Prologue
This is simply an idea I had before I went to sleep last night. That's the best time for ideas. But I doubt I can reconstruct it as well as I had it in my mind last night, but I'll try. It's basically a new plot for Buffy. As everyone is aware, Joss Wheedon is a ledged at making his episodes, or seasons for that fact fit together so well and seamlessly. I tried to give this story line the same effect he has. Hope you like it, if you do, I'll start constructing the actual episodes one at a time.
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The mid 1950's saw a great demise to one certain boy. A boy called Blake. A demise to his life as he knew it. His life was always so normal, and standard. Two loving parents, and a little sister, of whom he loved more than anything, and the normal life of a kid where he'd go to school, and returned home to a cup of juice from a loving mother. It was all really Brady bunch in this household. He was a normal 16 year old who never liked to put a foot out of line with his parents, or his friends for that matter. He liked to be liked, and he was liked, for his docile outlook of life. He was a gentle boy, with no thought of harm. To add to his normality, he was another person oblivious to the real world. Totally unaware of what is so close to him and his family. But without this ignorance, they couldn't be the family that they were. But as usual, these things can't be left unscathed. It's the way of the world. To the boy, vampires were creatures of evil that only existed in movies and the minds of the morbid. He couldn't handle the truth. He came across a few of these creatures in an odd circumstance. They were feeding, in an alleyway when he came across them. For someone with a heart of gold to whiteness a sight such as this, is heart wrenching. To see carnage like this is mind altering. That is for the ignorant. He froze, watched upon them while they drank, deeper they bit, with blood dripping from every which way. He was frozen with fear, he couldn't do a thing. But he managed to put himself off balance slightly putting him in a position allowing him to move, and then run. But something stopped him. A wail, a weak gentle moan coming from the victim, he knew that voice oh too well. It was his mother. He turned and ran towards them. He threw his satchel at them, yelling "stop, stop" They threw her to the ground and made after him. God knows how he got away, but he did.
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He ran straight home to check his family. He ran into his sister's room, and then into his parent's room. He started yelling to his father the happenings of that night. His father instantly asked what books he had been reading, or what storied he'd been told, but he refused to be patronized. But all went silent when one of the windows broke. The vampires who he'd met before broke in and the father, being the defensive proud father threw all he had at them. But they threw him away and went for the little girl. They had possession of her and were about to run, when the father shot the one with her, and she dropped to the ground and the father dived in-between her and the vampires. He told them to run. After hesitation, they did. On the way, his sister said to him. "What was wrong with the cleaners?" Blake stopped and looked at her. "What are you talking about?" He asked her. "They were the cleaners. They came and said that dad ordered a cleaner and they came in but left straight away. Then you came home." "Why didn't you get dad?" "I did, but they left before dad got to the front door" Blake didn't have time to discuss things with his sister, all he worried about was getting his sister to a safe retreat.
- 3 - His first reaction was to run to his grandmothers. He always ran to her when he needed help that his parents couldn't provide. He got there to find the door wide open. They went in and found his grandmother sleeping on her chair. He ran up to her yelling "wake up". She wouldn't wake up. He pulled her blanket off her to reveal a sight he had never seen. She had been disembowelled and found his fathers head in the place. "Get back" he yelled to his sister. Overwhelmed with fear, anger, confusion, he had no idea what to think, what to do, he couldn't breathe, talk, react. He was just a boy. All of a sudden the vampires broke through the door of her bedroom and picked up his sister by the head. Something he had never felt before came rushing through him like a fire. The feeling of reprisal in which felt so clear to him. He screamed to them, and ran behind his grandmother's chair. The vampires followed until he arose from behind it with a shotgun. His grandmother always kept it at hand for intruders, obviously useless. The first vampire flew at him he ducked and he hit the wall and Blake beat him in the head, and putting the barrel in his mouth, completely blowing his head to pieces. Looking up to the other vampire, tears streaming down his face, he ran at the vampire. The vampire dropped his sister and kicked Blake in the head. He flew against the wall almost knocking him unconscious. The vampire hit him multiple times until he stopped. Looked him in the eye and backed off. His sister was crouched in the corner. She would have to almost scrape past them to run away. He walked over to her, and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed and cried as he slapped her in the side of the face. Blake tried to get up, but fell down. He tried again, and managing to rise to his feet, was hit straight down again by the vampire. "You think you can stop us? Are you so self-riotous that you can't see the reality? You dead, she's dead. You're all fucking dead". He bit her neck softly at first just breaking the skin and letting the blood drip slowly to the ground. He smiled at Blake. Tormenting him and taking so much pleasure in doing it. Blake kept trying to get up, but couldn't. The vampire was unharmed, and Blake was wrecked. He continued to tease the girl. She had no strength left from her kicking and screaming and the fact that she was loosing blood. The vampire gave Blake one last look of pleasure and proceeded on having his last drink from the girl. Blake got up, and literally fell on the vampire causing him to drop his sister, he fell straight to the ground next to the vampire, and to his convenience, he fell straight on the gun. Rising it to the vampire he pulled the trigger, but the vampire grabbed his sister and shielded himself with her. Blake blew his sister and the vampire against the wall; the vampire was hit, but only slightly. His sister's upper body and face was completely dismembered. That was the last straw. You could hear the snap from Blake. You could see the alteration in his entire being. He shot the vampire in the guts; he didn't want to kill him straight away. The vampire got up to have Blake turn the gun around and used it like a baseball bat on his head. The vampire fell to the ground. "Self-riotous? Fuck you! You dead! You nothing!" He repeated beating the vampire to a bloody pulp. Blake didn't stop. He couldn't. He had to let it out.
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There was basically nothing left of the vampire once he had finished with him, he completely dismembered his neck, the head just rolled off itself, and at that, the vampire dusted. Blake couldn't understand what just happened. How could something like that be physically possible? He went back to where the other vampire was, and he was partially dusted. His head was blown off, so that area was dust, but the rest of his body still had some form. He looked at his sister's body for a while. His mind was gone. His heart was hollow. His future was clear. He, for some reason, knew what just happened, and knew what they were. Call it the intuitive nature of the human being. His life as he knew it, was gone. So was Blake, the Blake that everyone loved. The Blake that everyone called up to go to the lake, the Blake that His mother tucked in at night. He was no longer a human being, was from that point, a human living. He was aware of reality, and was set on fixing it. His mother always taught him that he could do anything he wanted. He could achieve anything that he dreamed he could achieve. The difference between dreams and reality is the short time in between. Blake dreamed the demise of evil. He dreamed to send all that's unholy into hell. It was now his life, his passion, it was who he was. His passion for this spread throughout his entire being, from head, to toe, to heart. Nothing could stand in his way.
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The next two years saw a great inversion in the war of good and evil in this side of Australia. His hate and anger for the kind whom he loathes grew stronger with every day. Some even believed that the powers that be saw fit to enrol a male to the status of slayer. But these were only rumours. But never the less, he was the side of good that evil feared. On his 18th birthday, he thought fit to celebrate it with a visit to the local bar. He payed this bar many visits before, but this time, it's legal. He saw someone at the bar. A girl, she looked far too young to be in a bar. He walked up to her and sat next to her. "15? 16? You can't be 18!". She looked him dead in the eyes. An odd feeling rushed through him. "14 actually" She stood up and walked towards the door. He couldn't take his eyes off her, so beautiful, sweet and innocent. He followed her. A man approached her when they both left the bar. He grabbed her, but Blake didn't do anything, she grabbed the guy's arm and threw him onto the road, it would have been at least five meters to the road. The guy got up to have a truck drive clear over him. Blake just watched her; she knew he was following her, so she toyed with him a bit. She knew exactly who he was. She ran into an alleyway to have him follow her, but he found an empty alley. He turned to find her standing behind at the entrance. There was something about her that bewildered him. He felt something strong towards her. Something he couldn't explain, nor justify. She searched him long and hard while he tried to do the same, he approached her to have her hold her hand up. He stopped instantly. "Have you ever wondered what it's like?" She asked. "You've lost me" She looked at him a bit lightly now. "What it's like on the other side." "There is only one side. Everything else is nothing" "You poor boy. So lost, so weak, you can never begin to comprehend the life you lead. You can never begin to imagine the life your passing up" "Nah, you can't be?!" He realised now, she was one of them. He couldn't see before cause she had strange power over him. She could see inside him. He stood there. Normally this situation would be completely one sided and swift, but he stood there. What was he thinking? Was this for real? Was this creature of beauty really one of them? What was he thinking? She approached him, but he resisted. He backed away. She approached him again. He hit her sending her against the brick wall. This was the first time in his life that he fought with remorse. His nature got the better of him at last. "I don't want to fight you" She said. He couldn't conceive what was happening. She approached him again. He didn't move. For some reason, he didn't resist her, he didn't want to. She grabbed his arms and pinned them against the wall. The next thing he knew, everything was fading. He couldn't feel his hands, he couldn't feel his legs, and the world was spinning and falling further and further out of reach. He fell into a deep unconsciousness. The next turn of events would see a great change in the mythology of life as the world knew it.
