Candidate Candidate. Candidate.

Buffy was scowling as she read through file after file of blood doner's at the local Los Angeles Blood Bank. She was here, simply because of Lily, the girl who had recognised her from Sunnydale, and the disappearance of the target of the girls sickeningly sweet affections, her boyfriend Rick.

She knew something was up when she visited the place earlier in the day with Lily while looking for Rick. She didn't know what it was, but her senses were totally wigging out and blaring in her head that something was wrong with this place.

"But, candidates for that?" she bit her lip. The blonde's eyes went to one specific folder, displaying the name and picture for Rick on it. His was marked as a candidate to. "I don't suppose you know?" she mused, eyes narrowing and looking over her shoulder.

She hadn't heard anything at all. But, it the feeling of something lurking near her, she was very, ver used to that.
There was a boy, around her age sitting sitting on a desk a few feet behind her, a small smile splayed across his face, as his eyes rose to meet hers. His gaze it seemed, was located on her lower back.

...Typical.

He was quite tall, with broad shoulders and short spiky black hair, and a pair of glittering emerald green eyes that should have been illegal. Black boots fit his feet, jeans on his legs, and a black tank top covered his torso, hidden lightly under an open leather jacket.

There was no way this guy was normal. Her fingers twitched and her breath hitched. She instinctually knew, this guy was strong. It was the same kind of static feeling she got, when she first confronted the master.

He raised an eyebrow at her, and and his smile looked amused as hell, "Well?" Buffy raised her own eyebrow. Strong or not, she wasn't exactly weak herself.

"More or less," he shrugged, finally speaking up casually, his voice pleasant sounding, "The one you're looking for, he's already dead though."

Her brows furrowed and her fists clenched tightly, "Oh yeah..and how do you know that?" she asked, legs tensing slightly as she prepared to fight.

"I had nothing to do with it, so don't worry about that," he answered, "The whole plot behind this is just a bunch of minor demons wanting to use homeless and desperate people as slave labour."

So that's what this was about. Her mind rushed for a moment, thinking, and then the face of a 'kindly' man handing out flyers to the massive abundant amount of homeless people living in this part of Los Angeles.

She shook her head and Buffy arched her second eyebrow at him, "If you've got nothing to do with it, how do you know what's going on? And why the heck are you here, some place obviously connected to what's goin on, looking at my ass?" the blonde slayer challenged. She was honestly too used to the harassment of guys trying to cop a feel at the diner she worked at right now to honestly feel that annoyed about it.

"It's a nice ass." he continued to smile, unrepentantly.

It was, Buffy agreed. But, "Get on with it, I'm really not in the mood." she demanded. She just wanted to return to her dingy apartment, curl up in front of the fireplace and drink some tea.

"I was just taking you in, Buffy," his smile disappeared and he answered her seriously, "After all, you could say you're my hope for the future."

As expected. Slayer bullshit. "I've given up that life, I'm not being the slayer anymore," she rejected harshly, exhaling through her nose deeply, "So kindly buzz off with the mysterious cryptic nonsense, I'm not interested buddy, I've had enough of that crap."

"Sorry about that, I didn't realise I was coming across like that," he started chuckling. He shook his head and smiled at her again, "My name is Yarden Scott, and I suppose in one sense, I'm the same type of thing you are."

Buffy snorted, "You don't look like a formerly perky blonde cheerleader." she snarked.

"Nah, you pull that off better than I ever could," Yarden's smile tugged up into a grin as he blatantly looked her over. Buffy resisted the urge to fidget, before he shook his head and stopped, "But I meant, we both got our powers from ancient demons."

Her mind ground to a halt, "What?!" she snarled, stepping forward, insulted, "I don't know what you're trying to pull buddy, but I'm the Slayer, the one supposed to slay demons, I'm not one of them."

He blinked, "Huh, you didn't know? I could have sworn you did," Yarden said, and he really did look very confused in that moment, "..The Slayer Spirit. It's a demon that the men the Watcher's Council is descended from, the Shadow Men forced on the original slayer."

Buffy didn't know what to think. She had the feeling he wasn't lying to her. But, she wasn't sure how to process the revelation at all. She'd never thought about how the slayers gained their powers. and Giles had never spoken of it to her. Neither had Marrick, her original watcher before his death.

She slumped against the table with the folders on it and sighed, "...This really wasn't what I was expecting tonight." Was it too much to ask to curl up with that tea cozy?

Eesh, I was not expecting her to react that badly to the origins of the Slayer Spirit and the Shadow Demon. Admittedly, while I remember a ton about the canon world, it has been a long time since I saw it all, so some minor things are spotty.

