The Golden Order

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She had never bitten anyone before and she was afraid that if she did, she wouldn't be able to hold back.

The master just continues to encourage her. Push and push until she gave in. Her lips reered back in a snarl before moving on their own. Soon, she was inside of him, feeling all of the glory that came with the name: Aurelius. They both pulled the girl between them and sank their fangs in at the same time.

"Master, master, the prisoner had escaped!"

The master turned around and growled at the intruder.

Minion: But master!

"GO...! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Buffy's skin hissed in the afternoon sun. It burned with a searing pain unlike any of the others'. The master only pulled her out when her screams reached a noctave. She fell to her knees before her sire, drained of energy. Eventually, her soul and her demon came to the same conclusion: they were going to be stuck here. Might as well be stuck here rather than turning into crispy critter.

Buffy felt like she was drifting away. Looking down, it was her demon summoning her back to her body. The slayer took charge and tried to drive it out, but the demon continued its struggles to shove it back in. Instincts pushed her toward the light up ahead. Her feet dragged in slow motion. It gradually dimmed as she reached its barrier. Just behind this wall is freedom. One more walk and she's free!

The demons are trapped in the middle until a powerful force summons it from the ground. It lingers between two dimensions: Ellysio and Hellion, Heaven and Hell. The persecuted are to wait there for their judgement. Only the blood of a kin can set them free.

Grabbing one side of his head, with a low growl, she sank her fangs in, loving the warmth it to gave her. The sire continues to move in a faster pace, delighting in the childe's screams. They both moved in rhythm, rolling the body off of the bed. A roar slipped passed his lips as they settled over his mark. Fangs seperated the abused skin, taking her blood into his. Buffy tuned out the rest of the chaos outside and only focused on her sire pounding into her.

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Buried under skin and flesh, is her demon. It gave one last push and the lid opens. It slid out from the ghastly planes of death and growls at the form above her. The master's finger traced an intrical pattern over her face and the beast inside screamed for more. "The perfect replacement for Darla............" His hand dropped to the side, "You killed her so I took your life instead. It was rather... how should I put it? NEAT!" His mocking laughter only gave her new strength as she dug her nails into his flesh. He roared as he backhanded her into the headboard. "You stupid little WH*RE!"

She knew she was trekking on high water. A very line to cross. If provoked, that line will break and she will eventually break with it. Vampires are creatures of violence. That was just the natural order of things. Just what they were "born" to do. The weak aren't as efficient as the strong. Their accuracies are off and they tend to foul up more than once. Some vampires are never developed enough to make it through a day. Take Angelus, for example. Only his clan line kept him alive for this long. His blood descends from some of the most intelligent and vicious fighters. Angelus was bred from Darla and Darla from the master. The blood that ties them together is what gives him that power. Angelus believes in Passion and for that, he will never live up to his kin members. Buffy... she's an interesting study... the first slayer to ever born as a vampire. A demon now housed in her body, acting as the host. That is why the master chose her specifically for this assignment. When someone finally slays him, she will sit in his place, acting as the newest master of Sunnydale. Yes, she did slay Darla and for that, the master saw the tell tale signs of a new coming of power. A whole new breed of chaos........

He saw a potential that he rarely sees anymore. A glowing aura channeled into her rebirth, marking her as his new apprentice.

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He saw a potential that nearly doubles his own. She was brash in her violent destructive ways and for that reason alone, she was to stand at his right side, as his confidant.

Her blood ran cold as she smacked into a hard chest. A male chest to be exact. She felt her entire body freeze when she saw his eyes. Two red orbs stared back at her.

Now, she's looking forward to causing mayhem and destruction.

There's no end for the countless of deaths that had been caused by her own hands. She once told the master that she had been cleansed. Purified of all sins.

"I can't thank you enough for what you did FOR me. Before, I was just some stupid naive childe, ignorant of the nightly creatues that haunt my dreams. I let myself believe that I was some sort of superhero. One that kills and one that slays is NOT a superhero. Instead, I took my rage on my own kind when I should be doing the same to the humans. So, in short, I was cleansed; given a new life. New meaning. Washed away all of my sins... So, thank you! It was the best that had happened to me."

Before, she was the slayer, she was just some annoying teenager. A young girl who only thought about clothes and boys. It all came crashing down the day Merrick had walked into her life. But, again, she was blind. She didn't believe him until she fought her first vampire. The thing was looking at her like he wanted to devour her. His face was hideous as he glowered at her. "His face! What happened to his face!?!" God, that was SOoooooo not the right thing to say. The vampire wasted no time before he attacked.

The boy was 17 and attractive and certainly would make a potential meal. She licked her lips and stepped out of the shadows. The boy suddenly stopped. Every instinct told him what she was and what she was capable of. Buffy clapped her hands as she oggled him. He was obviously unafraid of her approach. "Run along now", she instructed the minion. "Good boy...", she patted his head. Then, her attention went back to the boy. "Naughty boy, you shouldn't make the princess angry with you...!" One of Vergus's Clan had found a spell to make her like Drusilla. They were the only ones to turn their backs on the master. Apparently, the two clans had clashed for centuries. A long history of bad blood had driven them apart. The master had killed their leader for failing to submit. Both sides broke out in a fight. Many died in the battle. The master forced Angus underground and killed him.

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Buffy's body was leaving the realm of the living, floating between planes, and eventually stopped moving.

"Your very first kill should be of the best. Wake up now dear......."

She heard his voice though she was still as death. The demon saw an opening and pushed the soul aside, running for the light. Finally, she threw herself into the portal, the gateway closing up. Next thing, she was faced with her sire.

His Dru was dead, killed by an angry mob at Prague. They burned down every town, searched every corner of the earth for her. They did not stop until she was found. To this day, he can still hear her screams. "Help me my Spike, help me!!!!!!" He yearned to pull her away from the dangerous rays of the sun as they set her on fire. His screams and tears were not enough as he watched the flames engulf her. Coal and ashes stung his eyes, but he did not care. He just watched in silent awe as his dark princess laughed hysterically. Burned in her effulgence as she laughed her final laugh before the flames took her. "Look, I'm burning my prince, I'm BURNING!!!!!!!!!" And then, she was gone. They stole away his light. The last part of his soul!

The roars in her ears were loud and deafening. She felt the final part of the change take place as the demon found residence inside her body. The soul was pushed WAY back into her mind, its final resting place............

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Scaly fingers came to rest on her shoulders. 'A Krelganian Demon? What does he want with me...?'

Doragon: The Krel-gaks are losing their numbers so we need your help.