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Everything was dark, and silent. He felt a rush of pain spread throughout his entire being. He felt power spread from head to foot, but where was he. He struggled and kicked but his legs were pinned. He tasted dirt. He slowly managed to move his arms and find his way out. He broke free to find a fresh patch of dirt with a tombstone looking down upon it. Blake Antrearle 16/10/1940 - 16/10/1958 Beloved Brother and son. Thoughts, feelings, power all rushed through him like fire. He had become everything he ever lived against. "Lovely, isn't it?" "What have you done to me?" "I've given you life, you'll see"
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The thing is that Blake was too far immersed in what he believed in that nothing could ever tun him around. The Vampire takes your body and soul, but your mind is still intact. You just don't think the same. You have no remorse, no conscience, and no respect for life. Or that's the way it's always been. It's the way it's always been with vampires and humans. Humans are feeble, easily manipulated by vampires. Why do you think they chose Humans for their soul victims? They're easy. But Blake was different. His passion infected his body and mind too deeply for the demon to distinguish. He may have the body of a vampire, but his passion remained. His mind was far too strong to be overruled. The world is now witness to the ultimate paradox. The greatest thing since the slayer. The world will never be the same again. Then again, neither will Blake.
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His life from then would never be the same. He lost track of his sire after he ran that night he rose. The world saw a greater demise in evil, a such demise that the world could never have predicted. Now even more feared, he came across a warlock called Areathea'us. He was intrigued with Blake. He couldn't believe the idea of a vampire with an agenda such as his. He informed Blake of a certain place, a place so close to hell. A place so close that it's separated by an unstable barrier protected by a slayer. The hellmouth. He had to explore this region of the world. The idea of a demon playground fuelled him. He took the next boat to Sunnydale California. Upon his arrival, he instantly came across a vampire. He killed him, then another approached him, Blake was in heaven. He took him out, when a group of close to ten came at him. "Who the hell do you think you are?" "Blake!" "What makes you believe you can challenge us?" "Oh, I didn't challenge you, I believe I was the one who was challenged, now are we gonna talk?" "What the hell are you on? Ya think you're the slayer or something boy?" "The slayer? Nah, I'm death itself, care to prove me right?" They all rushed at him and he took four without them even realising it. They stood back and looked at each other, and went at him again. He took four more. There were two left. One behind, one in front. The one behind came at him, Blake spun around punching his head clear off. At that, he changed into his demon form and looked at the final guy. "What are you doing? Your one of us!" "I'm nothing like you" and Blake ran at the guy kicking his head off. "So, this is Sunnydale! Let's pay hell a little visit"
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Blake walked around a bit feeling hungry; he looked around a bit along the back alleyways. He may possess the passion he used to, but he is still a vampire. He eats like a vampire. He did loose some remorse, god, he'd have to, to survive. He found a bar around the back of some old building and went in. "You don't have blood do ya?" He asked the barman "What, do you think I'm nuts? Of course I do, that's 90% of the business around here. With the slayer around, the vamps are scared of even trying to have a decent meal" "I want all ya got" "I can't do that, what about everyone else?" "Don't try me, give me the damn blood" "Fine, as long as you pay for it" "Whatever" He sat there for a while watching the demons come and go as they wish, this disgusted him so much it killed him inside. To think that there was a slayer in town and this was going on. His hometown was the safest in the world, for humans that was, there were no demons of any kind there. He got up with his store of blood and left. He thought he'd give the slayer a visit.
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His travels were brief once more as a strange demon stopped him. Blake looked him in the eye and kept on going, then all of a sudden someone else came into the picture. He looked human from where he stood, he presumed so cause of the fact that he was fighting the demon. The demon was far too much for the human. He threw him across the road and Blake approached. The human watched in awe as Blake took the demon and killed him in an instant. Blake turned to see the human, but straight away, he found no human. "William!"
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You see Spike travelled a lot when Dru left him. He went to Brazil to try and patch things with her, but she refused to consort with him. So he left and went east to South Africa, and continued east to Australia where he came across Blake. Spike knew rumours of him, so he had to see for real. He did indeed see for real, and he came extremely close to seeing his last sights of this world. He still can't believe he managed to escape Blake, but he just forgot about him.
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Spike looked in fear as Blake looked at him and approached. There was a great distance between them, but spike had nowhere to go. Suddenly a girl with a terribly large sword came upon Blake and tried to stop him, but he pushed her away. She ran back for another try. "I don't think you should try me today, I've had a very bad day!" The girl told Blake. "Buffy run away" Spike yelled from afar. But she refused, she swung the sword many times at Blake, but she couldn't hit him. Blake grabbed the sword by the blade and proceeded towards Spike. Buffy tried again to stop Blake and this time she gave it her all. He was too fast and he turned the sword around hit her head with the handle sending her flying through the air. He quickly realised, and he turned around to observe the girl. "The slayer?" he said to Spike. "You of all people". But that was it. He continued towards Spike, but someone else tried to stop him. He got to spike to have a girl, smaller than the last one to start pounding on his back yelling not to kill him. "Dawn NO!!!! Run away!" Spike screamed to her. Blake knew she was just a girl and hit her softly sending her along the ground. Blake posed and started to begin the motions, but the girl, Dawn, came back to try and stop Blake as impossible as it may seem. Being extremely annoyed with these people, he knocked her away and she was halted by a large pole and he spun around and swung the sword at her and caught a glimpse of her and stopped the sword at her neck. He paused, and with wide eyes, he stared into hers. Nothing in his lifetime could have ever prepared him for this moment. "Allyah?" "Umm, no, I'm Dawn" She said cautiously to the guy who just took out the slayer and now has a large sword at her neck. "It's you, what is this? What's going on, you're with a slayer, your with William?" He paused for a moment and looked hard into her eyes. He could feel her without even touching her, he could feel her heat from fear, he could feel her heart pounding and stepped back and dropped the sword and backed away slowly. "Your.human" "Umm, yeah" he looked at her with confusion, fear, he had no idea what to think. He knew her anywhere.
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The strange thing that little people recognize is, how did the monks performed the formation ritual that hid the key, from scratch. How could they give such perfect form in such little time? It's not an easy thing to do by anyone of any experience. So you see, the monks cheated. They already had the form; they only inhibited it with the energy of the key transforming the key's energy into humanity. Now the form you ask? The little pre-prepared package? Simple. It was just another being. But the strange thing, with this ritual, they only need a physical form to use, not necessarily a human form. Blake's sire, known as Allyah, wasn't in the good books with the Monks, she heard about the monks and thought she'd try and have some fun with them, but she was foolish, they were powerful and she was fast their victim. They took her hostage, and decided, two birds, one stone; they can rid the world of her completely and use her form. This spell in mention doesn't distinguish vampire from human, it merely inhibits the body with humanity, and all that's left is perfect humanity. Conveniently enough in a perfect vessel.
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He looked around at the three. No idea what to think, no idea what to do or say. "What the hell is this place?" Blake asked. He didn't understand what was going on. How could she be human? Buffy approached Blake not knowing what to expect. She walked up to him and confronted him. He didn't do a thing; he couldn't take his eyes off Dawn. Buffy asked him. "Who are you?" "Blake" he returned. And he looked at Buffy. He stared at her and took a step back. Buffy was not expecting that. It was then when Dawn looked back into Blake's eyes. She could see what he was feeling, and she approached him. Buffy had left him and attended to Spike. She turned to see Dawn right in front of Blake. "Dawn get back" Buffy yelled. But she wasn't moving. She looked into his eyes, and seeing he was now harmless towards them, she touched his face. A tear dropped down his face and he turned and ran. Dawn watched as he fled and Buffy quickly went up to Dawn. "What did you do?" Buffy asked Dawn. "Nothing. He called me Allyah. Who's Allyah?" "I don't know" Buffy told Dawn. "Who was that" Dawn continued. "Blake" Buffy answered. "Who's Blake?" "I don't know". They both looked at Spike. "What?" Spike asked. So he told them all he knew about Blake on their way back to the magic shop. He told them what Blake was, and is close to becoming the most powerful vampire this world has ever seen, and Spike had to have a taste of the power that the underworld feared. But things didn't turn out the way he'd hoped.
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Blake was more confused than he had ever been. Everything in his life was normally so clear, but for the first time in his life, he doesn't know what's happening. He can't comprehend what he has just seen. The girl who gave him a new lease on life, who gave him the gift of reality and who had given the world the greatest gift it has ever received was right there in front of him after forty four years. All this time he thought she'd run away from him, or worse, killed. But the thought in the back of his mind, he thought that she realized what she had created and feared him, and fled. But regardless of what she was, she was the closest thing in his life to family. Everyone he'd ever known was dead, then she sired him and became closer to him than anyone could ever be, and now she, after all this time has appeared out of nowhere. But how could she be human? This is a question he couldn't' answer himself. He had to see her. He had to find her.
