Part two- The first and last kill
Buffy stretched her arms and looked around her, She was in a place she new well, the cemetery. She stared at her own gravestone for a moment and then laughed loudly at the sappy words written on it, something about her being loyal and saving the world.
She felt stronger then ever and was very thirsty, something in her was different and when she touched her ridged forehead, she new exactly what. Buffy the vampire slayer, was a vampire.
A sick and evil thought crossed her mind as she pictured her grieving friends, but she felt no shame for thinking it. She felt no shame for any thing, not even her deep thirst for blood, death, and murder.
***
Spike walked silently through the gravestones, seeing them all so differently. Now that he lost Buffy, his life changed completely. He felt lost. He felt like he died once again, but this time he would not revive.
***
Buffy walked through the empty streets of Sunnydale, a new power flowing through her vanes with every step she took.
She understood now what Spike had told her about becoming a vampire. It was true, she felt more alive now then she had ever been. When she got to her destination her appetite grew. All around her were young, fresh meals dancing to the beat of the music. She was at the Bronze.
She saw a familiar face sitting at the bar it was Anya. She was crying freely even though a crowd of giggling teenagers stood around her. She explained to them how her boyfriend's best friend's mother had dyed only a short while back and that now the friend had dyed too, leaving behind devastated friends and a little sister who wasn't even human. She also said that she hurt very much although Buffy wasn't her best friend like she was Xander's. "Being human always will suck", she sobbed, swallowing down another shot glass of something very strong.
Buffy laughed loudly at the seen, earning attention from the crowd.
"Don't listen to her, she's crazy. I'm Buffy and I'm very much alive," she laughed again and then grabbed Anya's arm, "Come with me Aun, I think you've had to much to drink."
Anya, who was pulled from her seat aggressively looked extremely confused "What the?!… Buffy?!…. I thought….".
Buffy dragged Anya to the ally in the back of the Bronze, an ally that witnessed many vampires murder beautiful young women.
"Buffy, how did this happen?" Anya asked still confused. But then, her questions were answered when Buffy's hazel eyes turned bright yellow and her smooth face had deep ridges across the forehead.
Suddenly, Anya recognized what was going on, the slayer had turned and this meant bad news. Slayer vamps were the strongest kind, but they were also cursed.
"Buffy! Don't do it," She pleaded as Buffy grabbed her neck "The second you kill me you'll regret it, the curse. It's like Angel."
But it was too late, Buffy's fangs were already deep in Anya's neck. She loved the feeling of the warm blood in her throat; it was like nothing she ever tasted before. She felt Anya's heart beat slower with every drop she drank. It was amazing. She loved it. Then, the second Anya's heart beat for the last time, a wave of terror and pain filled Buffy's body. She dropped to her knees screaming loudly, as a golden light filled her eyes.
She recognized the seen; she saw it happen to Angel right before she killed him. She was getting back her soul.
Buffy stretched her arms and looked around her, She was in a place she new well, the cemetery. She stared at her own gravestone for a moment and then laughed loudly at the sappy words written on it, something about her being loyal and saving the world.
She felt stronger then ever and was very thirsty, something in her was different and when she touched her ridged forehead, she new exactly what. Buffy the vampire slayer, was a vampire.
A sick and evil thought crossed her mind as she pictured her grieving friends, but she felt no shame for thinking it. She felt no shame for any thing, not even her deep thirst for blood, death, and murder.
***
Spike walked silently through the gravestones, seeing them all so differently. Now that he lost Buffy, his life changed completely. He felt lost. He felt like he died once again, but this time he would not revive.
***
Buffy walked through the empty streets of Sunnydale, a new power flowing through her vanes with every step she took.
She understood now what Spike had told her about becoming a vampire. It was true, she felt more alive now then she had ever been. When she got to her destination her appetite grew. All around her were young, fresh meals dancing to the beat of the music. She was at the Bronze.
She saw a familiar face sitting at the bar it was Anya. She was crying freely even though a crowd of giggling teenagers stood around her. She explained to them how her boyfriend's best friend's mother had dyed only a short while back and that now the friend had dyed too, leaving behind devastated friends and a little sister who wasn't even human. She also said that she hurt very much although Buffy wasn't her best friend like she was Xander's. "Being human always will suck", she sobbed, swallowing down another shot glass of something very strong.
Buffy laughed loudly at the seen, earning attention from the crowd.
"Don't listen to her, she's crazy. I'm Buffy and I'm very much alive," she laughed again and then grabbed Anya's arm, "Come with me Aun, I think you've had to much to drink."
Anya, who was pulled from her seat aggressively looked extremely confused "What the?!… Buffy?!…. I thought….".
Buffy dragged Anya to the ally in the back of the Bronze, an ally that witnessed many vampires murder beautiful young women.
"Buffy, how did this happen?" Anya asked still confused. But then, her questions were answered when Buffy's hazel eyes turned bright yellow and her smooth face had deep ridges across the forehead.
Suddenly, Anya recognized what was going on, the slayer had turned and this meant bad news. Slayer vamps were the strongest kind, but they were also cursed.
"Buffy! Don't do it," She pleaded as Buffy grabbed her neck "The second you kill me you'll regret it, the curse. It's like Angel."
But it was too late, Buffy's fangs were already deep in Anya's neck. She loved the feeling of the warm blood in her throat; it was like nothing she ever tasted before. She felt Anya's heart beat slower with every drop she drank. It was amazing. She loved it. Then, the second Anya's heart beat for the last time, a wave of terror and pain filled Buffy's body. She dropped to her knees screaming loudly, as a golden light filled her eyes.
She recognized the seen; she saw it happen to Angel right before she killed him. She was getting back her soul.
