Rachael sat at the bar, nursing some girly drink someone had bought for her.  She smiled and waved across the bar at him, then went back to her sipping and brooding.  Five years ago, it would be unheard of for her to be in a bar, even at her present age of 18.  But with the whole apocalypse "thing," a lot of social "norms" went out the window.  She still wore her school uniform, even thought school and society as they were are now a thing of the past.  Five years ago, she had more spare uniforms than casual clothes, so they still served her well today.<br/><br/>She kept thinking of that cataclysmic time:  near the beginning is when she found the Bible Black.  She still didn't know if it was an old relic, a byproduct from the melding and rifting of space and magic that brought all these aliens, or something else.  All she knew is that it had given her power, power that she had quite enjoyed at school, and now protected her in these dark, dangerous times.  Rachael had been slowly working to unlock all its secrets, but there were still much more for it to share with her, and more sacrifices would be demanded.  But it had taken its grip on her, both her mind and libido were in bondage to it, needing to seek out more knowledge, the knowledge which led to power...