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Again, I am sorry I did not post earlier. If you are reading this first please note I posted CH 12 at the same time.
The Pure

The Scoobies sat back and looked at the addition to the prophecy sitting in front of Giles.

Spike rose from his seat on the couch and stood behind Buffy, still seated at the table. "What is it Rupert?"

Giles looked up to the couple, then to the scripts. "This," he pointed to the first section, "is what you have already done, Spike. This," he pointed to the section Buffy had just discovered, "tells of The Slayer who fights many battles, and always wins. Who stops apocalypse side by side with a Vampire." Giles lifted the paper off the table as he skimmed it.

"Both the Vampire, and The Slayer will be gifted." Giles tilted his head. "Of course! I should have guessed."

"What is it Giles?" Willow asked.

"Samantha." Giles set the paper down and removed his glasses, lying them on the table.

"Quinton would have been one of the children, but he was there when Samantha was Slayer. This was the prophecy they thought was for Samantha, but there is something here she never did."

"What?" Buffy leaned over trying to read the paper.

"Stay active long enough." Giles said replacing his glasses in their rightful place on his nose. He looked at the young woman. "In the 7th year, The Slayer will be gifted. A Change will occur, new strengths will be gained. The essence of her powers will take her to an enhanced form."

Buffy felt a shiver run down her spine. "You know what. I think I like my form. Thanks."

"No complaints here, luv."

Giles looked at the Vampire, and shook his head. Under his breath he whispered ''Insatiable''.

"Tell me about it." Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Tell you about what?" Willow asked. "Oh, the tests. Well-"

"I told you!" Spike cut in. "You heard Rupert, didn't you?"

Buffy looked back up at Spike. "Of course I did. He's sitting right there."

"Giles said something?" Willow, who was sitting across from Buffy, on the other side of Giles asked.

Buffy looked at Willow. "You heard him, didn't you? He called Spike insatiable."

Willow shook her head while looking over the blood test's results.

"Giles? What's going on? Fist Spike gets a conscience, now I have super hearing?"

Giles looked down at the papers again. "I believe...yes." He looked back at the couple again. "It should be happening in Buffy's 7th year, it's too early, but you are both to become the better parts of each. Gaining the strengths of the other."

Xander looked at Anya, then to the group. "Buffy's not gonna grow fangs is she?"

Dawn looked at him from the couch. "You think fangs are a strength?"

Xander shrugged his shoulders. "No. I dunno. It's not like that thing is specific."

Spike noticed how quiet Buffy was. "You alright, luv?"

Buffy scrunched up her nose. "Ask me later, when I'm not picturing myself as a Vampire."

Spike thought about the statement. "Or me ...as a human again?"

Buffy turned and looked up at him. She hadn't even thought about that. Spike, human?

Somehow she couldn't really imagine him not a Vampire. Not that anyone ever really thought about him that way anymore. The only real restriction in his life at this point was a bright sunshiny day. "Wait!" Buffy yelped. "Your dreams."

"What about 'em, Buffy?" The Vampire asked.

"You're in the sun. In every dream, it's a bright day, and you're in the sun." Buffy looked back at the group. "If we were in Sunnydale, we probably would have noticed by now with your affinity to travel during the day, but I'd bet real money Spike can be in the sun now, at least for awhile."

"Um, Buffy?" Buffy turned her head back to Willow. "These blood tests, they uh, well ...you have a little demon in ya'. Vampire to be exact."

"What!" Xander exclaimed. "Buffy's pregnant?"

The red head looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "No." She pulled out the doctor's final notes. "The counts on your red blood cells, white blood cells and iron are, well, weird. I wouldn't know what to make of them to be honest, but the doctor wrote down his conclusions. They think a Vampire turned you, but that your Slayer self is preventing the demon from taking over."

"What?'' Giles leaned over to see the papers, but Willow handed the folder to him. He read through the notes and rifled through the papers. "Well, it looks as though the changes have been triggered. From what I see here, your blood at least, has changed, considerably."

Anya had listened, and tried to put something she knew from her demon life into the conversation, but nothing rang a bell. As the conversation went on around her, something
else caught her attention. "The spell, I bet the spell triggered it."

"What An?" Xander asked, the whole room turned their attention to the ex- demon.

