AN: This story was in my head for a few weeks now. I've always wanted include hispanic culture, since I am a hispanic person. I thought it would be an interesting thing to include. The chappie is un-beta'd and therefore all mistakes are mine. This will be an epic story-line that I have no clue where it would end. Oh and check out 'Angel's Blue Eyes Girl' for incredible fics from BTVS, Bones, and Vampire Diaries. All her stories are awesome reads, but only if she would update faster. lol I can't say anything about that so yeah lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Buffy" or "Angel" or the characters. Mr. Wheddon does. If I owned them, Buffy and Angel/us would be shagging like crazy in all the seasons. However, I do own my own characters: Jamsal, Roberto, and Jesus. You'll see them throughout the story.
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Madrid, Spain 1793
The country of Spain was in turmoil as news of war broke out throughout the entire region. Everywhere, the local magistrates gathered soldiers and forced poor people into the army. Two friends walked along a peaceful path in the richer part of the city. They both came from established families that were wealthy due to various farms and businesses. Both friends have known each other since they were young and were nearly like brothers. One was taller than the other, standing tall at 6'0, with a good build and a nice tan that he got through service with the army. His smile, sparkling dark brown eyes, and long wild dark brown hair made him one of the most eligible bachelors among the wealthy community. He never acknowledged his looks and that made people frown upon him since he was 21, an ideal age to be married. He liked his single life and the occasional woman that warmed his bed. His name was Jamsal Martinez.
The other was shorter, standing at 5'10, but also had a good build and tan also from the army. He was also the same age as Jamsal. He also had dark brown eyes and a long shoulder length hair that he kept in a heavy braid. He came from a wealthy family that had ties with the king and the royal family. It wasn't a secret to the royalty that his family delved in magic and he himself was an established warlock, occasionally teaching Jamsal a few small spells. Jamsal caught on quick, but never really used it since he didn't patrol the various cemeteries around the city. He was already married to a beautiful wife with his first child on the way, but he was also a handsome individual. His name was Roberto Lozano.
Little did they both know this night would change their lives forever.
Jamsal turned his striking eyes to Roberto excitedly. "Mira, she said that she would meet me in the panederia in front of the Church."
Roberto shook his head amusedly at his friend's excited features. "You mean the bakery with the little old lady that throws broom sticks at everyone?"
"Yes, that one, pero the lady won't be there. Algo, something that she's going to be out of town for a few days, so I won't be hit by a broom," Jamsal explained while smiling like a smitten schoolboy.
For nearly an hour, Jamsal has been explaining to Roberto about his current blossoming relationship with a local beauty called Maria. She was a beautiful girl with long brown hair, striking green eyes, a light natural tan and curvy in all the right places. She was also short, only standing at 5'4, something Jamsal also teased her about. She also had sweetness in her that brought out Jamsal's good nature and made Maria beam with happiness since Jamsal came back from the army. They've known each other for a few years and finally reveal feelings for one another.
"Well congratulations hermano, you're finally going to start settling down. When are your parents and mainly your grandparents going to meet her?" Roberto knew how family oriented Jamsal's was and how protective they were of him, so they always had to meet the woman that Jamsal was seeing.
"Eso is going to be tonight Roberto. Mama has been asking and I'm starting to run out of excuses," Jamsal said as the pair got near their neighborhood. Jamsal glanced at the setting sun and had to be on his way into town to meet up with his beloved Maria.
"Okay then hermano, I'll see you later. I have to meet my uncles for patrol," Roberto explained as he also noticed the setting sun. He was eager to learn more so he wanted to rush over to the meet-up location.
Jamsal quirked an eyebrow up as they entered their neighborhood and slightly turned his head to Roberto. "How is that going for you anyway?"
"AH, it's good. My uncle has taught me a few more spells such as destruction spells and some protection spells, but I need practice," Roberto answered as he looked at the ground with a frown on his naturally peaceful face.
