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A cool breeze swept through the town of Sunnydale. It wasn't uncommon for a town, usually so bright and warm, to cool off at night. But something was different this time. Many of the townsfolk were filled with some sort of uneasiness as the night progressed. Something was coming. Many filed that feeling in the recess of their mind and tried to ignore it.

The Bronze came to life and the music began to flood the streets in the area, the familiar thud and the catcalls and giggling that came with the teenager's off for summer vacation, the college students looking to get wasted, or the 20-somethings trying to ignore the insecurity they felt about suddenly being "a grown up." All of them prey. All of them with warmth that radiated and called out to him.

He could sense them. Their stench sickened him and filled him with an incomprehensible hunger. So close, he thought. The time was so close at hand. Years of plotting and planning would come together on one glorious night and their Master would return to them. "Find more," he whispered softly to the blond beauty to his left, stroking her hair.

"With pleasure," Darla replied, with a grin, and sauntered off to the club wearing her Catholic school uniform. She had been so proud of that kill. Luke had been fond of that day, she'd brought him twins. Luke like twins.

The not-so-quiet town of Sunnydale, for all the life, slumbered. It's true essence buried deep below. But it would only be a matter of time before it woke and devoured them all.

The thought made Luke feel all fuzzy inside.

To say the Bronze was packed was a complete understatement. Sure it had seen it's share of booming business over the long summer months as teenagers and young adults from all over Sunnydale escaped there from the evil clutches of their parents or summer jobs, but tonight there was a huge party for a very good cause.

It was the annual, The Last Non-Sucky Monday Party.

In just one week, classes would be starting up again at Sunnydale High and University of Sunnydale and the masses currently dancing and frolicking under the flickering strobe lights of the dance club, to the beats pounded out through speakers by the DJs would be forced back within their hallowed walls. Nights would be filled with homework and study sessions, instead of partying and hanging out with friends. But tonight, tonight was not a night to think of such things. It was a night of distractions. The drinks, alcohol and non, flowed at half price, the tables were covered in food provided thanks to a slightly steeper cover charge at the door, the clacking of billiard balls could be heard from the tables, the balcony was full to capacity and the dance floor was rocking.

The young people of Sunnydale were out in force, celebrating their last days of freedom.