I eyed the girl leaning against the table, and I had to admit, I can somewhat understand the fascination Angel, Xander, Riley and Spike had with Buffy in canon. She looks like Sarah Michelle Gellar, and she was beautiful, but there was something about Buffy that made her even more so. She wasn't as skinny as I remember her being, and while of short stature, and not at all voluptuous, her skin was perfect, radiant even, hair immaculate despite her lot in life right now, and her face was gorgeous. She was almost, perfectly proportioned for her build.

So yeah, while I usually prefer much 'thicc' girls, there's no denying Buffy Summers is hot as hell. And well, small and petite or not, it didn't change the fact she had quite the shapely, perfectly rounded little bubble butt.

I shook my head, ridding myself of such thoughts. This really isn't the time. Both due to what she's going through, and because of what I need to do to establish myself here.

Honestly, it's just lucky I was fascinated with the looks of those tattoo's Lindsay had during Angel Season 5, and researched them a bit. The Enochian Runes, based on the Enochian Alphabet. Otherwise, The First Evil and Caleb would be hounding my ass right now. I should thank the stupid cunts as well for teaching the previous Yarden, before I merged with him, the basics of magic and how to invoke it.

It had been pretty simple getting the Protection Rune that would hide me from all modern and mystical surveillance tattoo'd into my skin and then inscribing magic power into it.

I sighed, and took a moment to think how surreal things were right now. I'm literally, in the Buffy The Vampire universe. And for all intents and purposes, I may as well be a damn Gary Stu original character.

How the hell did The First Evil even reach beyond the Hellmouth to drag out the soul of a Turok-Han in the first place? I can understand the mechanics of the ritual, because it's the First Evil, and ancient and powerful, no way it wouldn't be able to use a ritual along the lines of what three mortal men did to create the Slayer line.

What I don't fucking get, is how Yarden's soul was the one that won in the end. He had quite a lot of magical power for a mortal human apparently, and was from a lineage of magic users. But the Turok-Han was alive during the time the fucking Old Ones ruled this world. Fuck, I had brief flashes of it tearing apart a few of Illyria's Cthulhu fucking looking minions. Some scattered memories of its life that remained when Yarden's soul devoured its own.

The only thing I can possible think of, is that my own soul was around at that point, and it was just waiting for my memories to resurface. In that sense, it could be my and Yarden's soul, teamed up against the Turok-Han's, but even then, two on one or not, that would have been an uphill fight I think.

Either way. I'm a bullshit person. I mean seriously, not only am I from a powerful magical bloodline. I have all the power of a freaking Turok-Han vampire, while still being alive. Hell, I've got fucking bullshit hypnosis powers that work along the lines of compulsion from Vampire Diaries, and precognitive visions. No idea where they fucking came from, though I'm not complaining, they're just not abilities typically seen in Maloker, the Old One that created Vampire's, bloodline. The Master's sire line, like Drusilla only got those powers because of that Archaeus demon lord that put his essence in the Master or something like that.

The sound of clothes ruffling and movement broke me from my thoughts and I saw Buffy shaking her head as she regained her footing, "You know what?" the blonde huffed, "I'm so done with this, I don't even care anymore, so what if I got my power from a demon, it sucks, but this whole gig has sucked from the beginning."

She looked me pointedly in the eye, her own practically blazing, "So how does this make us the same type of thing?" she asked, "You got some kind of demon stuck to your soul and you want my help getting rid of it?"

I smirked at her attitude, so fiery, "Not quite, I'm more here to see what I can do for you," I replied easily. At some point, The First Evil is gonna come for my ass, and that annoying as preacher teacher will be suped up to the utmost limit to tear me apart, getting an in with Buffy and Co, is probably the best option I can go for right now, "And you're close. I was infused with the soul of a Turok-Han, it was originally meant to devour my soul and gain my body, with all its powers, but somehow my soul won in the end, and my soul kinda ate its own and I got all its powers myself."

"Sounds sucky," Buffy shrugged, "So what the hell is a Truck-Ham?"

I chuckled, she had to be butchering its name intentionally right? "It's a vampire," I answered though and watched as her eyes widened, "Specifically, it's the first type of vampire, created when all the full demons still ruled this world, and it, alongside tens of thousands more of them are locked up in the Hellmouth."

Buffy staggered back again, eyes widen in shock, "A vampire?" she asked, her expression aghast.