"The resurrection spell Willow did last year." She looked at Tara. "You said Buffy had, a molecular sunburn, and that that was why Spike could hurt her." Tara nodded. "My guess, whatever the molecular thingy was, it triggered the changes."

Tara looked back at Anya, and over the group, all in thought. She pulled the 3 torn pages over to her, and leafed through them as the rest continued talking.

"But that doesn't explain why Spike is acting... so ...more..." Dawn wasn't sure how to explain what Spike was.

"Human?" Spike said for her, "It's ok, Bit. Isn't like I haven't noticed my own actions."

Tara raised her hand, with her head still bent reading the papers. "I-I think I know w-why." She looked up as all eyes bore down on her. "Y-you two a-are connected. On a s-spiritual level."

"Those of us without spirit tend to have a problem with that theory."

She looked at the Vampire, then handed the papers across to Giles. He read through them.

"Oh dear."

~~`~~

Randall knocked lightly on the door.

"One moment." He heard from the other side of the door. A few moments passed before he heard the invitation.

"Come in."

Randall turned the knob, and entered the office. "Mr. Travers , I would like to offer my services." He shuffled his feet. "I want to help solve the problem of The Slayer."

Quinton smiled at the young man that he had been molding to take his position when the time came for a replacement. "I don't think you know what you are asking. Not of me, but of yourself."

The young man walked towards the desk, and took his usual seat opposite Quinton. "I know my duty to The Council, and to humanity. Buffy can no longer be trusted to serve those purposes."

"There is more to it than that my boy. Much more."

Randall Thornton made a decision that moment, that would change the course of his life.

"I want to know."

Quinton eyed the young man. 'Had he really been that much younger than the man before him when he learned the truth?' He had been younger, and he understood the implications because of his upbringing, the same upbringing Randall had. "Very well. But what you learn today stays in this room. Until you find someone to take your position, the one I will be giving up to you someday, you tell no one."

Randall, elated to know he would someday be at the head of The Council nodded his agreement to the deal, and Quinton began.

~~`~~

Giles reread the passages, cleared his throat, and spoke.

"The pure was torn from her lover. His death bore a rage inside her for the childer they had brought back the earth, only to have them murder their sire. From rage and hysteria, she began a wrath on those who dared to turn on T'mure.

She searched and tracked T'mur's childer until each was sent back to the dimension from whence they came, but the population of Vampires that walked the now human planet, grew.

The Powers lost control of the demons who dared to kill the new human children of the young planet. They felt the calls of anger and pain from The Last of the Pure, and summoned her to them. She went reluctantly, and they struck a deal with the pained female.

She was to protect humanity from the scourge she and her lover had created. Her lover was to be held in a dimension separate from his kind. His new home had but one key, one which was protected by The Powers or those they entrusted it to. After 7 years, T'mure would be given the key, and she would be allowed to rejoin her lover.

The demon agreed and kept to her deal. She killed her own kind for nearly 7 years. Always thinking of the day she and her lover would reunite. Three days before her 7th year was complete, she was struck down by a human.

Her body faded into the Vampire's dimension. She found herself crowded with demons she herself had killed, and begged the powers to give her another chance. At first they ignored her pleas, but soon the Vampire population was once again out of control. In a desperate attempt to save face, and not owe an inferior, they altered the deal.

Many of the strengths that made a Vampire, would be siphoned from her, and into a human. The essence of the Vampire would be used to fight them. This left The Pure weak, and fragile. She was sent to wait in the Vampiric dimension for the day she could be joined once again with her love. Thus came the First of The Slayers."

Giles looked up at the faces surrounding him. Willow and Tara clutched each other's hands, as did Xander and Anya. Dawn looked at her sister in awe. Spike remained behind Buffy, looking at the yellowed papers.

"So, I'm a Vampire?" Buffy finally got out.

Giles looked at her gently. "Not at all. The powers of a Slayer, they originate with The Pure's sacrifice, but the Slayer has always been human."

Dawn looked back at her sister. "It's all kinda romantic. She, The Pure Vampire, gave up her life to be reunited with her love." The teen looked at Giles. "But when did I...The Key get used?"

Giles shifted the pages, and continued the summery of the pages.

"Generations of Slayers were called, and killed. Each before reaching her seventh year. Soon, Humans became more aware of the existence of the demons. Several leaders tried to fight with the Slayers called, but each was of one mind. To fight , to kill, to protect.