"Que paso? What happened?" Asked Jamsal as he noticed his friends frown.
Roberto turned to his friend and took a quick glance around before answering. "I think I killed the cat. Idiota got in my line of fire. Who knows where that thing went!"
Jamsal chuckled a bit and then stopped walking as he reached his house. "Pues, here is my stop. I'll see you tomorrow at the farm house."
Roberto nodded and walked the rest of the way to his house. Unknown to either of them, a pair of yellow eyes stayed trained on Jamsal's house.
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Later on at night Jamsal walked into the city streets and jogged his way over to the bakery to meet his beloved Maria. He was giddy with excitement and had to use his training in the military to keep his face stoic. He quickened his pace and he neared the church, ignoring the various patrons frowning at him and some horses neighing in surprise every so often. He finally reached the bakery and slowed to a walk as he saw Maria waiting for him.
He stopped to admire the way her dress hugged her lithe body and how her hair somehow naturally curled. She was a vision of beauty.
Running a hand through his hair that was kept in a ponytail, but still manage to keep it wild, he started a slow walk to her. She turned slowly to see him and smiled happily at seeing her potential suitor. She gave him a curtsy bow, while he just rolled his eyes and chuckled at her proper way.
"Maria, you know you do not have to do that with me, a 'hi' would do just fine," he said with a half-smile that always got to her.
Maria blushed a bit because she knew that she always gave him a curtsy bow and was never able to break the habit. "I know, but it's just something I do."
Jamsal just smiled and gently pulled Maria into a hug. She went willingly, melting happily into his arms. He leaned down and whispered lovingly into her ear, "I missed you today. All I could was think about you and I couldn't wait to hold you in my arms."
Maria smiled and leaned up to stare into Jamsal's eyes, but still staying in his arms. "Me too, a day away from you is too long. Dame un beso por favor?" Jamsal smiled smugly, causing her to smack him lightly. "Are you going to kiss me or not?" She tried to act stern, but Jamsal could see the twinkle of playfulness in her eyes.
He slowly leaned down and brushed her lips teasingly, causing her to shiver a bit. Jamsal looked around the emptying street a bit, then closed his eyes and deepened the kiss slightly more. She moaned a little and tentatively sucked his bottom lip. He let out a groan and then broke the kiss off after hearing a man clear his throat.
"Mi mama wants to meet you tonight. She said that I can't keep you hidden away forever. She is cooking dinner and invited you to come." Jamsal flashed his 'charm' smile at Maria and she smiled shyly at him in response.
"Okay then, let's go to your house."
Jamsal extended his arm out in invitation and Maria happily looped her arm around his and both began walking to Jamsal's house.
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Roberto ducked a kick from a vampire, and then delivered a powerful uppercut that sent the vampire to the ground. He looked down to the ground and saw the stake that was kicked away from him earlier in the fight and picked it up. He sprinted over to the recovering vampire and slid on the ground, causing his feet to connect with the vampire's face. Roberto stood up on one knee and drove the stake through the vampire's chest with all his strength. The vampire let out a painful yelp, then disintegrated into dust.
Roberto's uncle, Don Juan, walked over to him and helped him up. The older man smiled amusedly and patted Roberto on the shoulder in congratulations. Roberto just shook his head tiredly and looked up to the darkened Spanish sky. He took a deep breath, and then continued to lead the patrol for tonight. His main target was an old vampire that was spotted a few nights ago that goes by the name of Lothos. Roberto just wanted to get this vampire out of his city before the vampire could do damage.
Especially since Roberto found out that he was the one that staked one of Lothos' favorite childes a week ago. So he had a feeling that Lothos was after him. It slightly unnerved him, and Roberto wasn't a person to get unnerved. He trusted in his power and respected the laws of nature, so knowing that an old vampire was after him made him more cautious.