"Hit a bit too close to home huh?" I mused at her reaction. It's interesting to me, how calm I feel man. But then, this is kinda small time compared to being around fucking The First Evil and Super Crazy Preacher Man Caleb. "Don't worry, I'm technically only like half vampire, I'm still alive, my heart's still beating. And I'm in no danger of losing my soul, besides, I'm not even cursed, and the soul of the vampire I got these powers from is gone, my own ate it like I said."

"H-how do you know all this?" the petite blonde slayer asked shakily.

I pointed at my eyes, "It's one of the powers I got, Precognition," I answered her, "I can see the future sometimes."

Buffy continued to look at me wide eyed for a moment, before her eyes narrowed, "...Wait, if you know about all that...that means..?" she murmured.

Give the girl a cookie, she was fast to catch on. At least to my hints.

"I've only had these powers a few months," I instead answered with, instead of confirming anything, "For me to know this stuff, it would have to happen in the future."

"B-but, he's dead, I killed him and sent him to hell!" she sputtered.

"You did," I shrugged, and hopped up off the table, making my way towards her, "But here's the thing Buffy, there's many, many hell dimensions, and there's quite a few ways to escape them. And you aren't the only one chosen, your old boyfriend has eyes on him too, he's got his own prophecies to play part in, so from what I've seen, he'll be getting busted out of the Hell Dimension he's in at some point in the future."

I grasped her chin gently between my thumb and pointer finger, looking down into her eyes as I tilted her head up, weirdly, she let me do it,, "Now turn that frown upside down, sunshine," I smirked, "You've got something to take care of right now, don't you?"

Man, I'm so cool sometimes.

She was silent for a moment, just staring me in the eyes, before eventually, Buffy snorted, brushing my hands off of her chin, "..That's good to know, I've still no idea what you want from me, but that's the best news I could possibly ever get right now," she smiled lightly and and touched a hand to my arm, "So thanks, Yarden."

Maybe not so cool? I chuckled sheepishly, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit, "Ah well, guess I'm not as smooth as I thought," I replied lightly, "But I really do wanna help you. I've got plans I want to see happen through helping you, I'm not gonna lie, but helping you is in my best interest too, plus, you're hot." I added cheekily at the end.

"Wow, you're such a romantic, aren't you?" the blonde huffed in amusement, "Alright then, say I believe you, gimme something for good faith. Tell me one of the plans you want to accomplish through helping me."

Well, way to throw me under the bus Buffy. Most of the shit I want her help with won't be applicable until much later. And I can't exactly come out and say, I'm wanting to eventually fuck possibly her and her female friends after getting their affection.

Well, there is one or two that can be dealt with quickly, "Well, there's a couple items in Sunnydale I want," I answered, "Specifically, a ring that lets vampires walk in the sunlight. I'm pretty sick of having to stick to the darkness or only go out at night all the time."

Honestly, it's a pretty minor gripe. But, it's fucking annoying nonetheless.

"And you know it's in Sunnydale how?" she asked.

I pointed at my eyes again and she rolled her eyes, "Right, visions of the future."

"Specifically, I saw your old buddy Spike wearing it, and fighting you," I pointed out, "And well, I'd much rather me have it, than him."

Buffy groaned and and lightly palmed her face, "Of course it was that idiot that got it," she sighed, and shook her head before grabbing my arm, "..Honestly. Just come on, I can't take much more of these future revelations at this point, we're just gonna go deal with these demons enslaving people, then we can hash out all this crap later." she said, and began dragging me along behind her.

Not that I'm complaining. The sweat pants she's wearing cling real nicely to that perky round ass of hers. Wonder what I'd have to do, to get her to wear that black raincoat alone, like she did during that whole love spell fiasco.

Alright, here we are with the first chapter of a new story.

...And a thing. As you can tell, this is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer Oc insert story. Or at least I hope you can tell that, otherwise I think you've got worse problems than me hip thrusting insults your way. The thing is, this is a little different from usual. See, this was my first foray into trying out a CYOA. For those of you unaware what it means, it stands for Choose Your Own Adventure. Basically, quite a lot of people make these kind of documents where you create a character for...well pretty much any setting you've ever thought of from pokemon to buddy, from fate to vampire diaries, Teen Wolf and whatever else you can think of.

There's a lot. Generally you're given something like a thousand points to use as currency to craft your character and can sometimes earn more by taking drawbacks like...say having the first evil out for your guts. Now, I took things a bit differently with this. Specifically, I used the options I picked, to craft a character and backstory rather than just a bunch of like bought options for free and then dropping in with it, because that's another thing, usually people do this through ROBs, aka Random Omnipotent Beings who are just bored and wanna toss people into these situations and watch them like a TV show. Instead, I just used what I bought to craft a character and backstory as I said, that the OC insert would more or less fuse with.

