Crystal's Point of View;
Crystal was so scared when the vampire sunk his fangs into her but before she knew it, the lights went out and everything faded to black. She could taste a slight metallic taste in her mouth and then...nothing. She was dead. Is this heaven or is this hell? Crystal had no idea. She didn't know if she were alive or dead, in limbo? Was her family okay? Was it only she who died? Crystal had no clue. But she gained one very soon...
On the night of November 2nd, All Souls Day, she slowly awoke. She couldn't exactly breathe that well and soon figured out, she didn't need to breathe. She felt of her neck, the fang bites...there was no pulse yet she was awake. How could this be? Crystal slowly crawled her way through the dirt and tasted fresh air when the dirt parted.
She looked around, it was dark, she was in the village cemetery she could tell that much. So she had died? And she had been buried? Crystal stood up and looked at her tombstone, "beloved daughter Crystal Morgan, 1872-1888, 16 yrs." Crystal sighed heavily, she died at only sixteen years and died unfortunately an unwed virgin.
Crystal heard the faintest of noises and looked over to the treeline, seeing the male who had bit her step out of the darkness.
"So you're awake,"
he chuckled softly, that Irish accent. She wanted to kill him. Kill him for killing her. But unfortunately, just as she, he was already dead.
"What did you do to me?"
"What did I do to you? Haven't you figured it out? I saved you from death."
"No, you killed me and now I can't die."
"You're a vampire."
Angelus walked to her, rolling his eyes slightly.
"You can thank me for it later."
"Thank you? Thank you for what?"
Crystal screamed.
She pointed to the graves near her, her father, her mother, her younger brother and sister.
"Thank you for killing my family? For turning me into a monster? I can already feel my thirst!"
Her eyes were blood red, which wasn't a normal thing for vampires. Normally their eyes were normal and when their face distorted, they gained yellow eyes. But not this one.
"Your eyes are red,"
Angelus pointed out.
"That's a sign of power,"
he explained to the new vampire.
"Fuck power, I want life."
She mumbled, walking away from her grave, hearing him following behind her.
"Who are you going to drink first?"
"I wish I could drink you, and leave you for dead."
Crystal smirked and turned towards him, Angelus had a smirk on his face as well.
"Doesn't work like that."
"I'm not retarded."
The blonde scoffed and continued walking underneath the moonlight.
"Three rules. Stay away from the sun, stay away from wooden stakes, and don't get pissy with me because I might just rip you limb from limb."
"Boo hoo, I think the last one sounds quite nice right now."
She admitted honestly. She wanted to die. She wanted to be with her family, that was the truth. The vampire went back to her home, with Angelus following her.
"What do you want from here?"
The vampire asked.
"You'll see,"
was all she said before going to the door and going in. Angelus was able to follow her, now that no one lived here, the house didn't have the barrier stopping them from entering. Something else she'd have to learn soon.
Angelus' Point of View;
Angelus followed the female, Crystal, back to her bedroom where she began getting things out of drawers. They weren't your everyday things, however. They were that of witchcraft.
"I knew I smelled something about you,"
Angelus chuckled and Crystal shrugged her shoulders.
"I've been practicing witchcraft for years behind my parents back. So that's the power you smelled eh?"
She asked in her British accent and he nodded.
"Drusilla has visions of the future. I thought she was the most powerful vampire ever sired until I smelled you from the woods. You smelled even stronger."
"Glad to know I smell strong."
Everytime Angelus tried to compliment this girl, she took it the wrong way. Perhaps she was a waste of his time, but then again, perhaps she wasn't. He knew she was strong and knew they could probably cause a whole lot of hell together. That he was certain of. Angelus watched Crystal gather up all of her things and put them in a small black bag to carry with her.
"A vampire carrying a purse, how cliche."
"It's a fucking satchel, you dick."
Using language like that striked his interest. Did ladies even know such words? Apparently so.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Angelus asked.
Crystal glared at him,
"Not anymore considering you killed her."
"Technically Spike killed her, but whatever."
"Spike, let me guess, the blonde male vampire?"
"That'd be right."
The girl shook her head and walked past Angelus, leaving him there to look onward at her. Mainly he just watched her ass as she walked. Too bad she was too much of a virgin to call him out on it. Maybe in a year or two, he thought to himself.
"So where are they? Your cohorts?"
She asked him and Angelus shrugged.
"Around. I told them I'd rather wait for you by your grave alone. Instead of deal with them tonight."
"Oh how sweet,"
it was a sweet gesture, Angelus was trying it out on her but apparently she'd thought it was purely sarcasm.
Damn him for being the king of sarcasm and a Jedi Master of bullshit. Whatever that was. When they got outside, Angelus grabbed the blonde's arm and turned her towards him, looking down into her red eyes.
"Why are you so defensive? You didn't seem like you were... like this, when you were human."
"Well I'm not human anymore, am I?"
"Well obviously not but still. Even my own attitude didn't change that fast."
"Well Angelus, I suppose you bring out the real me."
The blonde-vampire said to the elder-vampire and shrugged her petite frame. She pulled away from him and started her walk again.
"How long until sunlight?"
Crystal asked her sire.
"An hour and a half. You'd better make your meal quick."
"Don't tell me how to eat. I think I know how."
She barked at him, setting out to find her perfect victim for the night.