He led the patrol to a different part of the current cemetery they were at and stopped as they saw a fairly tall individual staring up into the night sky. His clothes were at least a century old in appearance and his hair was blonde, brownish color that was wavy and short. Roberto swallowed the bubble of laughter trying to escape to keep up the surprise element, but wasn't as lucky as his uncle burst out in laughter at the appearance of this person.
Lothos turned around in surprise and was irritated that two humans were prying into his peace. He slightly growled at them and saw that the younger one of the two stiffened and quieted down. He also felt the shift in energy around the area get intense as he continued to stare down at the young one. Lothos squinted his eyes and realized that he was staring into the eyes of the same person that staked one of his childes.
"You!" He yelled out in surprise.
"What about me idiota?" Roberto asked in annoyance.
"You were the one to kill my childe! For once, the rumors about your young appearance are true," Lothos said as he took on a more relaxed pose. He wasn't going to fight the warlock at all, but was going to take away someone dear to him.
Roberto and his uncle slowly stalked Lothos, who seemed more concerned with the stars than the pair. Suddenly, Roberto lunged at Lothos, but Lothos countered the attack with a fast snap kick to Roberto's stomach. Roberto double over in pain and looked up to see his uncle delivering a surprise sucker punch to Lothos. Lothos didn't even feel the punch as he punched Don Juan in the stomach, then kneed him in face, knocking him out.
Roberto growled as he muttered out a few words in Latin and opened his right hand out. A fireball appeared in the palm and he launched the fireball at Lothos. Lothos jumped up, narrowly avoiding the attack and flipped over Roberto. Roberto turned in time to receive an uppercut, knocking him back. Lothos walked over to Roberto and picked him up by his coat and smiled cruelly at him.
"You took one of my childes, now I found a replacement. He's sure to make everything interesting." Lothos then knocked out Roberto with another powerful punch. He got up and walked away from the scene leaving both warlocks knocked out. He then started a jolly trot in the direction of Roberto's best friend's house.
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Jamsal and Maria walked up the steps of his house, oblivious to everything around them. Jamsal stopped before going into the front door and turned to Maria, smiling at her shyness. "Hey, everything is going to be okay. Mama y Papa will love you, okay?"
Maria tucked her head into the solid wall of Jamsal's chest and nodded shyly. Jamsal picked her chin up and stared into the gentle green eyes he has come to adore and kissed her gently. He tampered down the passion that wanted to be unleashed and broke the kiss off, much to the displeasure of Maria who wanted to continue the kiss. He looked around and noticed a figure standing in the shadows and felt a sense of foreboding come into his heart. He turned to quickly unlock the door, but noticed it was unlocked. He felt his fear climb a notch as he slowly made his way inside, tucking Maria close to him.
"Mama! Papa! Onde estan? Where are you at?" He called out.
Maria felt her own fear climb up higher at the way Jamsal's body suddenly tensed up and became ridged and ready to fight. She looked around and noticed the signs of struggle in the living room. Bookcases were knocked down, a table overturned, papers flown everywhere, it was obvious a major fight happened.
Jamsal turned to Maria and silently told her to stay near the living room. He turned and walked to the back of the house where the kitchen was at. There were also signs of a struggle here and Jamsal trotted over to the stairs. He saw Maria pick up a poker for the fire place to use as a weapon and smiled at her. He turned and went up the stairs and walked to the master bedroom. The door was slightly opened and creaked when he pushed it open.
Jamsal fell to his knees in shock and horror as he discovered the bodies of his parents left on the bed as if they were sleeping. From his short time in the military, he knew how dead bodies looked and knew that indeed his parents were dead. He managed to crawl over to them on his hands and knees and picked up his mother's cold hands. Tears fell from his eyes as he noticed the bite mark on one side of his mother's neck and the slight angle of his father's neck. Jamsal then stood up on trembling legs, only to fall back down and then buried his face in his hands as he began to sob more.
