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Slayer of Slayers

Warnings:I do not own, nor do I claim to own any of the copyright or characters within the Buffyverse which includes but not limited to the television shows Buffy and Angel, as well as the Darkhorse comics series’ continuation.

15+ Strong to moderate violence, Graphic to mild descriptions of gore, and torture, sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, mild to strong language, and practices of witchcraft.

M/M, F/F, M/F, GEN, OTHER +

PART NINE LINK HERE

Part Ten: Prophecy's Boy

Theo Frey’s affiliation with the first slayer was a strange one, his entire life mission was to become a slayer to eradicate all slayers, especially his birth mother Buffy Summers, and yet during a prehistoric time when everything and everyone was stripped away from him he had reluctantly formed some form of friendship with the primeval Sineya, bonding through their chaotic creation and so he joined her on some of her adventures in slaying until he was brought back to the present time, back to his current grievances, and surrounded by those ready for him to take his revenge. Theo never realized how deeply Sineya impacted her life until he saw her spirit on vampire island, her serving as a reminder to him of a simpler time where he lived his life without vengeance and how that led him to do good alongside the first slayer until he returned to evil crutches of vampire Drusilla and as the vampire/slayer hybrid stood right next to the unopened Hellmouth in the caves of vampire island, being surrounded by an undead army, he couldn’t help but think of the time he spent with Sineya. “They only call you a king because they do not truly know what you really are neither do you yet,” Sineya said to him through her telepathic ways, her words piercing his mind as she appeared as a spirit only, he could see, standing next to him. “Slayer of slayers is just another name, Theo, nothing but a name but none are what you really are…this is now what you truly are.” Theo looked around at his undead army to see if anyone else could see the first slayer knowing deep down that she was only appearing to him, appealing to a good side of him he thought he could bury forever, as she urged him to not bring about the end of the world, to change his ways, and accept his true destiny. “They need to pay they need to all pay!” Theo shouted, grabbing the attention of his fellow vampires who instantly cheered him on, believing that his words were words of war before he would proceed to open the Hellmouth. “They have paid the price already, as have you, and even her…there’s nothing left to pay except your destiny, and this is not it!” The primeval one replied to him telepathically with her cryptic words being said in his mind. “Your blood and your blood alone will open the mouth of hell, but you are so much more than your blood, a prophecy has been calling you long before your birth it is up to you if you want to continue ignoring it for a mission of vengeance or if you want to become what you were truly created to be.” Suddenly, Sineya’s spirit disappeared once again as Buffy, Faith, Angel, Spike, Illyria, Xander, Ruby, and Giles ran into the caves to meet Theo and his army, all equipped with weapons and ready to go to war if needed to stop Theo from opening the Hellmouth, as the slayer of slayer realized that one way or another, he was not making it out of Vampire Island alive…

Theo and his dedicated team of vampires fought against Buffy, Faith, Angel, Spike, Illyria, Xander, Ruby, and Giles viciously as Theo himself went head to head with the blue-haired goddess Illyria, the one who killed his undead lover Tobias, throwing a series of punches and kicks at the old one, making little to no impact, before Illyria proceeded to fight back against the slayer of slayers gaining the upper hand with ease as she showed her superior strength while beating Theo into submission as he fell to the ground, ready to be killed by the same woman who had killed the love of his life, but Angel quickly left his ongoing fight to rush over to his son’s side, eager to save him from being killed by Illyria. “He is my son Illyria, please do not kill my son.” Angel pleaded with his friend, who reluctantly began to walk away from both Angel and Theo before taking to fight in the ongoing war surrounding them. “I may have your DNA or whatever but you’re not my father, you never raised me as my dad did, you weren’t there like he was, and you will never take his place.” Theo snapped at his undead father as he slowly got back to his feet, bruised, and bloodied from injuries he had sustained in his fight against the blue-haired goddess. “You look pretty beaten up; she really did a number on you huh?” Angel replied, choosing to ignore his son’s cruel words. “I know you a slaypire or whatever now but somehow you managed to keep your soul, I’ve never heard of a vampire doing that before I mean I have a soul, but I’m cursed…literally. Yet again you are also the first male slayer, which is another mystery.” “We’ve come too far to stop now my army will not stop until my blood opens that Hellmouth over there…unless there is no blood to be spilled,” Theo responded, as he began to realize that he still had the chance to do the right thing, something which was only validated when the spirit of the primeval slayer appeared to him once again, this time standing next to Angel, who was oblivious of her presence. This time Sineya did not have to communicate telepathically with the slayer of slayers because the look on her face told Theo everything he had to know, her look told him that he had forced a destiny on himself that was never truly meant to be and now all he was left to do was decide whether he let that same destiny lead to him destroying the world or if he was able to do the right thing for the first time, as he suddenly began to finally feel his own humanity beginning to creep back in, as he felt all the pain and suffering he caused to his many victims, through his many evil deeds, as he concluded there was the only way to make up any kind of penance for the monster he had become. “You are right,” Theo admitted to the spirit of Sineya, confusing an unknowing Angel in the process. “There’s only one way my blood cannot be spilled and that is if there is none.” Theo quickly grabbed the wooden stake he spotted in Angel’s jacket pocket and plunged it into his own chest knowing that turning to dust was the only solution out of the hell he would otherwise cause onto this world, leaving his biological father Angel in a state of pure shock and horror as he screamed out “No” with the strength of all his voice, catching Buffy’s attention who turned away from her fight just in time to watch alongside Angel as the son they shared together turned to dust before their very eyes. Suddenly, a red smoke, like the one that had turned Theo into a slayer, formed above Theo’s ashes before it began to spread itself throughout the cave growing bigger as it did so, proceeding to attack, ingest, violate, and turn Theo’s undead army into bursts of flames before they eventually turned to dust leaving Buffy, Angel, and their friends stunned by their bittersweet victory, one that came at a great cost.

