OMG, this chapter is soooooooooooooooo looooooooooooooooong. I could not stop writing! I just saw New Moon and I was so super inspired!! So I drank a whole case of Jolt and wrote aaaall night, lol! Thank you to PenMomma for some of the words! And thank you daddy for your encouragement!

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The next few weeks were very frustrating for both Spock and Angelina. Spock was throwing up violently every morning and could barely keep any food down. He had cravings for protein, but he was a vegetarian so mostly he ate a lot of peanut butter sandwiches. He grew to loath the smell of peanut butter. Angela wanted to do something for him, badly.

This is why she leaped at the chance to be on the away crew when the Enterprise when into orbit around a rural planet named Minbar. Everyone knew the Minbari were uber-vegans and make the best vegan food anywhere, so she would simply pick up some for her lover as a special treat. Kirk was OK with letting her go because the Minbari were interested in some engineering stuff, so they would probably love her.

Unfortunately things did not all go as planned...

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Angelina felt at home among the simple dwellings of the Minbari religious sect. They knew a lot about spirits and souls and destiny, and gave her great honor as the soul mate of a Jedi-Vulcan pregnant with a destined child. They knew she had to save the universe, so they made sure she would be prepared. They showered her with gifts; beautiful clothes, weapons, and jewels. They called her "Zha'Shaal Na," which was a very high honor. Angelina was very happy.

Unfortunately Scotty had to ruin her whole evening. He was pretty grossed out by Spock's pregnancy, and he had his suspicions about how it happened. He kept needling her all night, saying stuff about how Spock was not a real man but a 'gay faggot woman' and that Angelina should 'get herself laid by a real man.' Finally he crossed the last line and Angelina ran out of the banquet the Minbari were having in her honor and into the cold night.

She ran and ran, branches scratching at her arms and face. She stumbled and fell, sprawled on the ground, her sheer dress circled around her like a pool of moonlight. She laid on the ground and cried and cried.

Suddenly, a sharp noise pierced the calm night. Angelina's head shot up, startled. "Who-who's there?" she queried. Nothing answered her but silence. She started to relax when a hot, sharp pain punctured her neck. She wanted to scream but drowned in blackness instead.

The Minbari found her the next morning, pale and cold as the snow, limp on the ground like a dying lily. They brought her back to her crew and wept for her fate. At first, the Enterprise away team though they wept because she was dead, but when Dr. McCoy examined her he found her still breathing, still in the land of the living. He eyelids fluttered, long lashes dancing like great, big spiders against her now death-pale skin.

"Where am I?" she breathed, her brows contracting in confusion, "What happened?"

"It seems you took a nasty spill, little lady." replied Dr. McCoy.

"Oh," she replied, "Where is Mr. Spock?"

"Still on the Enterprise. Where we're going now."

"Oh." she answered, and then she passed out.

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When Angelina finally woke up in her room she felt... different. Hungry. Deeply, darkly hungry. She rolled out of bed and looked in the mirror. Her normally pale complexion was bleached ivory as snow and smooth as porcelain. She was so pale her lips and eyelids had a distinctly violet hue. Her hair had grown several inches, exposing her dark roots. Her eyes appeared to have a reddish tinge. Her teeth felt too big for her mouth so she opened it to give them a look. Her canines were longer and sharper and dangerously white. She shivered with fear... and something else.

Quickly she pulled on a hot pink mini-dress with a deep, cleavage baring neckline. Then she matched it with several rubber bracelets that were pink and purple and a pink choker with rhinestones. She dabbed some blush on over her crystalline cheeks and brushed some mascara on her long lashes and bright pink lipstick on her full, pouty lips. She passed over the standard uniform boots in favor of her favorite patent leather purple heels with Mary Jane straps, then headed out the door.

As she walked down the hallway everything seemed different. The florescent lights of the hall seemed brighter, the woosh of the electric doors seemed clearer, and the chemical smell of the recently cleaned carpet was as pungent as a scented candle her her newly amped-up nose. Her pace became quicker and quicker. She had no idea where she was going until she got there.