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He didn't search the town long, he was walking down an alleyway when he came across Spike but he wouldn't let him know he was there. He watched Spike go inside and once he was out of sight, he crept to the front of the shop where he could get a good view of the insides. He looked up to read 'Magic Shop'. Who are these people he wondered. He didn't want to wait any longer so he entered the shop. "This store is closed" Came a voice from a place out of sight. It was an English voice. Buffy looked up to find Blake standing at the threshold. "Blake right?" Buffy asked. He didn't say anything. He just looked around prudently expecting to find 'her'. Giles came out to find him standing at the door. "Can I help you?" Blake didn't respond. "You do speak English?" Giles asked. "Giles it's alright" Buffy said. "Who's this" Xander asked Buffy discreetly. "Yes, Blake, I think we all want to know the same thing." He approached cautiously still expecting to find Dawn. "She's not here" Buffy said. "Who's not? Tara?" Xander asked. "Dawn" Buffy said with her eyes still on Blake's. "Is she expected?" Blake asked. "Soon" Buffy told him. "So, I think you owe us an explanation." "How on earth do I owe you anything?" Blake queried. "Well you almost killed spike, you really hurt me, and you came extremely close to killing Dawn. I think the least you owe us is an explanation." "What? This is the guy who you're talking about?" Willow said "I expected someone a bit, well, bigger. He's a kid. Your what. 17, 18?" "He's a vampire willow" Buffy told Willow. "oh..OH!" Willow said aloud. "So why did he almost kill you three and not properly kill, cause he is, like a vampire." Xander asked. "I don't' know, How bout you fill that in now Blake?" "I'm not what you think" Blake said. "But you are a vampire?" Buffy asked. "Yeah, but not all over. I was made, but not completely. The demon couldn't take over my mind and will. The demon was too weak." "So you have your soul?" Giles asked him. "Old man, so ignorant. And old-fashioned must I say. The term soul describes our humanity. Vampires are strong, the vampire mind itself is weak. But then again, more so are humans, that's why your prime victims for them. It couldn't take much of mine, but I did loose some. I'm a vampire, what do you expect." "So you do good?" Willow asked. "yeah" Spike said. They all focused on Spike. "Like a big scale Angel aren't ya!?" "What about you? Of all people, you're with people" Blake asked spike. "Yeah well things have changed" Spike returned. "I see" Blake said. "Where is she" Blake asked Buffy. "She's out for a little" She told him. "Any time soon?" "She's due back now" Buffy said as she got up and took Giles into the office to talk things over with him about the current situation. Blake stood there all sombre avoiding conversation. Dawn and Tara returned while Buffy and Giles were in the office. Blake turned to see her. And Dawn immediately stopped and looked at him. "Who's Allyah?" Dawn asked Blake. While she started towards him and Blake started towards her as well. When they got to each other, he looked hard into her eyes but saw nothing but Allyah. He couldn't understand it. "Why do you think I'm Allyah?" Dawn asked him. "Cause you are" he hesitated. "Are you fourteen?" Blake asked her "I'm fifteen" Dawn answered. Blake leaned close towards her and brushed her hair away from her neck. This revealed two scars. Puncturous like scars. "What are they?" Blake asked her. "Oh Buffy did that when I was ten. I thought vampires were cool so Buffy poked me with kitchen prongs to show me...what it...was like...Buffy??" Blake stood supported by his back foot ready to back up, looked at her much more strongly now, the proof was building. "Was Allyah a vampire?" Dawn asked Blake. "Yes" He returned. Dawn ran straight to the mirror to observe the marks. "What the hells' going on?" Dawn yelled to everyone. No one really thought twice about those marks, they all forgot about the built past fact and didn't care. Buffy glanced at Giles with wide eyes. At that, Giles made for his office and delved into his stash of information accumulated from when Glory was threatening them. "Buffy, can you come in here?" He called from his office. "What?" Buffy asked. " I think Blake may be right." Giles told her. "How?" "Well as far as I have gathered, the Monks that performed the ritual didn't have a whole lot of time. There is reference here to a ritual that borrows a being's body. The Monks could have used this process to drastically reduce the overall time to hide the key." "So.who's Allyah then?" Buffy asked. "I don't know Buffy. I guess we'll have to ask Blake."
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Buffy and Giles returned to the group after no more than ten minutes and Giles asked to have Blake accompany him into the back room. He closed the door. "How well do you know this girl" "Allyah?" Giles nodded. My business, but I assure you, I know that's her." "Are you aware of what Dawn is?" "Umm, don't tell me, Vampire?" "What?! God no, what are you thinking," Giles said aloud "I didn't think I sensed it" Blake explained. "There was a god, of whom we had troubles with several months ago, who was in a bad way to say the least. Her primary goal was to unleash hell on earth. To do this, she needed this special source of energy. The key." "I've heard of that. All mystical, Myth" "No, far from it, it's closer than you think. There were a group of monks who were soul protectors of the key. When they felt the key was threatened, the transformed the key and sent it to Buffy" "So where is it, on the key hook or something?" "They transformed the key, gave it human form, and sent it to Buffy in the form of a sister." "So what you saying, is that can't be Allyah?" "On the contrary, what I have managed to gather about the ritual that the monks performed, was that it was undertaken in great haste. To give form is a long and complex process that I doubt that they could have done in the time that they had. I think they cheated." "Cheated? They looked at the answers or what?" "No, they may have in fact borrowed a form." "Borrowed? How can they borrow, that is Allyah isn't it!" "It's a possibility that they may have used your Allyah" "How? she wasn't human" "What I presume is that because she's a human infected with the demon, they could still us her for her body. The vampire in her was just, simply killed" "So That's the human Allyah?" "No, I'm afraid not, but don't jump to conclusions, What I'm saying is only a guess. It's not certain. But what I do know is that if that was Allyah, it would only be her body, the Monks would have built her humanity and soul, then they could mould her mind and psychological past." "oh, but why was this said in here? why is this so secretive?" "I don't want the others to find out this any time soon" "Whatever" They walked out of the room into the shop with Blake behind. All watched as they came out and sat down at the round table. Blake got straight up and left. He couldn't bear to be in the same room as her with the knowledge he had. To know that she has the body of the closest person in his life, but to know that it wasn't, and never will be her. But what was he so worried about. He never really knew her. He never really got to know who she was, or even spent much time with her. But there was an enormous connection that is deeper than consciousness. He needed a bit of action to relieve some stress and to get a bit off his mind. So he hunted.