After a time, The Council was formed. They believed they were helping to train and prepare Slayers.

The Council became the central figure for the Slayers who followed. No longer was she the leader, but the tool for the humans who slowly became her guides. Unfortunately in this, the Slayers' lifespan shortened. Where one easily made it through her 4th year, now was fortunate to live to her 2nd. At the time, the members that made The Council did not realize it was their influence that shortened a Slayer's lifespan.

Generations and centuries passed with The Slayer fighting to protect that which she was never truly able to be a part of. Humanity grew, as did the need for protection.

In the years that came, The Council's grip became tighter, their control, more severe. Soon the choices of The Slayer were erased. Duty was ingrained on the young women.

In a time of great awakening, a Slayer was turned. The demon summoned to the host was that of The Pure. Her own essence calling to her, she easily became part of the body, but was unable to push the soul aside for complete control. She was however, able to free her lover from his prison in her new form.

Before The Slayer could return to her Watcher, the demon freed 7 souls. One soul for every year she was to have served The Powers. In that, The Key was revealed to T'mure long enough for him to escape."

"The minions." Spike interrupted. "She killed the minions, coulda been seven of 'em. Sounded like more when I heard the story myself, but the minions were slaughtered. Their hosts' souls must have been the sacrifice needed."

"It would make sense." Giles added, then continued reading.

"The Slayer explained all she could to her Watcher before begging for her death. In the Slayer's death however, the demon was able to merge back with herself, and demon was merged fully with the Slayers to come. Her powers, and her strengths have stayed, and grown with each new Slayer.

The Watcher of Catrine went to the Head of The Council with the knowledge he had gained from his turned Slayer. When the truth of The Slayer's origin's were made clear to The Council, they devised a test to insure a Slayer's death before she could reach her 7th year."

"Lem'me take a wild guess." Buffy crossed her arms. "It has to do with a birthday."

"I'm afraid so. Once the danger of a Slayer becoming too powerful for the now very power hungry Council to control was reveled, it caused them to make changes in their traditions. Of course, not many Slayers passed, but many were, untrusting after discovering the test. Most simply gave in to death." Giles explained while skimming the text.

Buffy took a deep breath, as did the rest of the room. "And now, 'cause the demon in me has been triggered, The Council thinks I'm, what? A Vampire, but not quite?"

"My best guess is that anyone else who has seen this test believes just that. All but Quinton. He knows the truth, and I'm sure he is trying to figure out why your changes are occurring ahead of the predestined schedule." Giles looked over the scrolls. " Buffy, there is one more thing I think you should be aware of.

"Apocalypse?" She feigned excitement.

"Strangely enough, no." Giles set the last piece of the Akoshtan scroll on top. "It seems, that because this deal was made by The Pure, for love, you and Spike will be visiting the sisters before the change in either of you is complete."

"Oh." Buffy looked up to Spike. "Yay?"

~~`~~

Randall sat back in his seat, unable to breath. "She is becoming a demon, because of this 'Pure' Vampiress?"

"Yes, and with her new demon self, she will be powerful. The girl could loose all control over her moral self if the demon takes hold." Quinton relayed the story as it had been explained to him. "It has never come to this before. I can only blame myself for not completing the task myself earlier."

"Sir, what are we to do?" Randall hoped beyond hope he would not be asked to kill her himself.

Quinton sat forward, and leaned on the desks surface. "I have, acquired help from the Vampires here. I have promised safety here in London to whomever kills her, or the Vampire."

Randall was shocked. "We are going to let the Vampire that kills them go?"

Quinton chuckled lightly. "Of course not. It isn't though I intend to keep a gentleman's promise with vermin."

"If I may ask, how do you know all of this is true?"

The older man eyed the younger. He saw the distrust, but the young man wanted to be sure before acting. Also a mark of a good Council's Head. "I have papers that have been passed from the heads of The Council for generations, Including some I found myself when I was younger than you are today." Quinton remembered looking into the safe quickly after returning to his office. "They are hidden safely away now, but soon perhaps, I will share them with you."

"Yes, Sir." Randall nodded, giving the appropriate respect for the man he had all but insulted.

"Now young Mister Thornton, nothing we have said shall ever pass these four walls. We are agreed?"

Randall stood, and extended his hand. "Agreed , Sir."





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