon," he confirms, still unsure about the whole Project 312 subject, but knows better than to question the Professor.

"Yes, you will. Dismissed." Professor Walsh takes up the laptop and presses enter. Images flicker across the screen. Hostile 17 and red headed girl, surround Project 312. The images change to flashes of violence. A blond female vampire killing a young man beside a blue car, and so on.

"Project 312, you shall be my greatest achievement," Professor Walsh tells the laptop. The image of the subject' face appears when the replay of visions has finished. A tall, dark haired vampire stares back at Walsh from the screen. "You shall give me glory."~

END