The End…NOT

“Hello?” Theo called out as he walked into a darkly lit rundown bar, before noticing a sign saying Willy’s Place, as he proceeded to walk over to the bar counter noticing the place was completely empty, the vibe completely dead, as he began to wonder if this was hell, heaven, or something in-between, when suddenly he felt a warm feeling rush through him, that which felt like love in its purest form and as he turned out he was shocked to find a woman stood behind him, with the softest smile he had ever seen. “You may not know me but I’m your grandmother, from your mother’s side.” Joyce greeted her stepson, the two have never met before. “I know this all must be very confusing for you but I’m here to help while I can.” “Not to be rude or anything but are you not supposed to be like dead or something?” Theo replied as he struggled to get his head around whatever the hell was going on. “Well yes, but then again so are you.” Joyce laughed off innocently. “You know you look a lot like your father, but you have your mother’s heart, no matter how much you try to hide it and that smile of yours is truly beautiful I just wish there were more opportunities for you to show the world that smile.” “They are not my parents; my parents died a long time ago and I am sorry, but you are not my grandmother either.” Theo snapped at his biological grandmother, although his snap was nowhere near as bitter as it once was. “Is this hell?” “No honey it is not hell nor is it heaven, consider this your second chance,” Joyce informed him cryptically. “You walked a path you were never meant to walk and the powers that be are just trying to get you back onto the right path, instead of fighting for another destiny why not try embracing the one that’s already yours?” Theo had no idea what Joyce Summers meant by her words but before he could ask her, he found himself magically being transported from Willy’s Place in the now non-existent Sunnydale to the rundown Hyperion Hotel in Los Angeles, where he walked into the lobby to find a beautiful dark blonde-haired woman stood behind the reception desk with a bright smile on her face that told him she was expecting him. “So, you are my guy’s second son I get vampires normally do not have to worry about you know condoms and stuff, but you’d think after the first son tried to kill, he’d wrap it up from there on out but then again if he’s not worried about losing his soul then he’s probably now worrying about impregnating people.” Cordelia Chase said, greeting Theo as he walked over to her. “You’re all kinds of messed up perhaps more so than Connor and he was raised in a freaking hell dimension by some unhinged hunter who very rudely blew up my friend’s club with us in it nonetheless but hey at least you’re not as bad as Angelus now that is the part of your father that you do not want to take after!” “So, which ghost from Buffy or Angel’s past are you then? Are you Angel’s mother?” Theo asked Cordelia, much to her own disgust, which was clear on her face, making Theo realize she must have been a former lover. “Oh, so you’re not Darla which I doubt because Connor’s her son…leaving you being none other than pretty little rich girl turned high being broke bitch miss Cordelia Chase. I must admit of all the stories I heard about the infamous scooby gang, yours were always the most amusing!” “Well, I guess you got your daddy’s brains, and his looks tell me which part of you is Buffy?” Cordelia wondered. “None I hope!” Theo quickly responded, making Cordelia cackle. “Good one sniveling little cry Buffy is more than enough for my liking.” Cordelia joked with the son of the man she once loved, before going on to hand Theo a room key. “A little friendly warning this guy is no friend of your mum or dads so be wary also his face is all kinds of yuck but hey we’re supposed to give you the full unbiased experience but seriously his face is not going to be easy on your pretty little eyes.”