Jamsal barely registered the blood curling scream coming from the floor below and jumped up in anger, knowing Maria was in trouble. "Maria! Hold on I'm coming!" He yelled out to her.
"Jamsal!" She yelled out in terror as she saw a hulking figure come out from a hallway closet and started slowly walking to her. Jamsal flew down the stairs and noticed the figure also and jumped on the intruder. The vampire lying in wait was surprised by the amount of strength and aggression coming from the human.
Jamsal turned the man around and noticed his demonic features, but the haze of anger and pain made him punch through his fear and he started punching the intruder with rights and lefts. Maria yelled out as another intruder also came out from the small wine cellar under the house and charge at her with a speed she knew wasn't human. "Jamsal!" She yelled to him once more.
Jamsal looked up from the beating he was giving the intruder and managed to see another intruder running out of the house with Maria in his grasp. He stood up and looked down to see the demonic face melt away and stared at the face of a man. He growled and kicked the vampire in the face with all his strength, knocking him out. He ran out of the house and noticed Maria in the clutches of another person, the same one he thought he saw earlier. The vampire that ran out of the house earlier with Maria charged at Jamsal, only to end up floor as Jamsal punched him in the neck. He picked up the vampire and punched the vampire with an uppercut. Then he looked down at the vampire with cold malice and muttered some words in Latin.
Lothos struggled to keep the girl from running away and was shocked to see the same fireball that was fired at him from Jamsal's friend appear in Jamsal's left hand. Jamsal then fired the ball of fire, causing the vampire to get picked up by the force of the attack and driving through a broken branch. He smiled coldly as he saw the vampire turn to dust and then turned to face the other vampire that was holding Maria hostage.
Jamsal stalked over to Lothos with cold determination, only see Lothos tighten his grip on Maria's delicate neck. "Ah ah ah…I wouldn't do that," Lothos said as he noticed Jamsal's lips start to form words in ancient Sumerian.
"Who are you?" Asked Jamsal with a hidden growl.
"Lothos is what I am known as," the master vampire said with a tilt of his head.
"Okay then, what are you doing here?" Jamsal looked around to try and find a weapon, but not finding any.
"Well, since your friend, that stupid warlock killed my childe; I'm looking for a new one. I may have found one, but I need this person to lose hope and be willing." Lothos noticed that Jamsal caught on mighty quickly and saw his eyes widen in anger.
"Me?!? You moth…." Jamsal was cut off as the vampire he left inside the house came rushing out and tackled him to the ground. Lothos laughed gleefully as his minion locked Jamsal's arms to his back. Jamsal threw his head back in an effort to break hold, but the vampire moves his head out of the way, and then gave Jamsal a headbutt causing him to get disoriented.
Lothos signaled to the minion to bring over Jamsal and then leaned down to Jamsal's face. "Here is your choice, join me and I'll let your woman stay alive, if not…she dies, then you still get turned."
Jamsal looked to Maria's frightened eyes and closed his eyes in thought. In his mind's eyes, he saw his entire life. He saw himself in the military, meeting Maria….everything he saw. He opened his eyes and looked into Lothos' now yellow eyes. "Let her live…..and you get me."
Lothos smiled in victory and signaled his minion to release Jamsal. He then pushed Maria into the minion's arms and grabbed Jamsal and turned him to face the minion and Maria. Lothos then signaled to his minion and he leaned to whisper into Jamsal's left ear, "I lied. She still dies."
Jamsal widen his eyes and let out a silent scream as he felt fangs sink into the left side of his neck and he saw the minion break Maria's left, dropping her body like a potato sack. In that moment, Jamsal lost all void of humanity. He blamed one person, the one person that had strength to stop Lothos but didn't. He felt weakened and wanted to succumb to the darkness, but he heard Lothos' voice speak to him. Jamsal grabbed hold of arm in front of him and started drinking the blood falling freely from the open wound. He took major gulps of the powerful blood, causing Lothos to become highly lightheaded. Jamsal still kept drinking more and more, before feeling Lothos rip his arm away. He then fell to his knees, then the floor, feeling the darkness start to overtake him.
