Sweet Revenge

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She wakes alone in the dark. It smelt of fresh graves and she was in some kind of underground hideout. She is wearing a white dress that touched the floor and is very similar to the one Drusilla always wore. She is holding one candle. She reaches and ends up yanking her hair. She pulled them to her face and realizes that they are chopped to her shoulder and looks awfully similar to what she used to have during the whole nightmare thing with Billy. Back when she was still a naive teenager. She also realizes that she's in the sewage. A shadow is lurking in the walls, Gregon and he's looking for a little payback on the slayer for killing his master- thee master. He used some powerful magic to warp her here and now there's no way out until it's too late. The white dress is soaked at the bottom with blood. To her horror, it was a pool of blood she was stepping in. She lets out a guttural cry! Gregon finds this the perfect opportunity to strike!

Buffy woke up to hear herself scream! She jumped off the bed and hit the door when she became translucent in the mirror. Her upper body was completely invisible as to her lower half! "Something is wrong!"
She ran out and quickly got Giles on the phone! "Giles, any books on magical turnings?" She realizes that she's growling. "Yes magical turnings", she hissed. "Well quick!" "Do something!"

Buffy: Giles, I can't be stuck like this.

*Flashback*

Giles: Buffy, I found the spell and it says that whatever you're going through cannot be reversed and that the prophecy is finally coming. That a young warrior such as yourself shall reform to the dark and that the next coming warrior (Faith) shall be the true chosen. Buffy, you cannot reverse the spell or Faith will destroy you.


"You cannot tell me that I'll be stuck like this."

She is dressed in some kind of white material and is very lengthy. Her hair is dark and curled. This girl is Drusilla. She is walking around talking to the pixies about the stars and a prophecy. This is the same prophecy foretelling of the slayer. "Ooh my blackest knight, we shall see her tonight. She is coming and we shall all become particles under er feet."
"Ashes to ashes dust to dust!"

Spike: Dalton!

The short scrawny vampire scurried to his master's side. "Translate!"
"Y y y yes!"
The master vamp pulled him by his lapels. "Translate! I can't understand a riddle!"
Drusilla suddenly twirled around in a circle. "Ooh ooh ooh can't you see it? She's rising!"
"The pretty girl is rising and hurry or we'll miss the birth!"
Spike looked at her closely. "Gather the minions."
"Visions ducks?"

A freshly dug grave rose from the ground and Buffy stood over it. She had just been told again that she will always be a vampire. She just waits for the thing to rise so she can stake it. "Take it out on a young fledgling", she mutters.
She watches as the petrified thing shakes off dirt and roars. "Oh boy."
Without giving it a chance, she plunged the stake in and drove it home- right into the heart!

Gregon chuckled at the irony of a little slayer becoming one of them. Someone with a soul wearing their face. How his sweet little revenge had turned out so perfectly. He just wish the master is here to celebrate it. After years of frustration built behind this slayer, her time had finally come to an end.
Maybe, giving her a soul is just a little perk. Now, she will be guilt ridden and fighting will be a lot easier. A day old fledgling will never last without its maker.
He smirked at the window and bit down on the girl's throat.
'She will come to me.'

Gregon stood upright in the center with Alias and Legoron on either side of him. In each hand carried a golden cup filled with warm liquid that came from an animal. Gregon is dressed in a black robe and the rest wore a simple green. These vampires came from a long line of vampires- each member from the same clan- the master's own family and servants. Vamp males, elders, and females came with their own childers. Some that served as slaves or minions.
The minions were mainly ignored but tonight's rejoicement has everyone's attention. All heads were raised and all eyes focused in one direction while all ears listened to him speak. "Tonight my clan my family! Tonight is a special night. The night I slain the slayer and bathed in her blood. Tonight my fellow vampires, vampiresses, elders, and young ones. Tonight is the night we must follow by. We must m**der we must slaughter. We must win!"
He raised the cup to his lips. "Toast!" The others roared and snarled. "Toast to the new master; the new era!"
One vampire isn't too convinced. "And how do you know it's the beginning of a new era? What if you lie and the slayer kills us all?!? It'll be on your head Gregon!"
The vampire who yapped his lips was pushed into the center. "The slayer will come Amarticus!"

