It's been a few hours since I woke up. I think it's about noon; I seem to
just be able to tell where the sun is, despite being six foot under. The
blood lust is really starting to get to me; when I get out of here the
first stop is definitely willies; then a mirror. I wonder what it will be
like to look in a mirror and not see me. How will I shave? Do I need to
shave? I can't answer anything until I get out of here; it's lucky I've
never suffered claustrophobia; there's still a fair amount of panic
creeping in, I just need to lie here and not think about the coffin, or
blood.
It's probably about 4 now; I've been wondering about the demon for the last few hours. It doesn't feel like I've got a demon inhabiting me; Angel always gave the impression that it was difficult to keep in check; but then again I haven't exactly experience much to enrage it. I've tried vamping out, it works, my face goes bumpy and I've got the growl, but I still can't feel the demon. It's strange, to say the least.
I guess I'll probably have to go talk to Angel; dead boy might be annoying but he's the only one who's experience anything like this. I guess I can't really call him dead boy anymore; what with my condition.
So what do I say to Buffy and Willow? I can't go to them until I know what's going on with me. What would I say? Hey guys, I'm a vampire, but I've got a soul, promise. I just need to get out of here; I can work out the rest later. I think the sun's starting to go down.
Ok, digging your way out of your own grave is not fun, even with vampire strength. I can really understand why these guys are so moody when they first rise. I do my best to tidy up my grave, I don't want anybody to realise I'm missing just yet, it's not easy though, all the dirt's collapsing into the now broken coffin, I really don't think anybody's going to be fooled.
My first stop is Willie's, nobody will be too surprised to see me there and I need to ask some questions. I get there early, the sun's down but it's still light out, the light is really itchy on my skin and once again I understand vampires a little better. I talk to Willie for a bit, find out what has happened while I've been buried. I'm surprised to discover that there was a party here the other night, turns out that I've worried the demon community a lot in recent years. The vampire that turned me was guest of honour, I've got to say this does my ego a world of good, and I find out where the vampire's crypt is and leave for the bathroom.
I often wonder how many of Willie's clientele actually need these facilities; I'm only going in because I want to see my lack of reflection. This is a bit of a shock actually, I've seen the effects of a vampire and mirror, it's like they're not there, you just see the room behind them. Not me it seems, I'm see-through. Yup, like I'm looking in a shop window or something, there's just a hint of me, and through me, the rest of the room. I have no idea why this would happen, but then again I have no idea why I don't want to go kill people, I just seem to be different from regular vamps. I take the opportunity to see my vamp face, it's much as I expected, long canines, bumpy face, but there are a few differences, my ears are pointy and my other teeth are also pointed, I suspect that's the hyena again. It seems that I owe that possession a lot, it gave my soul the strength to fight a demon and win. I still wonder why though, I'm going to have to find someone who knows about this stuff. Now that's weird, my eyes are brown, just like they've always been, human. Wow.
As I was leaving Willie asked me what I was going to do, it's a question that I've been asking myself since I woke up in the coffin, I'm not willing to be around my friends until I know I won't hurt them. I tell Willie that I'm leaving town, that I'm not stupid enough to make trouble with the slayer. I don't want to let on about my condition, the last thing I need is a bunch of demons deciding to finish the job the last vamp started. The question is where do I go now? Surprisingly, my biggest difficulty is deciding which of the people I know would be best, even ruling out Giles, Buffy, and Willow I still know a surprising amount of people who could help. I don't want to go to Angel just yet, I may be in the same boat as him now but I'm just not ready to go crawling to Buffy's ex. The alternative isn't much better though. Before I leave town I've got a few things to do though. I go to the ATM and empty my bank account, I happen to know I haven't got a will, and there's no way my parent's are getting their hands on my savings. I pick up my jeep and I pay a little visit to a certain crypt.
I said it before, cliché, this vamps gone for one of the largest crypts in Sunnydale's oldest cemetery, he can't have been in town too long; we check these crypts every few weeks, very few vamps are stupid enough to use them anymore. To add insult to injury he's tracked down the woman from the night of my death, she's obviously been beaten and has probably been here since yesterday. She's on the floor in front of him while he's going on and on about what he's going to do to her, it's really kind of pathetic, you wonder what he was in life that he's trying so hard to make up for. Personally I think he was a used car salesman.
I do a quick scan of the crypt and see a large sword over in the corner, I can probably get to it without being seen, and I do. I walk up behind him and try to decide what to say, but decide I'd just prefer him dead, so I swing and watch him turn to ash, never even knowing I was there. I don't think the woman's even noticed he's stopped his yammering. Unfortunately I can hear voices from outside, in about five minute a blond and a red head are going to hear this woman's sob's and come running in here. I've decided that I'm not going to see them until I know it's safe, but I've left enough clue's around Sunnydale that their going to realise I've risen. I move closer to the woman and try to get her attention.