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Giles addressed the others and proceeded. "I know all you have tried to find more on Dawn's past, and I think I have the missing link. I think, I think I know more about your past." He said looking at Dawn. "How long have you known this" Buffy asked "Not long" He returned. So he proceeded on telling them what he knew about the ritual and how it may involve this, Allyah. It was all information that made sense to them. "And Blake knew Allyah?" Dawn asked Giles. "I believe he did" "But Blake said something about her being a vampire" "Yes, she was, and that has no affect on you, or who you are, it's just the human body of Allyah that affects you." "Alright" Dawn accepted. Blake returned some time later. He couldn't stay away any longer. As soon as he walked in the door, they all stared at him with inquisitive eyes. Dawn jumped and ran to him. "You knew Allyah" Blake instantly turned and eyed Giles. "I had to tell them, They deserve to know." He slowly looked away from him, Giles felt very uneasy about that look. "You know?" Blake asked Dawn "Everything" She returned. "Can you come with me?" He asked her "Where?" Buffy called to him "For a walk" He said to her in a light voice as to say, what else? "ok" Dawn answered. "Dawn I don't want you to leave without one of us" Buffy told her. "No, it's alright, I have to know what he knows, I'll be fine" They both left the store. They started to walk some distance until Dawn started. "How did you know this girl?" "She was close" "How close?" "Close" "Please tell me, I have to know this. What was your relationship with her? Friend? Sister? Girlfriend?" Blake gave a laugh. Not a loud laugh, just a low quiet chuckle that sent chills down Dawns spine. He looked her straight in the eye and gave her a look that she could not comprehend. "Sire!" "What? You sired her?" He continued to look at her, but his looked began to ease up, lighten, until Dawn finished. "She sired you, Allyah made you" He kept looking at her with searching looks. "Man, so this is pretty weird for you ay?" Dawn asked him "You could say that" Blake returned "But you're a vampire right? Why are you so nice?" "What, nice?" Blake said confused "You know what I mean, why aren't you like the others, you do have a soul right, I know a bit about that sort of thing" "What thing?" "Oh, vampire's with souls. Buffy dated one, You haven't heard of Angel?" "Angel...Angel.." he gave another chuckle. "The foot soldier of the powers. I've heard of him, yes. Didn't know he knew the slayer. Well I'll be." "Yeah, well he began his good life here, in Sunnydale. But were loosing track here! About me, or Allyah. Do you have a soul?" "Like I told the old man" "What old man? You mean Giles?" "Yeah, the term soul is just a broad term to describe humanity. No demon could take all mine. They're too weak minded. But he did take some, but not all." "But your still a vampire right?" "I am" "So, what about weaknesses, same as normal?" "Not really, I die the same as a vampire, but I don't live the same. The sun is like a ray of fire, to normal vampires; normal being a human completely infected by the demon, not me. I can stand the sun, but not longer that five or so minutes on a hot day." "Are you serious, I so have to rub that in Spikes face, haha" He looked hard into her eyes. "You have her eyes" "I do? Well if I have her body, I think I'd have her eyes." "No Monk can re-create eyes like that." Blake complimented. Dawn smiled at him. "I can still sense her in you. I don't know why, weather it's the fact that I can't let go, or something. But I still sense her. I don't think the monks succeeded." "In what" "Rebuilding your humanity. You see, they had the form of Allyah, and they filled her wi." Blake tried to say. "It's alright, Giles has already filled me in of the entire thing" Dawn interrupted. "But they cheated further more. The monks were foolish, they stuffed up" "How did they stuff me up?" "The key, it's a powerful thing. Its power is absolute, and being just monks, they couldn't do it themselves, so they harnessed it's power and used to rid your body of the demon." Don't you mean her body?" "No, I don't. They didn't have time to manifest humanity, so once they filtered the demon from you they must have just wiped clean your mind and consciousness, and sent you to the slayer." "So I am Allyah" "I'm only going by my heart here, But I do know her more than anyone could possibly know. Her look, her scent, her voice, her eyes, her hair" He said as he stroked her hair, which Dawn seemed to find comforting. "I know her inside out, I know...everything about you." He paused as he said that, looking at her body over and over. "What?" Dawn said hesitantly. At that he quickly pulled out a knife and swung it violently at her cutting her arm. "Arg, owww," With his other hand he quickly wiped the run off blood with his finger. "Wait,. no oww,. was that meant to hurt?" Dawn asked. He stood there looking at the blood on his finger. "I know everything" He said and licked the blood off his finger. Dawn normally would be disgusted at a sight like this, but in fact, inside, she looked upon him with sanction. She wanted to know what he was about to find. He looked at her with wide eyes. She could see, what more she could feel his emotion pouring from his eyes into her. "What?" He didn't say a thing. "I'm not her am I?" He couldn't say anything, overwhelmed, he managed to let out a quiet voice. "You are"
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Dawn let out a little surprised cry. "But...Nah...Buffy said my blood was like her's" "What, why would she say that?" Blake asked. "I don't know, but are you sure I'm her?" "How can I be wrong, the last thing I ever tasted as a human was her blood. I don't forget" "Well You better take that up with Buffy. All I care about is that I'm finally finding out about who I am. I knew I was more than a product of little robe boys." He couldn't take his eyes off hers. He always knew he'd find her again, but never under these circumstances. They walked back to the shop slowly. Blake wanted as much alone time with her as possible. They returned to have Buffy jump up and yell. "What the hell happened to you?" "We just went for a walk" "Your arm!" "oh" She looked at Blake and said "I walked into a pole, I was too busy listing to Blake I wasn't looking where I was going" Buffy looked askance at Blake. She didn't like him. Blake walked towards the back room. "Old man" "Giles!" Giles corrected. "Come with me" They went alone into the back room. "I am not old, I'm older than you, but I am far from." "It's her" Blake interrupted. "What? How can you be sure?" "It's her, I just know. The monks screwed up, they didn't have time to complete the ritual, and they sent Allyah to Buffy with a new consciousness." "Are you sh..." "It's her!" Blake yelled. Giles looked at him strangely. "How old is she?" "I don't know, but she was a fourteen year old vampire." "But how long has she been a vampire?" "I don't know?" he yelled again. And at that he punched the punching bag putting his fist clean through it and breaking it in two sending sand everywhere. "I'll pay for that." Blake told Giles. The whole gang came rushing in to see what happened. "You better pay for that," Xander said. Blake just looked at him. "If looks could kill!" Xander said. "Come on, I'll help you clean it up" Dawn said to Blake. While they put all the sand into a bin, Giles took Buffy into his office to break the news. "You serious? My little sister's an ex-vampire?" "I'm afraid so" "God, I got a friend who's dating an ex-demon, two dating witches, A friend vampire who can't hurt humans, and now an ex-vampire little sister. I don't think I should be getting a puppy anytime soon, or it'll be doomed to be a freak in no time. But how can he know, it's not like he did any tests on..her arm." Buffy paused "You don't think?" Giles asked. "I'm gonna kill him" Buffy walked quickly into the back room and walked straight up to Blake. "How dare you do that to my little sister" And at that, she punched him straight in the head, and repeated to do so, with no affect on him of course, but he didn't resist. He had Dawn right next to him yelling at Buffy asking her to stop. Then Blake grabbed both her arms and restrained her. "Blake?" Dawn said. He let her go and stood back slightly. "Buffy, it's alright, it's not like I'm not used to being cut in the arms." She said sarcastically. "Dawn, can I talk to your sister?" Blake asked Dawn "Yah" Dawn walked out to keep the others company. "It was the best way to prove it" "Besides, how can you say it's your little girlfriends blood?" Blake grabbed her by the throat, but he didn't hurt her in the slightest, but Buffy was helpless. "Her name is Allyah" Buffy managed to choke out some words. "Don't you mean, was, Allyah?" He dropped her and walked away to the other side of the room. "Anyway, how can it be her blood, the monks used me to make her" "Oh don't be so vain. The only thing they thought of you about, was that you were going to look after her. How the hell can the transpose your blood from here to there?" "But." "But what?" She paused for a while. And proceeded to tell him about the tower and Glory.
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"So, what does everyone think of the new vamp, personally, I don't like him" Xander stated. "I do, I think he's cool" Dawn said. "Well of course you do Dawny, how many boys have fixated around you?" Tara told her. Dawn just looked defeated and continued reading her book. "So what is that anyway Dawnster?" Xander asked her, "Shakespeare" "I never really got him that much" Xander said. "That's cause for you to understand a book it would have to have pictures and speech bubbles on every page." Spike insulted. "Hey! Comics can be very challenging!" Xander argued. "haha, no doubt little boy" Spike said. Xander just gave up and went back to Dawn. "So what's with this guy anyway?" "Oh, well, I know who I am!" "Really? You do, cause I'm drawing a blank" Willow laughed. "It just so happens, I'm a descendant from a fourteen yeah old vampire!" "What?" They all said at the same time. "The monks used her as a body for me, they just did the transforming stuff to make me human and stuff, but they didn't complete the spell, so I'm like this girl all over, with a new set of thoughts, cool huh?" Dawn finished. The others just sat there silent just looking in shock at what Dawn just told them. Xander as usual was the first to break the silence. "So, how does the vampire fit into this?" "His names Blake, and I, well, the girl I used to be, Allyah, sired him!" They all just looked at her motionless. The didn't know what to say, A bit much information for them. But as strange as it may seem, the person whom it concerns the most is the least affected, in fact, she thinks it's 'cool'.
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"Slayer, you don't understand do you." Blake told her "What's there to understand?" Buffy asked him. "Open your eyes. The portal needed her blood to open, it needed the Key's power to open, but you acted as an adequate substitute to close it. Come on, if you did have the same blood, wouldn't it have opened if you were to jump into it? Wouldn't you be giving it what it needed? Because you have the wrong blood, it closed." Buffy looked up towards him. "If I let Dawn jump, it would have opened." Buffy said quietly. "You fought Glory many times didn't you?" "Yeah, why?" "I'm sure she would have got your blood on her sooner or later, she was a god, she would have broken your skin more often than not, she would have had a sniff or taste of your blood at least once. She would have known. And she would have used you rather than searching for the key." "I don't believe you, I feel something, I know what I feel, and there's connection between us that's deeper than skin." Buffy said "The monks inserted her into the biggest moments of your life, didn't they, she was apparently there all your life. As your sister. Of course you're going to have a connection with her. Its called family." Buffy looked at him. As much as she tried to deny it, she was beginning to understand him, and accept what he was saying; it made too much sense to deny. "She really isn't my sister." "She is" Blake said. "There's just a little more to her than, I guess, we'll ever know"
Epilogue
Right, now I have finished it, after 12 hours of continuous writing, I ended up writing something a little closer to an episode than I first intended. I initially wanted to write a short plan. This doesn't look like a short plan, but it's by no means detailed enough, by my standards to be a decent serried based on the plot I have come up with. I people like it, I will continue writing it in a series.