Gregon: And we will be prepared and when she comes I will destroy her!

The vampires roared their approvals.
"Now enough and start feasting!"
They immediately sank into the pulses of their collapsed victims.

Gregon: Good good!
'The master, you are avenged!'

Buffy quickly washed the blood off of her lips as she stared at her image- nothing but air.
'What a waste of time', she thought.
She grabbed a second bag of pig's blood and dumped it into a bowl and sat down and drank it.
She hated the taste but knows this is her life or unlife now.
There is no way she can resist. The blood was too important for survival.

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Blood oozed out of his lips as he sipped out the last tiny drop that had come from the dead human in his arms. It was a woman of 30 who had just went into premature labor upon seeing him and his distorted features. The vampires had cut out the baby and gave him to Gregon as a gift for the ritual. They named him the anointed as a memory of the young boy who had been part vamp.
The boy that the master sired and anointed second- in- command to sit at his right hand. The boy had the features of a regular cute human child but there were other aspects about him that made him quite cunning and devious.
The child vamp was a child killer because he especially loves virgin blood- anything that comes from children.
At one look at him- people fell for it. He may have looked innocent but who's to say looks aren't deceitful?
He was extremely vicious when he bites hence reigning terror and fear amongst his clan and other clans.
The child vamp also had a taste for certain slayers and was more attracted to their blood more than any others. Even William the Bloody aka Spike.
The beauty of it all, he could have killed her if not for her invading friends.
They were so annoying. Those mortals.
They were always helping her; mussing up their plans and barging into their lairs or in other cases- factories.

What they didn't know was that the Anointed was still out there watching, anticipating, and wanting the death of the slayer or her corpse laying at his feet.
His eyes burned a hole into the back of his neck as he is the only one that can feel his presence. He had been forced to flee into the sewers as his only escape during the night that Spike and his minions had stormed into town. They almost succeeded in killing him had it not been that one vamp Dracus.
He was the one that stuck up for the master's little toy boy as his enemies had called him one too many times. Dracus also was the one who made that comment about the infamous "Crucifixion."
He was snarky but deadly accurate.



Drusilla: Shh, I really don't want to kill my poor Angel.

"Angel", she screamed!

Spike smirked. "We want you!"
Buffy threw off the covers and screamed!
It's like this every night with the same dreams every night like a message or vision.
She wants to decipher them but is completely wigged out by the images. She hadn't even thought of Angel until now.
Until a knife was pressed to his neck and held by one disturbing vamp.

Buffy dusted the vamp and Gregon finds this amusing. He had been watching her in the graveyard to see that she had dusted his latest minion. Useless Saxton and his awful plans.
They never work.
"These patrols are getting really boring lately. I'll have to go another round!"
She smelled a vamp nearby and this one is equivalent to the master.
She shows her true face for the first time. "Come out!"
"Show yourself!"
Gregon steps out and claps dramatically. "Slayer."
"You just made a big mistake!"
Buffy rolls her eyes. "How convenient of you. Wait, you did this to me!" "You're the one who..." But the next thing she knows is a stake digging into her back until a big hand grabs it and yanks it out! "Angel", she breathed in relief.

Angel: What, how, when!?!

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She sighed. "What do you want Gregon!?!"

The master's loyal subject only smirked and mocked her. "What I want is you dead!"
Buffy lets out 2 loose snarls. "Well, there's one thing more scarier. Me."

She frantically ripped at her scars and roared out her pain!
"The bastard cheated!" "He used holy water!" She wrapped a bandage around it and bit back another snarl and the urge to vomit blood!
"The bastard cheated!" Blood squirted onto the thin long fabric as Drusilla spat out the rest into a golden gauntlet and handed to her dark companion. "No rest for you daddy." She sauntered into the room like an elegant queen and she expected to be worshiped. The vampires only respected her because she's the master's property.
She's one of the few he adored. Because of her black heart and dangerously childlike looks, she's able to capture the men! The other females growled as she walked in but they knew to respect her. They feared her and her prowess. Because she was every bit the devil as her master.
Her features are more pale than normal but Angelus made her that way; his perfect black goddess.