Joss owns the Buffiverse, I own Brenna and the actual story part. Oh yeah and the Thrall thing is mine too.
WARNING: This section of the story contains graphic violence and serious gore!
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Part Two
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"I've delievered him as requested. Now, I have a request to make," Brenna said.
"I have no interest in the wishes of a thrall's." Darla paused thoughtfully. "However, the Master is quite taken with you. Make your request, if it's not outrageous, I may allow it."
"The goal here is to cripple the slayer with guilt, to put her out of comission, right?" Darla nodded. "Don't kill him. I want him. Transform him instead. It will still have the desired effect on the slayer."
"Change him into what? One of your lowly kind? Neither human nor vampire."
"No, into one of you. He's inside the slayer's head, Darla. He'd be of infinitely more use to the Master as one of his lieutenants."
Darla considered this a moment. "You have a point," she said, nodding.
Giles, having heard enough, rolled silently onto his stomach and , shakily, slowly got to his feet. As he began an unsteady, swerving sprint away from the scene, Darla noticed his escape. "Not so fast, Mr. Giles." She closed on him with preternatural speed. "Remember me?" She leapt onto his back and tackled him to the ground. "Ah, just like old times." As she rolled him over to face her, she staddled his chest and pinned his arms to the ground. "Thanks for asking, my face feels much better now." Darla glanced into Brenna's worried eyes and grinned. "Deals off, sweetie." Giles struggled helplessly under the vampire's grip and as Darla reared her head back and opened her mouth, he winced with terrified expectation.
Brenna charged a few steps then threw herself at Darla. The two she-creatures tumbled off of the hapless librarian and rolled away biting, snarling and scratching. Giles stumbled to his feet and resting against a tree, watched the struggle, fixated. The tousle soon ended with Darla on top, Brenna's half-breed strength no match for Darla. The vampire thrust her face against Brenna's windpipe and crushed it with her steel-trap jaws. Blood sprayed the ground and doused Darla's tawny hair. Paying no mind, she continued to munch halfway through Brenna's neck.
Giles felt his dinner attempting a return voyage and had to turn away for fear of fainting or vomiting. When Darla's tongue brushed up against Brenna's spinal column, she pulled her face up , laughing. Darla's face, coated thick with blood, sneered as she grabbed a fistful of her victim's hair close to the scalp and gave it a quick, powerful twist. There was an inhuman squishing sound followed by a tearing noise as Darla pulled Brenna's head away from her shoulders. Darla's cackle echoed through the night. She gave Brenna's head one last lick before casually flinging it Giles' direction. Giles felt something thud against his foot. Against his better judgement, he looked and saw his dinner date's decapitated head staring blindly up at him, she herself having become someone else's dinner.
Giles clamped his hand over his mouth to prevent spillage and fled back towards Buffy. "No you don't," Darla howled in a deep, uquestionably evil voice. She lurched forward at him yet again, but this time found herself being propelled backwards from the force of Buffy's foot on her face.
Darla shook off the impact and glared up at Buffy. The Slayer stood there in her standard defense pose, fists raised and ready. Her hair hung in unkempt tufts, dirt smudged her cheek and jaw, the right sleeve of her blouse and the left knee of her jeans were ripped, hanging in shreads. Still, she was unmistakingly in command here. She cocked her head, smiling lopsidedly as she pulled the stake from behind her back. Darla's face becme a mask of fear. She scrambled backwards, never taking her eyes off the stake. Buffy charged forward. Darla pulled herself hand over foot up the stairs to the crypt and slammed its wrought iron bar doors behind her.
Buffy watched the tomb for a minute or so, then turned and slowly went to Giles. He was pale as a ghost and breathing laboredly as a thin film of sweat glistened on his face. The solidity of the tree against his back was comforting and the breeze that caught his perspiration helped to slow his breath. "Are you okay?" He asked his Slayer.
Buffy found herself oddly touched that after all he'd been through tonight, his first thoughts were still for her. "Yeah, I'm fine." She managed a weak smile. "Are you?"
"Not particularly, no. Just happy to be alive enough to complain about how I feel."
Buffy glanced to the mangled cadaver that had once been Brenna Coventine and cringed. "I'm so sorry Giles."
Not looking back, Giles put his arm around her shoulders and began to walk her out of the graveyard. "We have to talk."
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Darla made her way along the pitch black, mold encrusted tunnels that led back to the Master's lair. She had to think of a plausible story and quick or else even being the Master's favorite wouldn't be enough to save her hide. 'Okay, Giles wasn't the Watcher and the Slayer killed Brenna.' Darla's hideous features crinkled into a frown. It was a start, a pathetic start, but a start. The Master hated defeat but he hated betrayal even worse. She knew she'd have to do some seriously creative thinking to live through this but she decided one thing. If she did manage to live through this, she'd get that Slayer, and her little librarian too.
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"..The whole thing was a set-up from the start." Giles eased an icepack against his throbbing neck as he sat own in his office. "Her whole reason for being there was to lure me to my death in that graveyard tonight. God only knows what happened to the poor woman who was supposed to be in that booth today."
"Okay, so new term for my Slayer resume. What's a thrall?"
"A thrall is a person who's been drained by and fed from a vampire but not killed. Instead of the demon occupying its victim's souless body, the soul of a thrall remains willingly and the demon's essence blends with it. They live about twice as long as a normal human and are a tad stronger. Holy relics effect them about the same as a vampire and they have a sensitivity to sunlight but are not destroyed by it."
"That wouldn't have mattered today anyway. The sun didn't come out of the clouds once."
"Quite," Giles nodded slowly. "I'd better get you home. We both have school tomorrow." He grabbed his keys and stood.
Buffy rose also. "At least it wasn't all an act Giles." He looked at her, puzzled. "She gave her life to save you. Whatever she came to do, she fell for you, at least a little."
"Yes, well before you stay up all night marvelling at the wonders of my masculine wiles, let me remind you that my becoming a vampire was an acceptible alternative to her."
Buffy paued at the door, crinklng her nose at her nightmare image of Giles, the vampire. "Word of advice, Giles. Don't ever try it. You make an ugly vampire." She scooted out past a bewildered Giles who merely shook his head, turned off the light, and locked the door.
THE END :)
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