-----Chimera-----
Paradine Rogue
This is simply an idea I had before I went to sleep last night. That's the best time for ideas. But I doubt I can reconstruct it as well as I had it in my mind last night, but I'll try. It's basically a new plot for Buffy. As everyone is aware, Joss Wheedon is a ledged at making his episodes, or seasons for that fact fit together so well and seamlessly. I tried to give this story line the same effect he has. Hope you like it, if you do, I'll start constructing the actual episodes one at a time.
- 1 -
The mid 1950's saw a great demise to one certain boy. A boy called Blake. A demise to his life as he knew it. His life was always so normal, and standard. Two loving parents, and a little sister, of whom he loved more than anything, and the normal life of a kid where he'd go to school, and returned home to a cup of juice from a loving mother. It was all really Brady bunch in this household. He was a normal 16 year old who never liked to put a foot out of line with his parents, or his friends for that matter. He liked to be liked, and he was liked, for his docile outlook of life. He was a gentle boy, with no thought of harm. To add to his normality, he was another person oblivious to the real world. Totally unaware of what is so close to him and his family. But without this ignorance, they couldn't be the family that they were. But as usual, these things can't be left unscathed. It's the way of the world. To the boy, vampires were creatures of evil that only existed in movies and the minds of the morbid. He couldn't handle the truth. He came across a few of these creatures in an odd circumstance. They were feeding, in an alleyway when he came across them. For someone with a heart of gold to whiteness a sight such as this, is heart wrenching. To see carnage like this is mind altering. That is for the ignorant. He froze, watched upon them while they drank, deeper they bit, with blood dripping from every which way. He was frozen with fear, he couldn't do a thing. But he managed to put himself off balance slightly putting him in a position allowing him to move, and then run. But something stopped him. A wail, a weak gentle moan coming from the victim, he knew that voice oh too well. It was his mother. He turned and ran towards them. He threw his satchel at them, yelling "stop, stop" They threw her to the ground and made after him. God knows how he got away, but he did.
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He ran straight home to check his family. He ran into his sister's room, and then into his parent's room. He started yelling to his father the happenings of that night. His father instantly asked what books he had been reading, or what storied he'd been told, but he refused to be patronized. But all went silent when one of the windows broke. The vampires who he'd met before broke in and the father, being the defensive proud father threw all he had at them. But they threw him away and went for the little girl. They had possession of her and were about to run, when the father shot the one with her, and she dropped to the ground and the father dived in-between her and the vampires. He told them to run. After hesitation, they did. On the way, his sister said to him. "What was wrong with the cleaners?" Blake stopped and looked at her. "What are you talking about?" He asked her. "They were the cleaners. They came and said that dad ordered a cleaner and they came in but left straight away. Then you came home." "Why didn't you get dad?" "I did, but they left before dad got to the front door" Blake didn't have time to discuss things with his sister, all he worried about was getting his sister to a safe retreat.
- 3 - His first reaction was to run to his grandmothers. He always ran to her when he needed help that his parents couldn't provide. He got there to find the door wide open. They went in and found his grandmother sleeping on her chair. He ran up to her yelling "wake up". She wouldn't wake up. He pulled her blanket off her to reveal a sight he had never seen. She had been disembowelled and found his fathers head in the place. "Get back" he yelled to his sister. Overwhelmed with fear, anger, confusion, he had no idea what to think, what to do, he couldn't breathe, talk, react. He was just a boy. All of a sudden the vampires broke through the door of her bedroom and picked up his sister by the head. Something he had never felt before came rushing through him like a fire. The feeling of reprisal in which felt so clear to him. He screamed to them, and ran behind his grandmother's chair. The vampires followed until he arose from behind it with a shotgun. His grandmother always kept it at hand for intruders, obviously useless. The first vampire flew at him he ducked and he hit the wall and Blake beat him in the head, and putting the barrel in his mouth, completely blowing his head to pieces. Looking up to the other vampire, tears streaming down his face, he ran at the vampire. The vampire dropped his sister and kicked Blake in the head. He flew against the wall almost knocking him unconscious. The vampire hit him multiple times until he stopped. Looked him in the eye and backed off. His sister was crouched in the corner. She would have to almost scrape past them to run away. He walked over to her, and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed and cried as he slapped her in the side of the face. Blake tried to get up, but fell down. He tried again, and managing to rise to his feet, was hit straight down again by the vampire. "You think you can stop us? Are you so self-riotous that you can't see the reality? You dead, she's dead. You're all fucking dead". He bit her neck softly at first just breaking the skin and letting the blood drip slowly to the ground. He smiled at Blake. Tormenting him and taking so much pleasure in doing it. Blake kept trying to get up, but couldn't. The vampire was unharmed, and Blake was wrecked. He continued to tease the girl. She had no strength left from her kicking and screaming and the fact that she was loosing blood. The vampire gave Blake one last look of pleasure and proceeded on having his last drink from the girl. Blake got up, and literally fell on the vampire causing him to drop his sister, he fell straight to the ground next to the vampire, and to his convenience, he fell straight on the gun. Rising it to the vampire he pulled the trigger, but the vampire grabbed his sister and shielded himself with her. Blake blew his sister and the vampire against the wall; the vampire was hit, but only slightly. His sister's upper body and face was completely dismembered. That was the last straw. You could hear the snap from Blake. You could see the alteration in his entire being. He shot the vampire in the guts; he didn't want to kill him straight away. The vampire got up to have Blake turn the gun around and used it like a baseball bat on his head. The vampire fell to the ground. "Self-riotous? Fuck you! You dead! You nothing!" He repeated beating the vampire to a bloody pulp. Blake didn't stop. He couldn't. He had to let it out.
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There was basically nothing left of the vampire once he had finished with him, he completely dismembered his neck, the head just rolled off itself, and at that, the vampire dusted. Blake couldn't understand what just happened. How could something like that be physically possible? He went back to where the other vampire was, and he was partially dusted. His head was blown off, so that area was dust, but the rest of his body still had some form. He looked at his sister's body for a while. His mind was gone. His heart was hollow. His future was clear. He, for some reason, knew what just happened, and knew what they were. Call it the intuitive nature of the human being. His life as he knew it, was gone. So was Blake, the Blake that everyone loved. The Blake that everyone called up to go to the lake, the Blake that His mother tucked in at night. He was no longer a human being, was from that point, a human living. He was aware of reality, and was set on fixing it. His mother always taught him that he could do anything he wanted. He could achieve anything that he dreamed he could achieve. The difference between dreams and reality is the short time in between. Blake dreamed the demise of evil. He dreamed to send all that's unholy into hell. It was now his life, his passion, it was who he was. His passion for this spread throughout his entire being, from head, to toe, to heart. Nothing could stand in his way.
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The next two years saw a great inversion in the war of good and evil in this side of Australia. His hate and anger for the kind whom he loathes grew stronger with every day. Some even believed that the powers that be saw fit to enrol a male to the status of slayer. But these were only rumours. But never the less, he was the side of good that evil feared. On his 18th birthday, he thought fit to celebrate it with a visit to the local bar. He payed this bar many visits before, but this time, it's legal. He saw someone at the bar. A girl, she looked far too young to be in a bar. He walked up to her and sat next to her. "15? 16? You can't be 18!". She looked him dead in the eyes. An odd feeling rushed through him. "14 actually" She stood up and walked towards the door. He couldn't take his eyes off her, so beautiful, sweet and innocent. He followed her. A man approached her when they both left the bar. He grabbed her, but Blake didn't do anything, she grabbed the guy's arm and threw him onto the road, it would have been at least five meters to the road. The guy got up to have a truck drive clear over him. Blake just watched her; she knew he was following her, so she toyed with him a bit. She knew exactly who he was. She ran into an alleyway to have him follow her, but he found an empty alley. He turned to find her standing behind at the entrance. There was something about her that bewildered him. He felt something strong towards her. Something he couldn't explain, nor justify. She searched him long and hard while he tried to do the same, he approached her to have her hold her hand up. He stopped instantly. "Have you ever wondered what it's like?" She asked. "You've lost me" She looked at him a bit lightly now. "What it's like on the other side." "There is only one side. Everything else is nothing" "You poor boy. So lost, so weak, you can never begin to comprehend the life you lead. You can never begin to imagine the life your passing up" "Nah, you can't be?!" He realised now, she was one of them. He couldn't see before cause she had strange power over him. She could see inside him. He stood there. Normally this situation would be completely one sided and swift, but he stood there. What was he thinking? Was this for real? Was this creature of beauty really one of them? What was he thinking? She approached him, but he resisted. He backed away. She approached him again. He hit her sending her against the brick wall. This was the first time in his life that he fought with remorse. His nature got the better of him at last. "I don't want to fight you" She said. He couldn't conceive what was happening. She approached him again. He didn't move. For some reason, he didn't resist her, he didn't want to. She grabbed his arms and pinned them against the wall. The next thing he knew, everything was fading. He couldn't feel his hands, he couldn't feel his legs, and the world was spinning and falling further and further out of reach. He fell into a deep unconsciousness. The next turn of events would see a great change in the mythology of life as the world knew it.
