The Thunder Of A Dark Beauty

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She flinched away from his touch as if it burned. It burned into her very soul............

"You are mine!"

Three venomous words in the brink of an hour.

He told her once, she was the parliament of his soul. She was his soul.

Did that matter in the end?

You killed me, she whispered timidly.

So young, so innocent. All was not lost............ yet.

"I gave you my blood, to heal you. You kept drinking and I trusted you!"

She went back to her face. The bumpies and ridges are always going to be a sore reminder.

'Face the fact, he turned you into a monster!'

"I will no longer be me."

All he could do was offer her a nod.

"How do I change back!?!"

Angel: Close your eyes and concentrate on your human half.

She did and the bones in her face shifted. Hands flew to her smooth skin and she sighed in relief.

'Thank god I didn't lose it all!'

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"You should be grateful!"

Grateful? You want me to be grateful like this!?!

She pointed to her face as if telling him all he needed to know.

She had slipped back into her demon face during her long rant.

"Buffy.............."

No, she jumped away from him.

"I can't look at you right now. I don't want you touching me!"

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"Step away from my sire and I promise you won't die, slowly.........."

Her need to protect him overrided any other need.

She didn't understand it nor did she want to.

Right now, she has her face a breath away from Xander's, begging him with her eyes to not try anything.

Because if it came down to it, her sire's life is more important.

Even her soul agreed. It cannot do anything to stop her demon.

"You say she still has a soul.........."

"Giles, don't!"

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He looked through all of his books but unfortunately, nothing was coming up. There was a prophecy concerning a turned slayer and her dark mysterious lover. Whom, he did not know. Until now.............

*Flashback*

"My god, what did you do!?!"

*End Flashback*

Now, looking at his slayer, he couldn't find a trace of her former self.

Supposedly, she had kept her soul.

The stake still raised above his head, he felt his own lower lip trembling. The monster is not his slayer. It's a body with her face!

Giles: You wear her face but you are just a demon inside!

And I, I have a duty to fullfill! He brought it down to strike but a black blur blocked his path, preventing the stake to hit its intended target.

An angry roar resounded around the room, making Giles drop what he was holding.

"YOU. WILL. NOT. TOUCH. HER!!!!!!!!!!"