"Hey, it's ok." I raise her head a bit "do you remember me?" she nod's slightly as I continue "some girls are going to come and help you in a minute, would you mind telling them what happened, and that I'm ok, and that I'll call them soon?" she nod's slightly again and I leave. The hero routine kinda gives me the urge to go get a long flowing leather coat, but that reminds me of Angel and I think better of it.
It's probably about 4 now; I've been wondering about the demon for the last few hours. It doesn't feel like I've got a demon inhabiting me; Angel always gave the impression that it was difficult to keep in check; but then again I haven't exactly experience much to enrage it. I've tried vamping out, it works, my face goes bumpy and I've got the growl, but I still can't feel the demon. It's strange, to say the least.
I guess I'll probably have to go talk to Angel; dead boy might be annoying but he's the only one who's experience anything like this. I guess I can't really call him dead boy anymore; what with my condition.
So what do I say to Buffy and Willow? I can't go to them until I know what's going on with me. What would I say? Hey guys, I'm a vampire, but I've got a soul, promise. I just need to get out of here; I can work out the rest later. I think the sun's starting to go down.
Ok, digging your way out of your own grave is not fun, even with vampire strength. I can really understand why these guys are so moody when they first rise. I do my best to tidy up my grave, I don't want anybody to realise I'm missing just yet, it's not easy though, all the dirt's collapsing into the now broken coffin, I really don't think anybody's going to be fooled.
My first stop is Willie's, nobody will be too surprised to see me there and I need to ask some questions. I get there early, the sun's down but it's still light out, the light is really itchy on my skin and once again I understand vampires a little better. I talk to Willie for a bit, find out what has happened while I've been buried. I'm surprised to discover that there was a party here the other night, turns out that I've worried the demon community a lot in recent years. The vampire that turned me was guest of honour, I've got to say this does my ego a world of good, and I find out where the vampire's crypt is and leave for the bathroom.
I often wonder how many of Willie's clientele actually need these facilities; I'm only going in because I want to see my lack of reflection. This is a bit of a shock actually, I've seen the effects of a vampire and mirror, it's like they're not there, you just see the room behind them. Not me it seems, I'm see-through. Yup, like I'm looking in a shop window or something, there's just a hint of me, and through me, the rest of the room. I have no idea why this would happen, but then again I have no idea why I don't want to go kill people, I just seem to be different from regular vamps. I take the opportunity to see my vamp face, it's much as I expected, long canines, bumpy face, but there are a few differences, my ears are pointy and my other teeth are also pointed, I suspect that's the hyena again. It seems that I owe that possession a lot, it gave my soul the strength to fight a demon and win. I still wonder why though, I'm going to have to find someone who knows about this stuff. Now that's weird, my eyes are brown, just like they've always been, human. Wow.
As I was leaving Willie asked me what I was going to do, it's a question that I've been asking myself since I woke up in the coffin, I'm not willing to be around my friends until I know I won't hurt them. I tell Willie that I'm leaving town, that I'm not stupid enough to make trouble with the slayer. I don't want to let on about my condition, the last thing I need is a bunch of demons deciding to finish the job the last vamp started. The question is where do I go now? Surprisingly, my biggest difficulty is deciding which of the people I know would be best, even ruling out Giles, Buffy, and Willow I still know a surprising amount of people who could help. I don't want to go to Angel just yet, I may be in the same boat as him now but I'm just not ready to go crawling to Buffy's ex. The alternative isn't much better though. Before I leave town I've got a few things to do though. I go to the ATM and empty my bank account, I happen to know I haven't got a will, and there's no way my parent's are getting their hands on my savings. I pick up my jeep and I pay a little visit to a certain crypt.
I said it before, cliché, this vamps gone for one of the largest crypts in Sunnydale's oldest cemetery, he can't have been in town too long; we check these crypts every few weeks, very few vamps are stupid enough to use them anymore. To add insult to injury he's tracked down the woman from the night of my death, she's obviously been beaten and has probably been here since yesterday. She's on the floor in front of him while he's going on and on about what he's going to do to her, it's really kind of pathetic, you wonder what he was in life that he's trying so hard to make up for. Personally I think he was a used car salesman.
I do a quick scan of the crypt and see a large sword over in the corner, I can probably get to it without being seen, and I do. I walk up behind him and try to decide what to say, but decide I'd just prefer him dead, so I swing and watch him turn to ash, never even knowing I was there. I don't think the woman's even noticed he's stopped his yammering. Unfortunately I can hear voices from outside, in about five minute a blond and a red head are going to hear this woman's sob's and come running in here. I've decided that I'm not going to see them until I know it's safe, but I've left enough clue's around Sunnydale that their going to realise I've risen. I move closer to the woman and try to get her attention.
"Hey, it's ok." I raise her head a bit "do you remember me?" she nod's slightly as I continue "some girls are going to come and help you in a minute, would you mind telling them what happened, and that I'm ok, and that I'll call them soon?" she nod's slightly again and I leave. The hero routine kinda gives me the urge to go get a long flowing leather coat, but that reminds me of Angel and I think better of it.