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Everything was dark, and silent. He felt a rush of pain spread throughout his entire being. He felt power spread from head to foot, but where was he. He struggled and kicked but his legs were pinned. He tasted dirt. He slowly managed to move his arms and find his way out. He broke free to find a fresh patch of dirt with a tombstone looking down upon it. Blake Antrearle 16/10/1940 - 16/10/1958 Beloved Brother and son. Thoughts, feelings, power all rushed through him like fire. He had become everything he ever lived against. "Lovely, isn't it?" "What have you done to me?" "I've given you life, you'll see"
- 7 -
The thing is that Blake was too far immersed in what he believed in that nothing could ever tun him around. The Vampire takes your body and soul, but your mind is still intact. You just don't think the same. You have no remorse, no conscience, and no respect for life. Or that's the way it's always been. It's the way it's always been with vampires and humans. Humans are feeble, easily manipulated by vampires. Why do you think they chose Humans for their soul victims? They're easy. But Blake was different. His passion infected his body and mind too deeply for the demon to distinguish. He may have the body of a vampire, but his passion remained. His mind was far too strong to be overruled. The world is now witness to the ultimate paradox. The greatest thing since the slayer. The world will never be the same again. Then again, neither will Blake.
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His life from then would never be the same. He lost track of his sire after he ran that night he rose. The world saw a greater demise in evil, a such demise that the world could never have predicted. Now even more feared, he came across a warlock called Areathea'us. He was intrigued with Blake. He couldn't believe the idea of a vampire with an agenda such as his. He informed Blake of a certain place, a place so close to hell. A place so close that it's separated by an unstable barrier protected by a slayer. The hellmouth. He had to explore this region of the world. The idea of a demon playground fuelled him. He took the next boat to Sunnydale California. Upon his arrival, he instantly came across a vampire. He killed him, then another approached him, Blake was in heaven. He took him out, when a group of close to ten came at him. "Who the hell do you think you are?" "Blake!" "What makes you believe you can challenge us?" "Oh, I didn't challenge you, I believe I was the one who was challenged, now are we gonna talk?" "What the hell are you on? Ya think you're the slayer or something boy?" "The slayer? Nah, I'm death itself, care to prove me right?" They all rushed at him and he took four without them even realising it. They stood back and looked at each other, and went at him again. He took four more. There were two left. One behind, one in front. The one behind came at him, Blake spun around punching his head clear off. At that, he changed into his demon form and looked at the final guy. "What are you doing? Your one of us!" "I'm nothing like you" and Blake ran at the guy kicking his head off. "So, this is Sunnydale! Let's pay hell a little visit"
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Blake walked around a bit feeling hungry; he looked around a bit along the back alleyways. He may possess the passion he used to, but he is still a vampire. He eats like a vampire. He did loose some remorse, god, he'd have to, to survive. He found a bar around the back of some old building and went in. "You don't have blood do ya?" He asked the barman "What, do you think I'm nuts? Of course I do, that's 90% of the business around here. With the slayer around, the vamps are scared of even trying to have a decent meal" "I want all ya got" "I can't do that, what about everyone else?" "Don't try me, give me the damn blood" "Fine, as long as you pay for it" "Whatever" He sat there for a while watching the demons come and go as they wish, this disgusted him so much it killed him inside. To think that there was a slayer in town and this was going on. His hometown was the safest in the world, for humans that was, there were no demons of any kind there. He got up with his store of blood and left. He thought he'd give the slayer a visit.
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His travels were brief once more as a strange demon stopped him. Blake looked him in the eye and kept on going, then all of a sudden someone else came into the picture. He looked human from where he stood, he presumed so cause of the fact that he was fighting the demon. The demon was far too much for the human. He threw him across the road and Blake approached. The human watched in awe as Blake took the demon and killed him in an instant. Blake turned to see the human, but straight away, he found no human. "William!"
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You see Spike travelled a lot when Dru left him. He went to Brazil to try and patch things with her, but she refused to consort with him. So he left and went east to South Africa, and continued east to Australia where he came across Blake. Spike knew rumours of him, so he had to see for real. He did indeed see for real, and he came extremely close to seeing his last sights of this world. He still can't believe he managed to escape Blake, but he just forgot about him.
- 12-
Spike looked in fear as Blake looked at him and approached. There was a great distance between them, but spike had nowhere to go. Suddenly a girl with a terribly large sword came upon Blake and tried to stop him, but he pushed her away. She ran back for another try. "I don't think you should try me today, I've had a very bad day!" The girl told Blake. "Buffy run away" Spike yelled from afar. But she refused, she swung the sword many times at Blake, but she couldn't hit him. Blake grabbed the sword by the blade and proceeded towards Spike. Buffy tried again to stop Blake and this time she gave it her all. He was too fast and he turned the sword around hit her head with the handle sending her flying through the air. He quickly realised, and he turned around to observe the girl. "The slayer?" he said to Spike. "You of all people". But that was it. He continued towards Spike, but someone else tried to stop him. He got to spike to have a girl, smaller than the last one to start pounding on his back yelling not to kill him. "Dawn NO!!!! Run away!" Spike screamed to her. Blake knew she was just a girl and hit her softly sending her along the ground. Blake posed and started to begin the motions, but the girl, Dawn, came back to try and stop Blake as impossible as it may seem. Being extremely annoyed with these people, he knocked her away and she was halted by a large pole and he spun around and swung the sword at her and caught a glimpse of her and stopped the sword at her neck. He paused, and with wide eyes, he stared into hers. Nothing in his lifetime could have ever prepared him for this moment. "Allyah?" "Umm, no, I'm Dawn" She said cautiously to the guy who just took out the slayer and now has a large sword at her neck. "It's you, what is this? What's going on, you're with a slayer, your with William?" He paused for a moment and looked hard into her eyes. He could feel her without even touching her, he could feel her heat from fear, he could feel her heart pounding and stepped back and dropped the sword and backed away slowly. "Your.human" "Umm, yeah" he looked at her with confusion, fear, he had no idea what to think. He knew her anywhere.
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The strange thing that little people recognize is, how did the monks performed the formation ritual that hid the key, from scratch. How could they give such perfect form in such little time? It's not an easy thing to do by anyone of any experience. So you see, the monks cheated. They already had the form; they only inhibited it with the energy of the key transforming the key's energy into humanity. Now the form you ask? The little pre-prepared package? Simple. It was just another being. But the strange thing, with this ritual, they only need a physical form to use, not necessarily a human form. Blake's sire, known as Allyah, wasn't in the good books with the Monks, she heard about the monks and thought she'd try and have some fun with them, but she was foolish, they were powerful and she was fast their victim. They took her hostage, and decided, two birds, one stone; they can rid the world of her completely and use her form. This spell in mention doesn't distinguish vampire from human, it merely inhibits the body with humanity, and all that's left is perfect humanity. Conveniently enough in a perfect vessel.
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He looked around at the three. No idea what to think, no idea what to do or say. "What the hell is this place?" Blake asked. He didn't understand what was going on. How could she be human? Buffy approached Blake not knowing what to expect. She walked up to him and confronted him. He didn't do a thing; he couldn't take his eyes off Dawn. Buffy asked him. "Who are you?" "Blake" he returned. And he looked at Buffy. He stared at her and took a step back. Buffy was not expecting that. It was then when Dawn looked back into Blake's eyes. She could see what he was feeling, and she approached him. Buffy had left him and attended to Spike. She turned to see Dawn right in front of Blake. "Dawn get back" Buffy yelled. But she wasn't moving. She looked into his eyes, and seeing he was now harmless towards them, she touched his face. A tear dropped down his face and he turned and ran. Dawn watched as he fled and Buffy quickly went up to Dawn. "What did you do?" Buffy asked Dawn. "Nothing. He called me Allyah. Who's Allyah?" "I don't know" Buffy told Dawn. "Who was that" Dawn continued. "Blake" Buffy answered. "Who's Blake?" "I don't know". They both looked at Spike. "What?" Spike asked. So he told them all he knew about Blake on their way back to the magic shop. He told them what Blake was, and is close to becoming the most powerful vampire this world has ever seen, and Spike had to have a taste of the power that the underworld feared. But things didn't turn out the way he'd hoped.
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Blake was more confused than he had ever been. Everything in his life was normally so clear, but for the first time in his life, he doesn't know what's happening. He can't comprehend what he has just seen. The girl who gave him a new lease on life, who gave him the gift of reality and who had given the world the greatest gift it has ever received was right there in front of him after forty four years. All this time he thought she'd run away from him, or worse, killed. But the thought in the back of his mind, he thought that she realized what she had created and feared him, and fled. But regardless of what she was, she was the closest thing in his life to family. Everyone he'd ever known was dead, then she sired him and became closer to him than anyone could ever be, and now she, after all this time has appeared out of nowhere. But how could she be human? This is a question he couldn't' answer himself. He had to see her. He had to find her.
