One of those truly special moments.
The fight outside of the club had gone very much our way. Xavier had managed to wisk Buffy off through magic’s, to somewhere, probably back to his castle in Paris, where he would likely use magic’s to turn her into his Immortal.
Before sending Buffy and himself away, he had put some kind of magical barrier around Spike and Boris, who were fighting and once the barrier broke, Spike would be disheartened that his lover and Xavier had disappeared and he would be further upset that myself and Jada Silver had disappeared, which would give Boris the upper hand in killing one of the most savage vampires, a list that included myself, in history.
He would be distraught partially, because I had manhandled Jada with relative ease and though when first starting our death match, she had shown a slayer maturity beyond her tenure, I had still easily handled her and was now carrying her away to the nearest cemetery, where I would wait as she would be reborn.
I had already fed her my blood and not knowing the rules and feeling deathly ill, with certainty, she had sucked on my wrist for all that she had, and I felt her body convulse as I carried her away from the scene where I had killed several other negroes, who had attempted to save her. She was now unconscious and when she awoke, presumably, she would wake as an unholy immortal child of darkness, and hopefully, immortal child of darkness.
I found a nice cemetery, after carrying Jada over my shoulder, now still, in the night, and it was slightly away from the urban sprawl, though still within it, for I hadn’t run for that long with her over my shoulder.
I found a mausoleum, though not a very big one, where I lay her body on top of the cement slab containing the body of a woman named Francesca Silvanelli, who was Italian like myself, and had died in 1969.
This was fitting to me and appeased me and as I cleaned the face of Jada trying to wipe away the blood that I had created by hitting her, I was visited by a very happy First Evil, in the form of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, as he had appeared to us so many times before, who was grinning ear to ear.
“I take it that you are satisfied by my turning this slayer into a vampire, First? So, now I ask, what is the progress with Xavier and transforming Buffy Summers into a child of darkness?”
[The First Evil (Wesley) ]
Before sending Buffy and himself away, he had put some kind of magical barrier around Spike and Boris, who were fighting and once the barrier broke, Spike would be disheartened that his lover and Xavier had disappeared and he would be further upset that myself and Jada Silver had disappeared, which would give Boris the upper hand in killing one of the most savage vampires, a list that included myself, in history.
He would be distraught partially, because I had manhandled Jada with relative ease and though when first starting our death match, she had shown a slayer maturity beyond her tenure, I had still easily handled her and was now carrying her away to the nearest cemetery, where I would wait as she would be reborn.
I had already fed her my blood and not knowing the rules and feeling deathly ill, with certainty, she had sucked on my wrist for all that she had, and I felt her body convulse as I carried her away from the scene where I had killed several other negroes, who had attempted to save her. She was now unconscious and when she awoke, presumably, she would wake as an unholy immortal child of darkness, and hopefully, immortal child of darkness.
I found a nice cemetery, after carrying Jada over my shoulder, now still, in the night, and it was slightly away from the urban sprawl, though still within it, for I hadn’t run for that long with her over my shoulder.
I found a mausoleum, though not a very big one, where I lay her body on top of the cement slab containing the body of a woman named Francesca Silvanelli, who was Italian like myself, and had died in 1969.
This was fitting to me and appeased me and as I cleaned the face of Jada trying to wipe away the blood that I had created by hitting her, I was visited by a very happy First Evil, in the form of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, as he had appeared to us so many times before, who was grinning ear to ear.
“I take it that you are satisfied by my turning this slayer into a vampire, First? So, now I ask, what is the progress with Xavier and transforming Buffy Summers into a child of darkness?”
[The First Evil (Wesley) ]