Snippet - Pure

["Hill, Cheryl" <cheryl.hill@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Author: Cheryl Hill
Email: CherylSHill@xxxxxxx or drana_datora@xxxxxxxxxxx
Disclaimer: None of the characters associated with BuffyTVS belong to me. 
Pairing: None, yet
Rating: Not sure, probably a UK15 or less
Distribution: Whoever is mad enough to want it can take it, just let me
know where it's going. 
Feedback: Please, any comments/criticism are welcome.
Note: I promised Carol that if I didn't finish this fic I would at least
post it as a snippet. So here it is. 
Note 2: I have never finished a fic in my life so if you think this has
potential and you could continue it please do. If there is a lot of interest
it might give me the push to continue this myself but I can't make any
promises <G> 
Thanks: Carol Clarke, for just being Carol.

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She pushed through the earth covering her grave and her senses came to life.
She looked around at the many gravestones and crypts. She should have been
scared but all she felt was confusion. A haze covered her mind making it
hard to think or focus on anything other than the voice in her mind. The
voice spoke of power. Of invincibility. She would never have to be afraid
again. She would be one of the few, a master from birth. There would be no
need to fight, no need to create minions. They would come to her; they would
be drawn to her. She would be all-powerful and all would fall before her.
The demon urged her onwards. Gave her instructions on where to go. It
already knew what had to be done; the prophecy would come true, It would see
to it. The demon had been chosen for the task, you could possibly say
'trained' for it. 
When the girl was turned everything had to be perfect, there would only be
one chance, if anything went wrong the Demons Council would make sure that
It would pay. The threat was very real. The 'birth' had gone accordingly
now It had to take her safely to the next step. It used most of its energy
creating the mists over her mind, if that lifted she would remember her life
and all would be lost. 
Once she had fed the demon would have a stronger hold on her and the
ceremony could commence. If the demon could take her through the ceremony it
would be greatly rewarded. It would be granted its true form; it would no
longer need a host body to exist. It would be the first pure vampire, a
vampire without the accursed human traits that remained when merging with
the host. A vampire could only remove so much without permanently damaging
the human body. The humans' soul remained trapped in a far corner of the
vampires' mind, plaguing it until the vampire was strong enough to quiet it
forever. It laughed //Vampires do have a soul, just not their own// It was
quite ironic that the Demon Council had created the role reversal for this
ones 'birth'. The demon now played the annoying little 'conscience' and, if
it were not for the threat of failure, would have been loving every minute
of it. 

//Walk towards the gates// The demon created a mental picture of the gates
at the far end of the cemetery. 

At first she walked slowly, unsure of her movements, but with each step her
confidence grew until she was almost running. Dodging and jumping over
gravestones with ease, as if they weren't even there. 

The demon laughed with joy, the girl possessed all of the traits that
prophecy foretold. A fledgling vampire would never have been able to achieve
this with all past memories blocked. It should have been like teaching a
small child to walk. Her instincts were on overload; the vampire could feel
the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Another thing she should not
possess. Her body was, by all intents and purposes, dead but it acted as
though it was alive. The demon could feel her heart pumping...what, he did
not know. The girl was drained at death, if it was a normal turning she
would have been an empty vessel for the vampire to fill. 

The girl reached the gates and stopped, awaiting the demons next command.
The gate was locked. 

//Pick up the padlock// 

The girl reached forward and took the padlock in her left hand.

The demon saw this as an opportunity to test the girls' strength //Squeeze
the padlock// 

To the demons amazement the padlock shattered between her fingers. Shards of
metal exploded from both sides, the chain slipped from the bars and fell to
the floor. The gates creaked open and the girl walked through. 


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Let me know what you think. I haven't named the characters so if you take up
the challenge to continue this you can chose who you want her to be.

Cheryl