"The replicator!" she gasped. Her stomach growled. She wanted to order grilled cheese or pizza, but her next words just tumbled out her mouth, "Blood please. Fresh."

Horrified she froze, not believing what she had just asked for, but as the steaming mug of crimson life appeared in the replicator output she stopped thinking altogether. She lunged for it, pouring the delicious sim-blood down her throat as quickly as she could manage. Her body shook like during an orgasm. She moaned aloud with pleasure.

"Thank you, replicator, that was amazing." She said, remembering her manners.

"Ya donna need to thank the replicators, lass, they're just machines." said the haughty voice behind her of her worst enemy.

"And that is why you will never be a great engineer like me, Scotty," she hissed coldly, whipping around to face him and stare him in the eye, "Because machines are just machines to you. You have no respect, no wonder."

"Aye, and do ya' know why even if yer a better engineer than me no one'll ever take yer seriously anyway?" he challenged, leering at her and looking pointedly down at her expansive cleavage and DD bosom.

"You pervert!" Angelina shrieked, slapping him across his perverted face.

"Aye, and that was a mistake, lassy." Scooty said, grabbing, her wrists and pressing her against the wall of the hallway. As he leaned in for a kiss Angelina screamed.

For one confused moment she thought Anakin has stepped in to save her, clocking Scotty across the back of the head and felling him instantly. But it was not Anakin, it was not even Spock. It was that short guy from the bridge. Chekov.

"Are you alright, Moon Angel?" he asked mysteriously.

Angelina blinked at him owlishly. "I... suppose. Thank you."

"Take care." He walked off gracefully before Angelina could say a thing more.

As soon as he vanished down the hall she burst into tears.

Running blindly back into her room, Angelina almost cracked her head on the electric door. She threw herself dramatically onto her bed and bawled for almost an hour, her pink dress stark against her black silk sheets, like a cheery rose amongst a gothic garden. Finally she hauled herself upright and trudged back to her mirror. Her mascara was running down her face like obsidian tears.

"Scotty is right, I will never get any respect around here. Because I am a woman. A silly, little girl dressed in pink." She opened her make-up drawer and withdrew a slim razor. She tried to cut her wrists, to drown out the pain of Scotty's words. As soon as she saw her blood sluggishly welling out of the cuts, however, she was overcome with her new instinct. She licked fiercely at her wrists until the blood was gone and the cuts closed. Whether the fast healing of her cuts was due to the application of her saliva of simple her new body healing faster than her old one, she had no clue.

"Well fine then," she said to herself, "I will just have to MAKE them respect me."

Without further hesitation, she stripped of her old, slutty clothes. Pink was for prep anyways, and preps had always made fun of her in high school. Why was she trying to be like them? She tore of all her jewelery and washed her face. Then she walked in to the bathroom.

In the bathroom she found her hair dye collection. She had to take care of her roots, after all. After some debate she decided to dye her hair back to its original pitch-dark raven hue. She was through pretending to be someone else.

After that she put on a lacy black corset. It pushed her breasts up so they look just like all the other women on boards breasts, even if they were notably bigger. It was death-black and decorated with mini roses and beads. She attached her dark fishnet stockings to the garter straps that hung from the sides. It had been a long time since she had covered up her legs, but leggings were standard uniform dress and she was beginning to get annoyed at men staring at her legs anyway. She then put on a black chocker the Minbari gave her, one jeweled with shiney, black gemstones that if you stared at you could see spinning galaxies and the dark vastness of the cosmos in. She also wore the matching earrings they gave her.

She then dug through her closet and retrieved a standard engineering uniform. It was dark, blood red and came all the way down to her mid-thigh. She had originally discarded it as being too plain and an ugly color, but now it felt like an old friend. It was just misunderstood, like her. She pulled it on over her corset, then matched it with the standard black uniform boot she had ignored until then. Their solidness felt right on her feet, and their subtly shiny darkness match the current hue of her soul. The thick, rubbery souls gave her a high boost the same as her heels, and the weight of their steel toes make her feel ready to kick ass.