Lothos fell to his knee and had to have his minion help him leave the area and back to the house he is staying at to wait for Jamsal to rise. From the amount of blood Jamsal took from Lothos had a feeling this childe would be a very powerful vampire. Not because of the strength he showed in staking a minion, but because of the amount of blood he took. Only one other vampire was stronger than his soon-to-rise childe, Angelus. Lothos has never met the powerful, vampire, but had a feeling that meeting wouldn't go his way, despite Lothos being centuries older than Angelus.
He was brought back from his thoughts as his minion picked him up, but he turned to his minion. "Wipe the blood away from his mouth. I don't want anyone finding out about his future rising," said in a strong whisper.
The minion nodded and let go of Lothos to kneel down and wipe the blood still remaining on Jamsal's lips. He stood back up and helped Lothos stand and started walking away, knowing they had to wait for Jamsal to rise. "I will see you in three days time…my childe." Lothos and his minion then blended away into the dark, narrowly escaping the now recovered Roberto and Don Juan arriving at the scene.
When Roberto recovered half an hour after being knocked out, the first thought was his uncle. He turned to see his uncle also slowly picking himself up. Roberto stood up and walked over to his uncle, noticing the busted lip given to him by Lothos' knee. Don Juan noticed the forming bruise on Roberto's left temple and winced after feeling his own small injury.
Roberto then snapped his head up as he remembered Lothos' earlier words, 'You took one of my childes, now I found a replacement. He's sure to make everything interesting. Roberto didn't even question who he was talking about and took off on a dead run. Don Juan noticed his nephew's terrified eyes and just took off right behind Roberto.
Both men stayed on a dead run all the way to Jamsal's house. Turning on the street, the saw a crowd gathered around the front lawn of Jamsal's house and local detective questioning people. Roberto sprinted into the crowd and broke through to see the devastating sight of Jamsal lying face down on the ground, dead. Roberto broke out into tears at the loss of his best friend and only real brother that has been there for him his whole life.
Don Juan walked over to his nephew and laid his hand on Roberto's shoulder. He put his head down in respect, knowing that Roberto would be forever changed.
In his grief, Roberto didn't even notice the bite marks on Jamsal's neck.
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Three Days Later
In the dead calm of a cemetery, a figured stood over a grave. He looked up to the night sky, and then looked down in anticipation. Lothos was waiting patiently for his new childe to rise. He looked around the cemetery to make sure he was alone and was startled a bit as a hand punched its way out of the grave. Lothos smiled in malice as his new powerful childe powered his way out of the grave. Jamsal stood up on his grave and noticed everything with a calm, crystal clarity. He was able to hear the faintest heartbeat of a mouse from far away, scents from different thing and places, and was able to see the night and darkness as if it was daylight.
He turned to Lothos and submissively put his head down, even though his demon was revolted at the idea of being submissive to anyone. Before turning into a vampire, Jamsal read up on how the childe/sire bond worked. He was interested to a point and never in history has a childe ever rebelled against their sire, but Jamsal felt that it was time to make history once again.
He breathed slightly as he looked up and met the eyes of his sire. Besides the new experience, one thing didn't escape him….his bloodlust was awakened. "Sire," Jamsal harshly whispered out.
Lothos was oblivious to Jamsal's intentions and just smiled in respect at his quickly adaptive childe. "Childe, welcome back," replied Lothos.
Lothos walked forward, heading the direction of the city and Jamsal silently followed. His mind remembered the final moments of his life, from Maria's death, to his now deep ingrained hatred to his former friend Roberto.
Lothos explained that they were going to take off to Hong Kong after Jamsal feeds to take care of the Vampire Slayer there. Jamsal frowned as he heard of this new person or thing.
"Vampire slayer? What's that?" Jamsal asked in a voice laden with disgust and confusion.