“So, you are the son of the slayer and Angelus…I have been expecting you, my boy.” The Master announced as Theo walked into the hotel room to find the legendary vampire stood waiting to introduce himself. “From your actions, you are more of Angelus’ child than Angel’s which pleases me immensely to know the girl who slew me now has a beast within her own bloodline. However, I hope there is some of the slayer's DNA in you too after all she was the only one to ever beat me.” “You must be The Master, Dru mentioned you once or twice there sure is a lot of hype about you in your heyday you know before Buffy beat you like some newbie vamp,” Theo replied, mocking the master of vampires. “Tobias bought into all that hype but me not so much…so why the hell are you the latest stop on my supernatural soul train?” “You have this arrogance about you that most definitely reminds me of your mother but unlike her you have been beaten time and time again, therefore, making this arrogance of yours truly unearned.” The Master responded, taking a swipe at the son of the slayer in the process. “Mummy spanked you so hard you turned to dust, I think it’s about time you lose the attitude when in the presence of someone who earned their legacy in this world and the next!” “Now don’t start talking about spanking unless your intent is to turn me on.” Theo recklessly flirted with the infamous vampire. “You have what I call a pillow face, but I can work with it if you want to get freaky…” “Right!” Anya Jenkins shouted before storming into the hotel room, The Master quickly vanishing out of sight the moment Anya entered the room. “I’m taking into this appointment because that is just seriously unsettling, and I’d rather not metaphorically spew all over Buffy’s boy as I try to knock some sense into you.” “Oh, great another bloody ghost from their past!” Theo complained as he turned to face the former vengeance demon, quickly becoming tired of whatever the hell was going on around him. “I’m Anya formerly known as Anyanka formerly known as a vengeance demon, one of the best vengeance demons actually then I almost married your mother’s friend Xander until you know he ditched me at the altar and long before he knocked up the little brat we used to babysit,” Anya answered him, clearly unamused with Xander’s choice of partner to co-parent with. “Now I’m just Anya an ally to the powers that be, who’d have thought it…certainly not me anyway.” “Here’s the thing, I’m growing really tired of this bullshit, and after sacrificing myself for I guess the greater good I could really just do with a nap or something. I am so not in the mood for whatever is going on here nor do I give a damn that your man dumped you for someone younger it happens love get over it!” Theo quickly dismissed the former vengeance. “Sorry that your dead but I’m dead too so how about you go haunt the living? I suggest that knucklehead builder who broke your heart especially considering he has a thing for building prisons now and needs a good little scare for that alone.” “Listen here you little snot-nosed slayer, vamp, brat! I am over a thousand years old, and I will not be spoken to that by someone who is technically an error on human history.” Anya snapped back at the slayer of slayers. “Go get yourself a drink or something! Let someone else deal with you, I’m asking for a pay raise…come to think of it, does money still smell as good as it used to?” As Theo became more and more convinced that he was in hell, Anya took the look on his disapproving face to say he wasn’t going to answer her question, and instead of sticking around to force it out of him, she proceeded to leave the hotel room eager to get back to her own afterlife knowing that the next person to visit Theo would definitely be able to put up with his attitude better than she could, or rather was willing to.

Theo didn’t hang around for long before he decided to search for this infamous hotel bar that Anya had suggested to him, wondering if there was even a bar within this rundown, seemingly abandoned place, but after going up and down several floors he finally found the bar the former vengeance demon was referring to as he opened the door, walked through, and suddenly found himself transported to the dive bar he shared with Tobias, only Tobias was not behind the bar, a mousy blonde-haired woman was, a bewitching beauty. “It’s funny the places you wind up when you are not even going in that direction or at least so you thought. It’s hard to accept new paths that are laid out for you but sooner or later you just got to, or you spend forever unhappy and forever’s a very long time.” Tara Maclay informed Theo as he walked over to the bar counter, trying to work out who this bartender was and why they were in some dream-world version of his home. “I much prefer this bar to the last one I’ll give you that,” Theo admitted as he sat down on a barstool and waited for Tara to pour him a glass of whisky on the rocks, to which he quickly downed in one gulp upon being served it. “Which ghost of Buffy and Angel’s past are you?” “I was once Tara, now I’m something else entirely, I am no longer her, and yet her memories remain. It’s funny how they don’t tell you about that when you become a higher being nor do they tell you that despite how much you want to you can never truly reclaim your past, you can never truly get back to where you really want to be.” Tara revealed to the slayer of slayers, as Theo remembered a conversation, he had with Willow about a woman she had love and lost, and how her name was Tara. “I know she feels the same way,” Theo reassured her in a rare act of kindness, as he reached out to hold her hand to comfort the clearly saddened spirit. “See that’s the kindness, that’s signs of your soul, one that was too powerful to be destroyed by demons or anything else that has been thrown at you.” Tara genuinely replied as Theo took his hand back, uncomfortable by showing what he considered to be a weakness but was actually just plain old sympathy. “You have been fighting on the wrong side for all the wrong reasons Theo and I know you know that now even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself you want redemption, more than that you need it.” “Even if you were right, I’m dead now all done and dusted far too late to even try redeeming myself for all the terrible things I have done,” Theo replied, not wanting to admit to the former witch turned higher being that she was right, that he did want redemption, that he wanted to amend for the things he has done, that he had finally seen the error of his ways, and his hatred was placed in all the wrong places. “Oh, sweetie you’re not dead you’re just on a time out, which is sort of over now,” Tara replied before Tristan found himself being transported one last time, only this time he had been transported back to vampire island, to the very spot he had staked himself, standing in his own leftover ashes as he looked around the abandoned caves more confused than ever before as he tried to work out what he had just experienced, why he was back on that island, and what would happen next. “I told you there was another destiny for you, my friend,” Sineya revealed telepathically as her words once again pierced their way into Theo’s mind after her spirit appeared in front of the former slayer of slayers. “And now it has begun…you are no longer the slayer of slayers or the vampire with a soul intact, now you are at one with the very demon itself, this is your destiny!”