Well moving on, this isn't one of my main projects and been dry on it for a while, but I'm gonna work on it a bit again. So if you wanna read ahead, advance chapters will go up on my Pa-atreon first and in fact there's already like four or five up there already right now. Beyond that, after this little AU segment, I'm going to post the CYOA options and backstory I devised below in a sec.

Anyway, again, shameless Pa-atreon plug. I've got one, go by the same username on there, easy to find and all that jazz. Support me if you want, it'd be swell, but don't feel pressured lads and ladies, I'll be uploading my stuff outside it regardless and not keeping it all behind a paywall or anything like that.

Budget – 2100 Points

Drawbacks – Perfect Harmony, Heart of Evil, The Perfect Heart, End of Magic, Sunnydale Effect.
Points Left – 0

Race

Demon – 200: You are a demon, with a human soul.

Vampire – 100: Enhanced Strength, Speed, Perception, Reflexes Durability, Healing and Senses. You have no need to breathe and you no longer age. You can still be killed by a stake through the heart or decapitation. Vulnerable to sunlight and holy water.

Special Abilities

Primal Lineage – 0: Vampires with this perk, may enter houses without permission, are unharmed by crosses and have more of a resistance against holy water and sunlight. You are much stronger than a normal vampire, boasting the physical abilities of a Master Vampire, on the level of The Master himself or Kakistos , even just recently turned. And a much stronger body overall, including neck and sternum, that reduces the risks of being staked or decapitated. You have all the might of a Turok-han, with the youth of a newly born vampire that will grow more powerful with age. After all, vampires get stronger the older they get rather than through training. After the recreation of the Egg of Magic, you will become an evolved vampire and be able to walk in the sunlight, and turn into one type of animal associated with the vampire legend. My choice personally, would be a wolf.

High Stakes Fighter -0: You have some general training and theoretical knowledge in Muay Thai Kick Boxing and Akido, but when it comes to combat you have an aptitude for kicking ass that's all your own.

Demonology -0: You have a great deal of knowledge on many demons, and can identify hundreds on sight alone.
Hypnosis -300: You have the ability to hypnotise others by looking them in the eyes, you can appear as someone else to them, paralyze them and even make them follow orders. Once enthralled, many will be stuck under your control for years. Those with sufficient willpower can resist the hypnosis, or even outright shake it off.

Adaptability -400: Focusing your mind, you can quickly learn and adapt to various threats, even in the heat of combat. Your learning ability is greatly enhanced, to the point where you can pick up on fighting techniques you see even during mid-battle. You pick up things very quickly, whether that be mathematics, or even learning how to use magic.

Sorcery Savant -600: You have a general aptitude for learning Magic, and already know a few spells. the spells you perform will be on the same level as the greatest and strongest of mortal magic users in the world.

Prophetic - 200/100: - Gain brief, if painful flashes of the future. These can be of something instantly going to happen in your vicinity or a short time in the future, as far as 3 days in the future. these will give you a face, a name and a basic knowledge on what you need to do to help. You can spend an extra 100 points, to feel no pain at all, and upgrade the vision to be clearer, and allow for you to manually trigger the the short term visions of what's going to happen around you in the next few seconds, akin to minor precognition.

Sword Training -100: You are trained in the art of the blade. Quite a few of them in fact.

Items

Necro Tempered Glass -0: A special type of glass, on one vehicle or building of your choice that filters out sunlight. You can pay 75 points to purchase extra for another vehicle or building, or more.

1959 Desoto Firelite -100: A reliable, old, yet stylish and expensive car. Equipped with your Necro Tempered Glass.

Drawbacks

Perfect Harmony + 100: Harmony Kendall, you might not end up friends with her, but one way or another, she will pop up around you quite frequently for one reason or another and acts like her usual self.

Heart of Evil + 300: The First Evil has it out for you. It wants you captured and tortured into servitude, or dead. Big Bad Preacher Caleb will come for you personally when it's time and will make you his top priority behind releasing The First Evil. Bringers will attack you in swarm if given the chance, and the Turok-han themselves consider you their anti-thesis that must be killed.

Sunnydale Effect +200: The Sunnydale effect generally has people forgetting about supernatural events around them. In your case, it manifests in the act of forgetting a few events that while weren't big in the show, if gone differently can have drastic effects. Like a Nigerian Mask that could make a Zombie Apocalypse, The 'Fluke' between Xander and Willow and other such things. Well, it's not that you totally forgot them, but they were so unimportant seeming, they just don't actively come up in your thoughts, when they happen though, you'll remember. I guess it just makes you a bit of a scatterbrain cuz you know so much?