Lothos admired the quick hatred Jamsal now had towards slayers. He happily explained what a Slayer is. "A slayer is a girl destined to fight the forces of darkness, or so I've heard before draining them dry. A slayer could be any girl, but you'll know it as they would give off a feeling. There could only be one slayer in each generation, so every time one dies, another becomes the slayer."
Jamsal nodded and looked up to see them walking towards the rich part of Madrid. "Have you ever met a slayer?" Jamsal suddenly asked as the subject of this slayer was appealing.
Lothos nodded smugly before responding. "I have killed one slayer, back in the 1500s, then another in the 1600s. I don't go looking for them at all. You shouldn't either."
Jamsal just scowled and plotted meeting up with a slayer soon, either the one in Hong Kong that Lothos just said, or a new one when she is called. Jamsal noticed the neighborhood and smiled cruelly and stopped walking. He turned to Lothos and stared at him with bloodlust beaming from his eyes. "I have business. Won't take long."
Before he turned to go, Lothos put a hand on Jamsal's arm to stop him. "A word of advice, you need an invitation to get in. Because you're now a vampire, your former invitation has been revoked."
Jamsal turned to face Lothos and with a stoic face just replied with a 'maybe for you…' then turned to walk into the neighborhood. He jogged over to Roberto's house and went to the back yard. He noticed the unlocked door to the basement and opened the doors. Before entering, he put his hand out and didn't feel a barrier and smiled coldly. As he slipped in quietly, Jamsal heard two heartbeats, knowing that Roberto was out on patrol. Predictable as usual, he thought to himself.
He quietly made his way to the master bedroom and opened the door to find Daniela, Roberto's wife, sleeping on the bed. He walked over to the side of the bed, and slowly shifted to his demonic face as he heard the flow of blood running to her face. Suddenly, he shot his hand out to cover her mouth, causing her to wake up and stare into the yellow eyes of Jamsal. Jamsal smiled cruelly at Daniela and tilted her head, exposing her neck to his gaze.
Before sinking in his teeth, he leaned down and whispered to her ear. "This will hurt, just to let you know. Oh and if you're thinking why," Jamsal cupped his chin with his free hand feigning deep thought and then turned to Daniela. "He was the cause of me losing everything dear to me….I'm just returning the favor." Then sunk his fangs into her neck brutally. He quickly drained her and then stood up, placing her body in a peaceful position. He smiled coldly and shivered with the borrowed blood following through his now dead veins. He looked down and frowned as he noticed arterial spurt of blood on his white silk shirt.
"Merda…I have to change clothes now," he said to himself. He silently made his way out of the window and jumped down to the ground, hardly making a sound. He then walked over to his closed off house and trotted to the back door and went inside. He went to his room and opened his closet door. He dug through till he found his all black tuxedo that he bought after leaving the army and quickly changed. He noticed his long black wool duster given to him by his dad and put it on.
Quickly making his way out, Jamsal stood in the shadows of a couple of trees waiting for Roberto to show up. He didn't have to wait long as he saw Roberto go inside his house. Jamsal leaned closer from his position and heard Roberto scream and smiled at the sound. His demon reveled in the sound and it brought him a heady rush. He then walked over to stand in front of the house that was illuminated by moonlight and the various burners on the street.
Roberto looked out and saw a figure standing in the moonlight and rushed down to meet him head on. Jamsal looked at the front door as the sounds of running footsteps registered in his ear. He smiled evilly as Roberto burst through the front door and ran nearly up to him. Due to the tears burning in his eyes, he didn't see the right hook punch coming to him. He flew back as and looked up in surprise and gasped out loud as he saw his dead friend looking at him with the coldest brown eyes he's ever seen.
