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The first time I saw...
The first time I saw a vampire I was standing in the lobby of Wolfram and Hart and security was leading her outside. Into the sun. I remember seeing her eyes and her fangs, but not fully understanding what they meant. It wasn't until they pushed her out into the sun and she burst into flames that it all finally fell into place. I'd been warned, of course, of the weird things that happened at Wolfram and Hart. I had friends in law school who had stories and myths to tell. Urban legends, I thought. Stories of men who were forced to eat their own liver when a deal went sour. Stories of mind readers who would know if you were planning on betraying the firm. Stories of the Senior Partners. Of the conduit.
I didn't believe any of it. I went to my interview, I got the job, obviously, and I still refused to believe it. No one would make a lawyer eat his liver because of a mistake.
I was wrong, wasn't I? And I knew I was wrong as soon as I saw that woman -- that vampire step into the sun and light up like someone had doused her in gasoline and lit a match. She didn't scream. She just stood there. In a middle of a Los Angeles sidewalk a woman burned and no one even flinced. That didn't particularly surprise me. It's Los Angeles, for Christ's sake. No one flinches. As soon as she was gone, I knew it was all true.
I could have walked away. I wasn't in deep enough at that point, it being my first day, but I didn't. I forgot my concern, ignored the feeling in my stomach that was telling me to walk away and I went to my office. My office. You would think that seeing a vampire burn on a person's very first day at a new job would turn them off of it, wouldn't you? Something about it got to me, though. I'm not entirely sure what. I just knew that if this firm had the power to make people burn in broad daylight, if they had the power to force people to eat body parts, to have mind readers at their disposal, then it was a firm I wanted to be a part of.
And I still am.
The first time I saw a vampire I was standing in the lobby of Wolfram and Hart and security was leading her outside. Into the sun. I remember seeing her eyes and her fangs, but not fully understanding what they meant. It wasn't until they pushed her out into the sun and she burst into flames that it all finally fell into place. I'd been warned, of course, of the weird things that happened at Wolfram and Hart. I had friends in law school who had stories and myths to tell. Urban legends, I thought. Stories of men who were forced to eat their own liver when a deal went sour. Stories of mind readers who would know if you were planning on betraying the firm. Stories of the Senior Partners. Of the conduit.
I didn't believe any of it. I went to my interview, I got the job, obviously, and I still refused to believe it. No one would make a lawyer eat his liver because of a mistake.
I was wrong, wasn't I? And I knew I was wrong as soon as I saw that woman -- that vampire step into the sun and light up like someone had doused her in gasoline and lit a match. She didn't scream. She just stood there. In a middle of a Los Angeles sidewalk a woman burned and no one even flinced. That didn't particularly surprise me. It's Los Angeles, for Christ's sake. No one flinches. As soon as she was gone, I knew it was all true.
I could have walked away. I wasn't in deep enough at that point, it being my first day, but I didn't. I forgot my concern, ignored the feeling in my stomach that was telling me to walk away and I went to my office. My office. You would think that seeing a vampire burn on a person's very first day at a new job would turn them off of it, wouldn't you? Something about it got to me, though. I'm not entirely sure what. I just knew that if this firm had the power to make people burn in broad daylight, if they had the power to force people to eat body parts, to have mind readers at their disposal, then it was a firm I wanted to be a part of.
And I still am.