You read it last part. Humala--mine. Buffy--Joss's.
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Part Four
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The three last good people on Earth were now at Angelus's apartment, a place where nobody could get to them.
"So, Humala can't deal with soul-y vamps, huh?" Buffy asked. "We give him two more. Angel, make us vampires. Me and Faith. Then, you soul us with the Romany spell. Willow gave me a copy of it." She handed it to Angel. "All the stuff should be in her house. We go there tomorrow in the daytime--me and Faith--and bring it back. The vamps shouldn't be able to get to us. We come back, you transform us, soul us, and we wait. We should be a lot stronger than normal vampires, right?"
"I...I guess," Angel admitted. "Only way you can make a Slayer a vampire is with their consent. Never been done before."
"Well, we try now," Faith said. "I like this idea."
"Then, tomorrow evening, we go all out to kill the vampires, striking at dawn," Buffy added. "We use holy water, crosses, stakes, swords, whatever we can get. Nobody left to stop us from stealing it."
Inside the temple, Humala-Dru was pacing. She/he was about to bring every vampire in the world to Sunnydale to kill the Slayers. Taking a deep breath, Dru-Humala brught over two hundred billion vampireds to Sunnydale, all of them standing outside the temple. They all stood on the front lawn, disoriented. Dru-Humala walked outside on the second floor's balcony and called out to them in a powerful and commanding voice.
"Our fellow vampires," she/he called. "Know only one thing: you are ours to control. Ours to use. Ours to kill. You will do what we say and only that. If you see the Slayers, you will kill them." Using her/his vast telepathic bond with all soulless vampires, Dru-Humala showed both of the Slayers and Angelus. "These are the unholy ones. They must die."
Across the continent, the nutrience tube burst open. A man with big, rippling muscles stepped out. The first human to be grown in a tube. All he needed was a mate.
Around eleven in the morning, Buffy and Faith set out to get witchcraft stuff from Willow's house. They wasted no time and simply kicked the door in. If there were any vampires in there hiding from the sunlight, they would handle them. This was probably the only time any two Slayers had too many vampire weapons in daylight.
All the things they needed for the spell were in Willow's room, of course. To their surprise, nobody--Willow's parents or Willow herself--were in the house, dead or undead. But they didn't care. They had jobs to do. Carefully, they took kerosene out of their bags and poured it on the house, and everything in it. Nothing would remain by tomorrow.
Back at Angel's apartment, Angel was setting up the items for the Romany spell: the stinky herbs, the stones to be cast, the Orb of Thesulah. When he touched the Orb, it glowed. Nostalgia wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
"Everything's ready," Angel said.
"I'm ready to die," Buffy said. "Again."
"I'm kinda worried about it," Faith moaned. "I'm not into death--my own, that is."
"Oh, don't worry--after the first time, it's all good," Buffy reassured her friemd. She turned to Angel. "Bite me. Literally."
With a note of sorrow, Angel went over to Buffy and did the one thing he had hoped he'd never have to do: bite her in the neck. She moaned in pleasure, ignoing the pain. When he had his fill, Angel opened his wrist, allowing Buffy to have a drink. She felt his essence float into her blood, is power becoming her own. She fell to the ground, stuck between selves--human and vampire. Faith was next. For this one, Faith drank Angelus's blood first, then allowed him to drink her blood. Even though he had blood in his fridge anyways, the Slayer blood was powerful, a potent elixir like none other he'd ever consumed. To a vampire, normal blood is a simple iced tea. But a Slayer's blood--not the same case. A Slayer's blood was *don perignon*, a fine wine to be drunk slowly-- to be absorbed rather than drank, really. It not only filled his mouth, but every part of his body, making them tingle with electricity, as if sparks would fly from his eyes. He felt something he hadn't felt since he was Angelus--strong.
The two Slayers were now lying dead on the ground. Angel only had one thing to do. He tossed the stones to the other end of the wooden base holding the herbs and Orb. "Quod perditum est, invenietur..."
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