Jamsal flashed a toothy grin then in surprise launched a fire ball spell that struck Roberto in the shoulder. Roberto then retaliated with his own fire ball spell, but Jamsal ducked and rushed Roberto. Roberto barely had enough time to see as Jamsal jumped in the air and delivered a kick to the side of Roberto's head. Roberto used the momentum from the kick to propel his own leg to strike Jamsal in the head. Both of them turned to face each other, tense in anticipation for another attack.
"Why?" Roberto asked with a pained voice.
"Maria. Because if you hadn't staked that vampire before, then she would still be alive," Jamsal said with a primal growl that Roberto knew wasn't human.
Roberto didn't have time to reply as Jamsal shifted to his demonic features and rushed to meet the warlock in battle. Both of them traded blows in equal strength and determination. Roberto was calling upon his lineage to give him strength as Jamsal was calling upon his own vampiric lineage to give him strength. People started coming out of their houses and noticed the fighting pair and were awed at the sheer power both beings exude. It didn't seem like an all out fight, it was more like a deadly choreographed dance as both avoided punches and kicks while throwing out their own attacks.
Jamsal let out a series of spinning back kicks that Roberto avoided and then swung with a big right hand, connecting to Roberto's jaw. Jamsal was surprised at feeling Roberto's own fist connecting to his face at the same time and both of them flew back from the force of the punches. Roberto threw his hands back and started calling upon a powerful attack, not knowing that Jamsal was doing the same thing. Both attacks launched to each other, meeting head on and exploding. Both Jamsal and Roberto stayed standing, but people around were knocked back. Jamsal then resumed his physical attacks as he ran up to Roberto with all the speed he possessed, catching the warlock by surprise. Jamsal managed to pull off a combination of punches that sent Roberto to the ground. Roberto countered by sweeping Jamsal off his feet as he delivered a sweeping quick.
Roberto shot up and took his stake out, poised to deliver the killing blow. Jamsal jumped back up and kicked the stake out of Roberto's left hand. He then grabbed Roberto by the neck and brought him close, "This is not over hermano! See you around."
With that, Jamsal dropped Roberto to the ground laughing and walked away into the shadows. Roberto was breathing heavily as he saw his former friend walk away and was numb from finding out his wife and child is dead and that Jamsal was a vampire. A powerful vampire to boot, so he knew Jamsal was the childe that Lothos was speaking about.
Jamsal took off in a dead sprint to the cemetery he was buried at and looked around for a specific grave. Upon finding it, he kneeled down and traced the name carved into the stone longingly. "Be at peace amor." He stood up and walked away, not before looking over his shoulder to glance at Maria's headstone one last time. Lothos waited for Jamsal at the exit of the cemetery and saw the cool demeanor the new childe was exuding.
"Are you ready?" Asked Lothos.
Jamsal just shrugged and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to Lothos, knocking him out in one blow. Since he still felt the bond, Jamsal dragged Lothos to a darkened shack in the cemetery and would provide protection from the day. "I'm on my own old man." Jamsal then turned and left the cemetery. He walked all the way to the poor side of the city, stole a horse, and then took off to the outskirts of the Madrid. It was his time to carve out his own place in history.
A few days later, Roberto was packing the few things he would take on his trip to stop Jamsal. The night before, his uncle approached him and gave him a book that contained one spell. It was a hidden family secret that Roberto was now ready for. The spell was for immortality. Roberto performed the spell, not caring about anything anymore, just that he would dedicate his life into stopping tragedies like his.
He threw his bag over his shoulder and stalked down the stairs to the front door. He walked over to the horse waiting for him and secured his bag. He then got on the horse and made his way to the outskirts of town. He didn't know where he would find Jamsal, but knew that he would. No matter how long it took, how far it would take him, he would find Jamsal. And he would put his friend to rest.
