Chapter 4 Authors Note: Harmony isn't a MAJOR character, but she KIND OF became one when they introduced her to the show. She was in Buffy for the longest, Spike would know. Muhaha. So I've decided to add her, any complaints and I'll contemplate deleting the chapter, but the whole story cant be angst...

It wasn't fair, not at all. In Harmony's opinion, there was no life after high-school. Things were just... hard! Although a few of those hard things she had enjoyed, but getting a job? Keeping the job!

Life as a vampire wasn't easy. All the movies said it was, they got their mate, lived happily ever after under the full moon. If she couldn't believe movies, what was there left to believe in?

Saks Fifth. She had always wanted to go here! The beautiful, polished, locked door. Since when had she ever let something as pithy as locks keep her from designer dresses and stiletto heels?

Reaching through the metal beams that protected the door, she pushed it inward and watched as the doorknob went rolling. Pulling the grate away wasn't a problem either, she pulled the security cameras from the walls and knocked a guard unconscious.

The walls were white, which reminded her of heaven, which reminded her of Angel. Angel. He had never had any confidence in her. Not once. At all. Just go get me this, go fetch me that, don't raid the blood bank.

It wasn't fair. Guests got the virgin blood! What did she get? Pigs blood, that's what. She had forfeited nourishment, the second largest mansion to be near him, hers was only the fourth largest mansion in the country now.

It was all his fault, and Hamilton really hadn't been that bad. A man who knew so many different... moves, totally couldn't be as evil as they all thought. It had defiantly been a job, like, so well done, and the information he'd managed to get out of her had been well worth the rewards.

Angel could handle himself, what did she care if he was injured a little? He was a vampire, by morning he'd be right as rain again. So, like, as long as he didn't end up dead, which was what Hamilton had promised, she had done nothing to violate the employers' clause in her contract.

She had a nice recommendation letter now, a bonus in her salary, and plenty of money to spend. She didn't even want to get another job, she could go anywhere, feed from anyone she wanted.

Spike didn't even notice her anymore, he was too preoccupied with the Slayer. Buffy this, Buffy that, the whole thing turned her stomach. Considering she didn't have the muscles to make her organs move, that was saying something.

Lately Angel had been dating a werewolf girl, but their relationship totally wouldn't work out anyway. Everyone knew that Angel couldn't have any fun without letting go the hold on his soul.

She had tried to tell him that, but he'd sent her to get something for Wesley instead of actually listening. He never listened. Spike either, now that he and Illyria were playing dominatrix... she couldn't even get him to call her 'love' anymore.

Anyway, it didn't matter. They'd all go off and fight their little battle, when they could be here with her shopping. Their loss. So many dresses, so little time. What to wear. Satin? Silk? Polyester, eww.

She saw the flashlight through the dark confines of the store. Another guard. Oh, yum. This one was young, she could hear the blood rush through his veins. The sigh that escaped his lips in boredom.

The food had arrived, she just hoped that all the calories wouldn't go to her hips. She'd never be able to fit into the red dress if that happened. Shrugging, she smiled and prepared to wait for him. Closer... closer...

Authors Note 2: Oh wow, this was a lot harder to write than I expected. I felt my IQ points drop by a good ten points. Its like watching Legally Blonde 1 and 2 in a row. Groan. My brain needs to rest, maybe I should go and find Sable... Sands'd make this horrid affinity go away. Hm...