End of Magic +200: The end of magic will come about one day with the destruction of the Seed of Wonder. Sadly for you, you are entirely a magical being. You will lose access to magic abilities reliant on outside sources, and eventually, you to will die from the lack of magic, if you don't fix things quick enough.

The Perfect Heart+300: The Gentlemen Demons are due to pop up sometime soon. Even if you kill them, they'll return from hell in a year. At least you'll get advance warning when they appear due to everyone in the area losing their voice. They'll always know you're in the area, and will go after your powerful heart as the seventh they need, no matter how many times you rip them apart.

Drop-In Character Background

Yarden Scott, was a simple orphan boy, his parents having died when he was but a baby. He grew up in an orphanage, went to school, got a part time job, hung out with his friends, and even got some training in Muay Thai and Akido thanks to one of his friends family owning a dojo.

Things were looking up for him. Until they weren't. Just a few days after he turned 17, he was attacked and kidnapped by a crazy priest by the name of Caleb, and brought before The First Evil, donning the face of his dead mother. It lowered his guard in his shock, and used that to its advantage, when his emotions and soul defences were at their weakest in grief.

It had prepared a ritual you see, had been preparing for it for a long time. The creation of a servant solely designed to fight its battles and live as long as needed. After all, it didn't have physical access to its true most powerful servant army, the Turok-han, the ancient vampires.

So it did the next big thing. Devised a ritual, with the help of its champion, Caleb. To create a new type of vampire. Imbued with the dark soul of the strongest Turok-han under the Hellmouth.

There was a reason Yarden was picked, because he was from a lineage that had the blood of powerful wizards in his ancestry, and a much stronger soul than most of the common populace. A soul strong enough to survive the bonding process, long enough at least, for the ritual to take hold.

Yet, something happened the First Evil couldn't have thought of. It was a simple thing. Surely the ancient soul of one of its Turok-han would be much stronger than that of a young human boy, with no knowledge of the supernatural, no matter his lineage.

Yet, it was not so. Yarden's soul was the one that stood victorious in the end, and absorbed all power of the Turok-han's own, becoming an all new vampire. Newborn, yet with ancient strength, living, yet dead, blood still pumping and heart still beating. A modern human, yet with the instincts of an ancient apex predator that lived when gods and demon kings roamed and warred freely.

It was even better than the First Evil had hoped, for after all, with that living soul, Yarden could be its champion, and a much much stronger one than Caleb.

It was overjoyed, and Yarden found himself working for it, and being trained by Caleb himself as his mentor. He was trained in live combat against Caleb himself, and demons. He was trained vigorously in hand to hand combat and sword wielding. And he was lectured and learned in many a thousands of demons, to become the weapon to combat against all the First Evil's foes. He was even taught how to invoke magic. Because of his lineage, Yarden had quite the inborn talent, and the power of his lineage, combined with the power of the ancient soul he had absorbed, he was quite the magical powerhouse.

It was not to be. Yarden, only feigned obedience, after all, he kept secret from his 'master', the fact that he had unlocked a precognitive ability to see into the future, and witnessed some of the First Evil's plans for him. And when he thought he was ready, he made his escape, injuring Caleb in the process with a sneak attack, the only one who could possibly bring him to heel, and off he went.

He had planned this in advance. Just a week prior, as part of his training, he had raided a nest of vampires numbering over ten and killed them all. He looted them while he was there, gaining quite a sizeable nest egg of money, to add to the nest egg he already had from over the few months he was pitted against other vampires and demons. But, it was within that final nest of vampires he found his salvation. A 1959 Desoto Firelit car, with all of the windows replaced with Necro Tempered Glass, allowing him to drive it even during the day without blacking out the windows.

As Yarden Scott made his getaway in his beastly awesome sexy car, you awoke in his body, soul merging with his, memories becoming one. Due to the meta knowledge memories, you/Yarden starts with one spell already and a rune technique.

Starting Magic

Incendere - The basic flame generation spell. Can be used to fire a stream of flames. And the incantation can be added to, to create new variations of the spell. Such as, an example being, Incendere Pugnus, a possible spell to clad the users fists in red hot flames.

Enochian Protection Runes - The Enochian protection runes were symbols derived from the Enochian alphabet, utilized in a concealment spell. They had the power to render the user invisible to both Higher Beings, Seers, Mystics and technological surveillance devices, though not the naked eye. - Can be tattoo'd onto the body, or inscribed onto an item ranging from a sword, to a house.