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206 Years Later
December 1999
Sunnydale, California
A knock sounded on the front door, rousing Giles from deep thought on the vampire known as Jamsal. He was studying up on his vampire knowledge, never knowing when something would come and try to cause chaos on the Hellmouth. Especially since known has heard from Jamsal in the last 33 years, mysteriously disappearing in 1966 around Mexico City. He was slightly alarmed at the viciousness of the vampire, rivaling Angel and Spike. Also equally unnerving was the warlock always right behind Jamsal. Giles read through Watcher's Journals that wherever these two beings meet, some kind of colossal fight breaks out.
He was brought out of his musings as pounding on the door got louder and he heard Buffy's voice come from the other side of the door. "C'mon Giles, we know you're home. We can see the pile of books on the table!"
Giles opened the door to let Buffy, Willow, and Xander in. He then peaked his head out and looked around annoyed. "Anyone else," he quipped out before closing the door.
"Arhm, yes how are you?" He asked the teens who took over his couch.
"Not much, just coming over to deliver news about last night's patrol," Buffy said. She frowned as she saw old Watcher's Journals out and a book of warlocks that peaked Willow's curiosity.
Giles walked over and sat on his recliner pinching the bridge of his nose. He was brought out from going to thinking mode as Buffy spoke up about the books, which now also had Xander reading.
"What's the deal with all these books? New big bad on the way?" Buffy asked as she skimmed through a table of contents in one book. She swallowed a small lump forming in her throat at seeing Angel's name once again. The dark handsome vampire was still deeply rooted in her heart, and it hurt her to see anything that reminded Buffy of her relationship with him.
"Not really, just doing some slight research. Since the Initiative is quiet for now, I thought I would do some reading. I stumbled upon a vampire that rivals Angel and Spike, but no one knows if he's alive. Goes by the name of Jamsal," Giles explained as Willow and Xander leaned into Buffy as she turned pages of the book she was holding to the section which contained Jamsal.
On the page was an old picture taken of Jamsal in 1866 in Venice, Italy. Jamsal was nicely dressed in dark clothes, with his hair combed into a ponytail. His dark eyes showed an evil that brought shivers to the three teens. Buffy looked up as Giles began to explain a bit about Jamsal.
"He was sired in 1793 in Madrid, Spain by Lothos," Buffy frowned as she remembered the vampire and staking him, "But is known as the only vampire sired to immediately defy his sire. Rumor has it that he locked up Lothos in a shack and took off to who knows where. He is highly destructive and an intelligent vampire that can rival Angel and Spike."
Giles stopped to polish his glasses and looked over to the three teens waiting for him to continue. "He also possesses knowledge in witchcraft that could rival experience witches and warlocks, but doesn't use them. The most unnerving thing about him is that he has managed to kill 4 slayers over his lifetime. One in China in 1810, another in London in 1845, the third in Italy in 1866, and the last one in 1963 in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. "
Buffy and her friends then stared down at the picture of the smiling Jamsal and prayed they would never have to meet him.
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On a hilltop overlooking Sunnydale, a black Ford Mustang Cobra SVT rumbled on the lonely road and the driver got out. Wearing black slacks, black dress shoes, a green silk shirt and black sports coat, Jamsal looked over Sunnydale. It seemed like a mundane town, but he heard through the demon grapevine that this was the location of the Hellmouth. He needed to leave Mexico, knowing Bobby (as how Jamsal calls Roberto now) was getting close.
He also heard that a very powerful slayer, possibly the most powerful ever to live stayed in Sunnydale. He smiled at the challenge and knew it wouldn't be long before Bobby came roaring into town. Jamsal decided that this was going to be the last stand for him. One way or another, their fight was soon to be over.
Jamsal also knew that Angel and his team wouldn't be far behind him. Especially since Angel nearly caught him before that stupid cop, Kate or Kat…whatever gave Jamsal the opening he needed to escape. He got back in his car and drove to an old house that he managed to win a poker game during his short time in Los Angeles.
'Time to stir shit up,' he thought to himself. First set up his temporary home, then go confront the slayer.
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AN: Read and Review please! Musie loves these and it brings me good inspiration.