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He didn't search the town long, he was walking down an alleyway when he came across Spike but he wouldn't let him know he was there. He watched Spike go inside and once he was out of sight, he crept to the front of the shop where he could get a good view of the insides. He looked up to read 'Magic Shop'. Who are these people he wondered. He didn't want to wait any longer so he entered the shop. "This store is closed" Came a voice from a place out of sight. It was an English voice. Buffy looked up to find Blake standing at the threshold. "Blake right?" Buffy asked. He didn't say anything. He just looked around prudently expecting to find 'her'. Giles came out to find him standing at the door. "Can I help you?" Blake didn't respond. "You do speak English?" Giles asked. "Giles it's alright" Buffy said. "Who's this" Xander asked Buffy discreetly. "Yes, Blake, I think we all want to know the same thing." He approached cautiously still expecting to find Dawn. "She's not here" Buffy said. "Who's not? Tara?" Xander asked. "Dawn" Buffy said with her eyes still on Blake's. "Is she expected?" Blake asked. "Soon" Buffy told him. "So, I think you owe us an explanation." "How on earth do I owe you anything?" Blake queried. "Well you almost killed spike, you really hurt me, and you came extremely close to killing Dawn. I think the least you owe us is an explanation." "What? This is the guy who you're talking about?" Willow said "I expected someone a bit, well, bigger. He's a kid. Your what. 17, 18?" "He's a vampire willow" Buffy told Willow. "oh..OH!" Willow said aloud. "So why did he almost kill you three and not properly kill, cause he is, like a vampire." Xander asked. "I don't' know, How bout you fill that in now Blake?" "I'm not what you think" Blake said. "But you are a vampire?" Buffy asked. "Yeah, but not all over. I was made, but not completely. The demon couldn't take over my mind and will. The demon was too weak." "So you have your soul?" Giles asked him. "Old man, so ignorant. And old-fashioned must I say. The term soul describes our humanity. Vampires are strong, the vampire mind itself is weak. But then again, more so are humans, that's why your prime victims for them. It couldn't take much of mine, but I did loose some. I'm a vampire, what do you expect." "So you do good?" Willow asked. "yeah" Spike said. They all focused on Spike. "Like a big scale Angel aren't ya!?" "What about you? Of all people, you're with people" Blake asked spike. "Yeah well things have changed" Spike returned. "I see" Blake said. "Where is she" Blake asked Buffy. "She's out for a little" She told him. "Any time soon?" "She's due back now" Buffy said as she got up and took Giles into the office to talk things over with him about the current situation. Blake stood there all sombre avoiding conversation. Dawn and Tara returned while Buffy and Giles were in the office. Blake turned to see her. And Dawn immediately stopped and looked at him. "Who's Allyah?" Dawn asked Blake. While she started towards him and Blake started towards her as well. When they got to each other, he looked hard into her eyes but saw nothing but Allyah. He couldn't understand it. "Why do you think I'm Allyah?" Dawn asked him. "Cause you are" he hesitated. "Are you fourteen?" Blake asked her "I'm fifteen" Dawn answered. Blake leaned close towards her and brushed her hair away from her neck. This revealed two scars. Puncturous like scars. "What are they?" Blake asked her. "Oh Buffy did that when I was ten. I thought vampires were cool so Buffy poked me with kitchen prongs to show me...what it...was like...Buffy??" Blake stood supported by his back foot ready to back up, looked at her much more strongly now, the proof was building. "Was Allyah a vampire?" Dawn asked Blake. "Yes" He returned. Dawn ran straight to the mirror to observe the marks. "What the hells' going on?" Dawn yelled to everyone. No one really thought twice about those marks, they all forgot about the built past fact and didn't care. Buffy glanced at Giles with wide eyes. At that, Giles made for his office and delved into his stash of information accumulated from when Glory was threatening them. "Buffy, can you come in here?" He called from his office. "What?" Buffy asked. " I think Blake may be right." Giles told her. "How?" "Well as far as I have gathered, the Monks that performed the ritual didn't have a whole lot of time. There is reference here to a ritual that borrows a being's body. The Monks could have used this process to drastically reduce the overall time to hide the key." "So.who's Allyah then?" Buffy asked. "I don't know Buffy. I guess we'll have to ask Blake."
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Buffy and Giles returned to the group after no more than ten minutes and Giles asked to have Blake accompany him into the back room. He closed the door. "How well do you know this girl" "Allyah?" Giles nodded. My business, but I assure you, I know that's her." "Are you aware of what Dawn is?" "Umm, don't tell me, Vampire?" "What?! God no, what are you thinking," Giles said aloud "I didn't think I sensed it" Blake explained. "There was a god, of whom we had troubles with several months ago, who was in a bad way to say the least. Her primary goal was to unleash hell on earth. To do this, she needed this special source of energy. The key." "I've heard of that. All mystical, Myth" "No, far from it, it's closer than you think. There were a group of monks who were soul protectors of the key. When they felt the key was threatened, the transformed the key and sent it to Buffy" "So where is it, on the key hook or something?" "They transformed the key, gave it human form, and sent it to Buffy in the form of a sister." "So what you saying, is that can't be Allyah?" "On the contrary, what I have managed to gather about the ritual that the monks performed, was that it was undertaken in great haste. To give form is a long and complex process that I doubt that they could have done in the time that they had. I think they cheated." "Cheated? They looked at the answers or what?" "No, they may have in fact borrowed a form." "Borrowed? How can they borrow, that is Allyah isn't it!" "It's a possibility that they may have used your Allyah" "How? she wasn't human" "What I presume is that because she's a human infected with the demon, they could still us her for her body. The vampire in her was just, simply killed" "So That's the human Allyah?" "No, I'm afraid not, but don't jump to conclusions, What I'm saying is only a guess. It's not certain. But what I do know is that if that was Allyah, it would only be her body, the Monks would have built her humanity and soul, then they could mould her mind and psychological past." "oh, but why was this said in here? why is this so secretive?" "I don't want the others to find out this any time soon" "Whatever" They walked out of the room into the shop with Blake behind. All watched as they came out and sat down at the round table. Blake got straight up and left. He couldn't bear to be in the same room as her with the knowledge he had. To know that she has the body of the closest person in his life, but to know that it wasn't, and never will be her. But what was he so worried about. He never really knew her. He never really got to know who she was, or even spent much time with her. But there was an enormous connection that is deeper than consciousness. He needed a bit of action to relieve some stress and to get a bit off his mind. So he hunted.
