Hell's Angel

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I tried not to, but the monster in me wouldn't let me resist. The lure of blood was too strong and my demon was even stronger. I slowly walk like a walking corpse to my human target. With my eyes, I begged him to leave, but it was too late!

They say blood is raw and cold, but to me, it's different. It's actually sweet and potent. I left the body and went in search of more. Surprisingly, I had no interest in caring. 'What a waste of human flesh', I thought. No, I was looking for something more. Something that can fight me back!
I feel sorry for this human. He was dead before he could even scream!

I'm not ashamed for what I've done! I feel no remorse, no feelings. I just walked away!

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She grabbed her victim's neck! "I can't wait to taste what's inside... for what's inside of you."

Cordelia held onto the crossbow tightly. Her knuckles were white as she clutched it to her. Xander was crouched behind the brush, staring out at the vampires. They had followed a series of vamps to this point, killing a few before they noticed they were all heading in the same direction. Cordelia had to bite her lip to keep from blurting out questions. The last time she had, she’d received a whack on the back of her head from Giles. And it hurt. It wasn’t enough that he ruined her hair, but dammit, it hurt. She resisted the urge to put her hand to the aching back of her head, holding onto the crossbow tighter to keep her hands secure. The second she lifted her hands away was when they’d attack. That’s the way it happens. You don’t pay attention and you die.

Xander made a small movement, and rushed across the dirt road into the trees on the other side. Willow rushed after him as he gave her the signal. Cordelia was the last to cross. She held her breath and scurried as best she could in six-inch wedges. She skidded into her spot next to Xander, sliding on the mud, almost falling, but having Xander grab her arm to hold her up. She found herself face to face with him, looking up in his face. It was hard to make fun of this Xander; this serious person wasn’t the one she’d come to bicker with; he didn’t tease. He was just so solemn.

Xander looked away from her. He couldn’t face her, couldn’t face anyone. Not after he’d failed them. He should have done something… he should have found a way to save her. If he couldn’t save her, how could he save anyone else? What he didn’t know was that the fact that he failed her was what would let him save others. Because he lost the one, he wouldn’t let himself lose anyone else. But still, he doubted himself, and he couldn’t see their faces, to see them knowing as he knew that they should have stopped it, that everything from this point on was their fault.

Willow kept her eyes searching through the dark. Her fingers tingled at the ends; her magic was ready and waiting. Ms. Calendar said that with time she’d learn to control the power with each spell, but that for this, the power itself could hit like a punch. Willow had enough raw power that she’d be able to keep up until dawn. No complicated spells or anything, she didn’t have the concentration yet, but the power… the power was there.

Giles watched over the group of teens. They were so ready to die saving the world. They didn’t truly know the sacrifice yet. Maybe that’s why Slayers were picked young, and died young. If they were older, they’d know how stupid and useless it was; they would stop fighting, or refuse. Better to die young, when you still think it’s worth it. Better to not question yourself. Everything is easier before you question it. It’s easier just to follow orders, to follow passion, than to worry over what’s wrong and what’s right. She would memorize each of these faces, keeping them each locked into her mind. Buffy could feel them, her brethren, gathering. They were there; old and new, powerful and cannon fodder. Evil of all kinds walked the halls above her. The power made her giddy. All types of new sensations, the smell of fear, and the smell of death. They both tasted so sweet on her tongue, as she let the air roll in and out of her mouth gently. She savored it, in a way she’d never thought she would be able to. She slipped her arms into the lace sleeves, pulling the silk and satin up her body. She let it caress her skin. She pulled up each stocking carefully, sliding the garter into place. She wished she could see herself in the mirror, but when she looked, she wasn’t there. She was dead in all the ways that mattered. Her lace covered fingers shook against the fragile cloth of the gloves she wore. She felt like a doll… and she liked it. It was time to show them who she was. She stepped out into the lit room, a look of boredom and slight amusement donned upon her face.

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Buffy swept the curtain out from in front of her, and moved to Spike’s side. There were hundreds of vampires. Each one had a different scent, a different taste to them, and each one was hers. She could feel a power in her that made this feel right, made this feel safe. Surrounded by those she’d been sworn to kill not four nights ago, she felt like she belonged.
Ivete stared up at his blond queen and raised a toast full of heart blood. "I hereby pronounce Buffy Summers as the queen of all evil!" Cordelia held onto Willow’s arm, hiding her face behind the redhead. But her hiding place was soon gone as Willow charged forward with a potion Ms. Calendar had cooked up. Her stomach was about to revolt as she watched the other girl catch the vampire’s blood in the mixing bowl. She said a few words in some dead language, and something happened. It was like a vibe, like when you swim through a wave and you feel yourself moving back, but when you come up, you’re in the same place. Willow placed the bowl to her lips and sipped on the mixture. Cordelia winced, knowing that soon, it would be her turn to drink the foul thing.
Buffy felt her blood rise as she watched these people, her people. Her eyes glowed in triumph as she looked out on her army. Oh yes, the things she could do, the worlds she could conquer. She looked to the man by her side. She smiled up at him as he watched her in wonder. Things were about to get very interesting. The two of them, the things she could do. She smiled out to the crowd and raised a glass full of heart's blood. They were hers, and no one could take them away. She screamed and the crowd cheered with her, accepting her, exalting her. She drank from the cup and turned back to her sire. In front of them all, she captured his lips with hers, letting the blood in her mouth flow to his as they shared a kiss that was sacred to all. If she was their queen, then let him be her king. She thought she can hear them screaming already. It was like the most lust filled music played by the most terrifying violin! Shrieks and cracks of whips sounding were the testimony of it.
There was nothing better than to break a vocal chord.

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Drusilla stopped at everyone vampire and touched their foreheads. She drew her hand back. "This one is pure", she hissed. Then, she slapped the vampire. "Pure pure pure! So blinding, so light, so perfect! You've come to ruin my happy home!" She prepared her incisors, getting them readied to strike! "Janius, what have you done!?!"

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Buffy: Yes, what have you done, Janius!?!

"True form of light", Drusilla mumbled.

Buffy: Ugh, will you stop your incantations!?! I can't understand a word!

Drusilla madly swung about! "It's coming! It's coming!"