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Not much is known about Michael's past. The only one who knows about it is himself. And he is not willing to share his dark secrets. But I will share it with you. He was born in the moon light of a Saturday night. From the moment he was born he was called a monster. This was because of a deformity. There was a large chunk of skin above his eye on his brow, and he was a hunchback. Now, in the present, he also had a six inch scar along his cheek. That wasn't a deformity; that was from his father. Out of everyone that had called him names, his father's words stuck out:

"You are a disgrace… Demon… You're not a son of mine; you're a son of the devil himself… Go back to hell."

The scar was from his father, as I had said before. Michael had left the house and he was told never to do that. Michael still remembers every second of that night.

(FLASHBACK)

He ran through the woods along the creek at full speed. He was watching his reflection in the water as he ran. 'A race against the moon' he had called it. But the moon seemed to win. Michael had to get home soon before his father noticed he was gone. He had snuck out through his window. He turned around and started to run back. But after a minute he stopped. Something caught his eye. Two little girls were playing in the creek on the other side. They hadn't seemed to notice him. This was the first time he had seen girls besides his mother. If he had been like any other boy hid age he would have said eww, or pulled their hair. But he was amazed at them. But then he watched as one slipped underneath the water. The other had started to scream and call for her sister. Michael didn't know how to swim, but he tried. He swam over to the fallen girl and lifted her out of the water. Her sister pulled her away from him and they both ran off screaming 'MONSTER'. After shedding a few tears Michael started a long walk home. His father was at the door waiting for him. His fathers face was red and he was very angry.

"Guess who came over?" He growled, "The Pinkles' butler."

"W-Why did he come over?" Michael asked.

"Did I tell you that you could talk, Quasimodo?" He spat, Michael shook his head no, "I've told you to never leave the house. I'm doing you a favor and not sending you to hell along with your father, Satan."

"Thank you, Sir."

"There you go again; I didn't give you permission to speak." He said, "Did I?"

"No, Sir, you didn't." Michael said, his father's hand shot out and he punched Michael. A long cut appeared and blood trickled down his cheek.

"I didn't tell you to speak. No. You are to stay in your room from now on. No leaving.

Michael was introduced to the group about a year before Spike and Dru left. Drusilla had found him on a street and wanted to keep him as a pet. Angelus agreed and he joined their group. He mostly stuck to himself. Leaving at night and returning right before dawn with seconds to spare.
Spike spent the next day lying on the ground of his cell. Images of the night previous were swimming in his head haunting his thoughts, making it impossible for him to sleep peacefully. His body hurt. Not just because of the 'chip', but his butt also did a part in his hurt-age. The other vampires wouldn't leave him alone; they knew what had happened because they had watched the whole show from the other cells. They were calling him names and snickering. Spike just pushed them out of his thoughts. He was just hoping that Buffy and her friends were OK.

Riley had left Spike collapsed on the ground after he was done. And Riley had told Spike that he would be back soon. Spike replied with "Stake me already".

They had all agreed that they needed to get Spike out, so they decided to temporarily shut down Michaels chip. They just had to hope that he would be able to fight the urge to eat any of the Scooby's. They were all going into the initiative to fight. But they had to stay together because six heads were better than one. They had just gotten within a hundred feet of the entrance that Buffy, Michael, and Spike had escaped from.

"Are you ready?" Willow asked Michael.

"Yeah." He said. Willow and Tara held each others hand and said a little spell. Michael had a sharp pang in his head but it disappeared just as fast as it started.

Buffy had no clue what they were going to do with her. She had woken up a few hours later on a canopy bed. She didn't move but looked around the room. Her gaze stopped on a line of dolls on a dresser in front of a broken mirror. One of the dolls Buffy recognized immediately.

"Miss Edith." Buffy said.

"That's right." Drusilla said walking into the room.

"You still have her?" Buffy asked amazed.

"Of course I do, Sunshine." Drusilla smiled, she walked over to her dolls, "She's my daughter. But I want a new daughter."

"What about the other dolls?"

"There just Miss Edith's tea friends. Plus they're terribly shy." Drusilla said, "It's a shame. Miss Helen has such potential to be a motivational speaker." Drusilla touched a redheaded doll.

"What are you and Scarlet going to do with me?" Buffy asked. Drusilla shook her head no.

"I can't tell the prisoner, she loves the gossip." Drusilla said, "Shhh…." Drusilla started to walk out the door, "You must come downstairs in twenty minutes. Dinner will be ready." She left and shut the door behind her.

"Dinner?" Buffy thought as she got off the bed and started to look around the room.

Exactly twenty minutes later Buffy walked down the stairs of the mansion and saw the front doors, she had a thought to make a run for it, but the two vampires in front of the door had a different thought. Instead Buffy walked around the halls and rooms until she reached the dining room.

In the dining room there was a long table, and only two chairs. There was nothing on the table but a red table clothe. The only light was coming from a chandelier hanging low above the middle of the table.

"This is dinner, right? So where's the food?" Buffy joked, knowing that she was on the menu.

"Are you completely daft?" Scarlett asked.

"So…. I'm the appetizer?"

"Mmm, more like the main course." Scarlett smiled. She stood up and Drusilla followed. Buffy put up her fists.

It was no use fighting because within a just a few seconds Scarlett had Buffy pinned to the ground. She was just about to drink Buffy's blood when Drusilla started to talk.

"Are you going to share?" She asked.

"Share? You don't deserve any slayer blood." Scarlett said, she leaned down and started to drink. Buffy squirmed underneath her. Drusilla didn't move for a minute, thinking over what Scarlett had said. Drusilla's face turned red and she kicked Scarlett off Buffy.

"You don't deserve her." Drusilla said, "I should kill her. She ruined my life, not yours."

"You don't stand up to me. You follow me." Scarlett said. They started to wrestle.

Buffy breathed in a deep breath of air. Yes, she was alive, but barely. She couldn't tell what was going on around her, but she knew that any second could be her last. She was OK with that. Just as long as she wasn't turned into a vampire.

Next thing she knew she was being lifted up onto the table. And she looked right into the eyes of Drusilla.

"Sister should have shared. But now she's learned her way." Drusilla said. She put her hand on Buffy's chest, "You're almost gone, almost into the light. I don't want you to go into the light. You should stay with me." Drusilla bit her own wrist and put her wrist on Buffy's mouth. The crimson blood dripped down Buffy's throat. And Buffy knew that she would never be the same, " NowI have a new daughter."

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