To finish her new look she tackled her make-up yet again. She left her cheeks as they were and instead reddened her lips until they reminded her of blood. Her eyes were a bright ruby now, whether that was just one more step in her mysterious transformation or they were changing color to match her surrounding like they often did, Angelina did not know. She accented them with dark eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, and plenty of mascara. Then she added a hair band with a bow that matched her uniform.

"Perfect." she said to her reflection.

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The Damned Spot was the most popular underground club on the Enterprise. Practically none of the high ranking officers knew about it, but all the coolest people went there. Normally Angeline would stay away from places like that because she was a good girl, but she was feeling liberated now so she boldly strode in. It was very dark and her eyes, which had been stinging since she woke up, were suddenly relieved. She could see as clearly as it was day.

She made her way to the bar and ordered a Wet Pussy. The bartender fetched it for her immediately and she pounded it down. Then she felt like dancing. As she gracefully weaved through the tables, however, she saw some one she did NOT expect o see.

"Mr. Chekov?" she gasped, shocked.

Chekov was lounging in one of the black, leather padded chairs, sitting next to an attractive young woman with orange skin. She was wearing a two part outfit that was blood red. It consisted of a strapless top and skirt, plus matching knee high boots and arm-warmers. Chekov was wearing a skin-tight, long-sleeved black shirt covered in all kinds of straps wrapping around his sexy torso. His pants were tight and leather. He was sipping seductively on a White Russian.

"Why hello, Moon Angel," he purred, "I see you have begun to embrace your true form." The girl next him just stared at her soulfully. Her face was painted with mystical white marks and her eyes were an unnerving crystal blue.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" she asked.

"Why, it is your name, of course. And it is appropriate now that you have become what you were always meant to become."

"What are you talking about?" Angelina was beginning to get scared. "I have no idea what you mean, 'true form' or 'what I was meant to become'."

Chekov grinned. "Why, dear Angelina Luna, you are now a space wampire, a true dark angel of the moonlight."

"A- a vampire?" Angelina went numb. How could this be? She was destined to save the universe! How could a space vampire be a savior of anything?

She sat down, still numb with shock. The orange woman place her hand on Angelina's. Her fingernails were painted purple, like her lips.

"Don't worry, the Force tells me you still have a very special destiny. One that will save, not harm."

Angelina was shocked. "You talk to the force? Are you a-"

"A Jedi." she finished, "Yes, I am Ahsoka Tano. I am here to find my master, Anakin Skywalker."

Angelina fainted.

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Angeline woke up in her bed, unsure of how she got there for the second time that day. Only this time, Spock was with her, sitting by the bed and holding her hand.

"Angelina!" he exclaimed, seeing that she was awake. "I was so worried!"

"Oh Spock!" she cried, hugging her pregnant lover.

"Angelina," he murmured into her hair, stroking the back of her head.

She pulled away from him. "Mr. Spock, I want you to call me Luna from now on."

"Anything my love," he said, and then hesitated, "And I want you to call me, Anakin."

"Anakin!?" Luna gasped.

"My full name is Anakin Spock. Or at least I thought it was. I never told anyone my first name because it was so odd. But now I remember everything. I remember being a Jedi and my master betraying me. I remember almost dying from burn injuries. I do not remember much after that, I think I was rescued by Vulcans, since my earliest recollection is recovering from some sort of injury there on Vulcan. They must have used their advanced medical technology to cure me, but they reconstructed my face to look like one of theirs. They gave me a new name. I just looked it up, 'Spock' is Vulcan for 'Sky Walker'."

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*GASP* What an ending, huh? You are just going to have to stick around for the whole story. And yey for Ahsoka Tano!! I love her! I would totally marry her! Also I thought we needed more Star Wars~

Heh, one of my friends wanted me to make Anakin a werewolf, but I am not that evil, lol.