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Giles addressed the others and proceeded. "I know all you have tried to find more on Dawn's past, and I think I have the missing link. I think, I think I know more about your past." He said looking at Dawn. "How long have you known this" Buffy asked "Not long" He returned. So he proceeded on telling them what he knew about the ritual and how it may involve this, Allyah. It was all information that made sense to them. "And Blake knew Allyah?" Dawn asked Giles. "I believe he did" "But Blake said something about her being a vampire" "Yes, she was, and that has no affect on you, or who you are, it's just the human body of Allyah that affects you." "Alright" Dawn accepted. Blake returned some time later. He couldn't stay away any longer. As soon as he walked in the door, they all stared at him with inquisitive eyes. Dawn jumped and ran to him. "You knew Allyah" Blake instantly turned and eyed Giles. "I had to tell them, They deserve to know." He slowly looked away from him, Giles felt very uneasy about that look. "You know?" Blake asked Dawn "Everything" She returned. "Can you come with me?" He asked her "Where?" Buffy called to him "For a walk" He said to her in a light voice as to say, what else? "ok" Dawn answered. "Dawn I don't want you to leave without one of us" Buffy told her. "No, it's alright, I have to know what he knows, I'll be fine" They both left the store. They started to walk some distance until Dawn started. "How did you know this girl?" "She was close" "How close?" "Close" "Please tell me, I have to know this. What was your relationship with her? Friend? Sister? Girlfriend?" Blake gave a laugh. Not a loud laugh, just a low quiet chuckle that sent chills down Dawns spine. He looked her straight in the eye and gave her a look that she could not comprehend. "Sire!" "What? You sired her?" He continued to look at her, but his looked began to ease up, lighten, until Dawn finished. "She sired you, Allyah made you" He kept looking at her with searching looks. "Man, so this is pretty weird for you ay?" Dawn asked him "You could say that" Blake returned "But you're a vampire right? Why are you so nice?" "What, nice?" Blake said confused "You know what I mean, why aren't you like the others, you do have a soul right, I know a bit about that sort of thing" "What thing?" "Oh, vampire's with souls. Buffy dated one, You haven't heard of Angel?" "Angel...Angel.." he gave another chuckle. "The foot soldier of the powers. I've heard of him, yes. Didn't know he knew the slayer. Well I'll be." "Yeah, well he began his good life here, in Sunnydale. But were loosing track here! About me, or Allyah. Do you have a soul?" "Like I told the old man" "What old man? You mean Giles?" "Yeah, the term soul is just a broad term to describe humanity. No demon could take all mine. They're too weak minded. But he did take some, but not all." "But your still a vampire right?" "I am" "So, what about weaknesses, same as normal?" "Not really, I die the same as a vampire, but I don't live the same. The sun is like a ray of fire, to normal vampires; normal being a human completely infected by the demon, not me. I can stand the sun, but not longer that five or so minutes on a hot day." "Are you serious, I so have to rub that in Spikes face, haha" He looked hard into her eyes. "You have her eyes" "I do? Well if I have her body, I think I'd have her eyes." "No Monk can re-create eyes like that." Blake complimented. Dawn smiled at him. "I can still sense her in you. I don't know why, weather it's the fact that I can't let go, or something. But I still sense her. I don't think the monks succeeded." "In what" "Rebuilding your humanity. You see, they had the form of Allyah, and they filled her wi." Blake tried to say. "It's alright, Giles has already filled me in of the entire thing" Dawn interrupted. "But they cheated further more. The monks were foolish, they stuffed up" "How did they stuff me up?" "The key, it's a powerful thing. Its power is absolute, and being just monks, they couldn't do it themselves, so they harnessed it's power and used to rid your body of the demon." Don't you mean her body?" "No, I don't. They didn't have time to manifest humanity, so once they filtered the demon from you they must have just wiped clean your mind and consciousness, and sent you to the slayer." "So I am Allyah" "I'm only going by my heart here, But I do know her more than anyone could possibly know. Her look, her scent, her voice, her eyes, her hair" He said as he stroked her hair, which Dawn seemed to find comforting. "I know her inside out, I know...everything about you." He paused as he said that, looking at her body over and over. "What?" Dawn said hesitantly. At that he quickly pulled out a knife and swung it violently at her cutting her arm. "Arg, owww," With his other hand he quickly wiped the run off blood with his finger. "Wait,. no oww,. was that meant to hurt?" Dawn asked. He stood there looking at the blood on his finger. "I know everything" He said and licked the blood off his finger. Dawn normally would be disgusted at a sight like this, but in fact, inside, she looked upon him with sanction. She wanted to know what he was about to find. He looked at her with wide eyes. She could see, what more she could feel his emotion pouring from his eyes into her. "What?" He didn't say a thing. "I'm not her am I?" He couldn't say anything, overwhelmed, he managed to let out a quiet voice. "You are"
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Dawn let out a little surprised cry. "But...Nah...Buffy said my blood was like her's" "What, why would she say that?" Blake asked. "I don't know, but are you sure I'm her?" "How can I be wrong, the last thing I ever tasted as a human was her blood. I don't forget" "Well You better take that up with Buffy. All I care about is that I'm finally finding out about who I am. I knew I was more than a product of little robe boys." He couldn't take his eyes off hers. He always knew he'd find her again, but never under these circumstances. They walked back to the shop slowly. Blake wanted as much alone time with her as possible. They returned to have Buffy jump up and yell. "What the hell happened to you?" "We just went for a walk" "Your arm!" "oh" She looked at Blake and said "I walked into a pole, I was too busy listing to Blake I wasn't looking where I was going" Buffy looked askance at Blake. She didn't like him. Blake walked towards the back room. "Old man" "Giles!" Giles corrected. "Come with me" They went alone into the back room. "I am not old, I'm older than you, but I am far from." "It's her" Blake interrupted. "What? How can you be sure?" "It's her, I just know. The monks screwed up, they didn't have time to complete the ritual, and they sent Allyah to Buffy with a new consciousness." "Are you sh..." "It's her!" Blake yelled. Giles looked at him strangely. "How old is she?" "I don't know, but she was a fourteen year old vampire." "But how long has she been a vampire?" "I don't know?" he yelled again. And at that he punched the punching bag putting his fist clean through it and breaking it in two sending sand everywhere. "I'll pay for that." Blake told Giles. The whole gang came rushing in to see what happened. "You better pay for that," Xander said. Blake just looked at him. "If looks could kill!" Xander said. "Come on, I'll help you clean it up" Dawn said to Blake. While they put all the sand into a bin, Giles took Buffy into his office to break the news. "You serious? My little sister's an ex-vampire?" "I'm afraid so" "God, I got a friend who's dating an ex-demon, two dating witches, A friend vampire who can't hurt humans, and now an ex-vampire little sister. I don't think I should be getting a puppy anytime soon, or it'll be doomed to be a freak in no time. But how can he know, it's not like he did any tests on..her arm." Buffy paused "You don't think?" Giles asked. "I'm gonna kill him" Buffy walked quickly into the back room and walked straight up to Blake. "How dare you do that to my little sister" And at that, she punched him straight in the head, and repeated to do so, with no affect on him of course, but he didn't resist. He had Dawn right next to him yelling at Buffy asking her to stop. Then Blake grabbed both her arms and restrained her. "Blake?" Dawn said. He let her go and stood back slightly. "Buffy, it's alright, it's not like I'm not used to being cut in the arms." She said sarcastically. "Dawn, can I talk to your sister?" Blake asked Dawn "Yah" Dawn walked out to keep the others company. "It was the best way to prove it" "Besides, how can you say it's your little girlfriends blood?" Blake grabbed her by the throat, but he didn't hurt her in the slightest, but Buffy was helpless. "Her name is Allyah" Buffy managed to choke out some words. "Don't you mean, was, Allyah?" He dropped her and walked away to the other side of the room. "Anyway, how can it be her blood, the monks used me to make her" "Oh don't be so vain. The only thing they thought of you about, was that you were going to look after her. How the hell can the transpose your blood from here to there?" "But." "But what?" She paused for a while. And proceeded to tell him about the tower and Glory.
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"So, what does everyone think of the new vamp, personally, I don't like him" Xander stated. "I do, I think he's cool" Dawn said. "Well of course you do Dawny, how many boys have fixated around you?" Tara told her. Dawn just looked defeated and continued reading her book. "So what is that anyway Dawnster?" Xander asked her, "Shakespeare" "I never really got him that much" Xander said. "That's cause for you to understand a book it would have to have pictures and speech bubbles on every page." Spike insulted. "Hey! Comics can be very challenging!" Xander argued. "haha, no doubt little boy" Spike said. Xander just gave up and went back to Dawn. "So what's with this guy anyway?" "Oh, well, I know who I am!" "Really? You do, cause I'm drawing a blank" Willow laughed. "It just so happens, I'm a descendant from a fourteen yeah old vampire!" "What?" They all said at the same time. "The monks used her as a body for me, they just did the transforming stuff to make me human and stuff, but they didn't complete the spell, so I'm like this girl all over, with a new set of thoughts, cool huh?" Dawn finished. The others just sat there silent just looking in shock at what Dawn just told them. Xander as usual was the first to break the silence. "So, how does the vampire fit into this?" "His names Blake, and I, well, the girl I used to be, Allyah, sired him!" They all just looked at her motionless. The didn't know what to say, A bit much information for them. But as strange as it may seem, the person whom it concerns the most is the least affected, in fact, she thinks it's 'cool'.
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"Slayer, you don't understand do you." Blake told her "What's there to understand?" Buffy asked him. "Open your eyes. The portal needed her blood to open, it needed the Key's power to open, but you acted as an adequate substitute to close it. Come on, if you did have the same blood, wouldn't it have opened if you were to jump into it? Wouldn't you be giving it what it needed? Because you have the wrong blood, it closed." Buffy looked up towards him. "If I let Dawn jump, it would have opened." Buffy said quietly. "You fought Glory many times didn't you?" "Yeah, why?" "I'm sure she would have got your blood on her sooner or later, she was a god, she would have broken your skin more often than not, she would have had a sniff or taste of your blood at least once. She would have known. And she would have used you rather than searching for the key." "I don't believe you, I feel something, I know what I feel, and there's connection between us that's deeper than skin." Buffy said "The monks inserted her into the biggest moments of your life, didn't they, she was apparently there all your life. As your sister. Of course you're going to have a connection with her. Its called family." Buffy looked at him. As much as she tried to deny it, she was beginning to understand him, and accept what he was saying; it made too much sense to deny. "She really isn't my sister." "She is" Blake said. "There's just a little more to her than, I guess, we'll ever know"
Epilogue
Right, now I have finished it, after 12 hours of continuous writing, I ended up writing something a little closer to an episode than I first intended. I initially wanted to write a short plan. This doesn't look like a short plan, but it's by no means detailed enough, by my standards to be a decent serried based on the plot I have come up with. I people like it, I will continue writing it in a series.
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Paradine Rogue