The End…of Volume One

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buffyversefanfiction · 3 years ago

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Slayer of Slayers

15+ Strong to moderate violence, Graphic to mild descriptions of gore, and torture, sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, mild to strong language, and practices of witchcraft.

M/M, F/F, M/F, GEN, OTHER +

PART THREE LINK HERE

Part Five - Buffy's Boy

Los Angeles, California, roughly one year ago.

Faith Lehane found herself running frantically through the badly lit underground sewer tunnels, her feet drenched by the sewer water as she held a new-born baby boy in her arms, Buffy Summers’s baby boy, wrapped up warmly in blankets as she rushed around a corner to find Willow Rosenberg stood there casting some spell in a language she did not understand as a large blue colored portal appeared from out of thin air, their way out of the sewers, and away from what they were running from. “Willow if we wait for us all to get through this portal of yours then those bastards are just going to follow us, we got to stop them following us somehow.” Faith told the redheaded witch, as she continued to hold Buffy’s child in her arms, fearing for the baby boy’s life, fearing they were not enough to protect him. “I’m going through first and I’ll place him somewhere safe then come back to help lighten the load here before we get Buffy through and only Buffy,” Willow replied to Faith as she took the baby boy out of Faith’s hands and into her embrace. “Then we keep the fight going for as long as we can, I’ve made it so we will not remember where they go so, they cannot find some magic way of getting it out of me but I’m sure Buffy will find some way to get in touch when things are less apocalyptic.” “You do you, Will.” Faith responded as Willow walked into the portal with the baby, before the slayer pulled out a wooden stake from her jacket pocket, as she heard fighting, weapons, and death, growing closer and closer. Elsewhere, Willow appeared in an alleyway in the middle of a dead night, knowing the baby and his mother would be safe in a past where the child had not even been born yet, as she looked for a nearby doorway to safely place the child just long enough for Buffy to find him once they got her through the portal too. “I’m sure not going to win any aunt awards anytime soon for dumping you in a dark alleyway like some awful woman, but I promise your mum will be right here and you will finally get to live a happy safe life without all these mean old monsters,” Willow told the baby as she gently placed him on the doorstep, not wanting to leave him but knowing that she had no other choice. The once sleeping baby began crying as if he knew he was being abandoned somehow, but Willow had no choice but to ignore his cries for attention as she ran back through the portal ready to help her friends survive a battle against hell itself and help Buffy reunite with her son. As she returned to through the portal and back into the underground sewers, she returned to see Buffy and Faith fighting side by side against vampires, demons, and all different kinds of creatures, all wanting Buffy’s child, and so she quickly summoned sunlight ball in between her hands before letting it loose on the warring crowd, instantly turning all vampires there to dust, giving the three of them the upper hand as they continued their battle. “Willow, the portal, where the hell did it go?” Buffy shouted at her friend as she broke through the crowd of monsters to find the portal, she was meant to go through was already gone. “Willow! My son…he’s gone.” And just like that, the portal, along with any chance of reuniting with her new-born child, had completely disappeared during a battle against evil, leaving Buffy truly devastated by the loss of her son, as she struggled to take in the shock of it all, the weight of what she had just lost, Buffy just stood there speechless… “It��s okay Buffy it will be okay Willow’s going to find some way of getting him back or re-opening the portal so you can go to him.” Faith said, attempting to reassure Buffy, as she, Buffy, and Willow now stood looking at a brick wall within the underground sewer tunnels with nothing around them except the corpses of creatures that did not turn to dust, bust into flames, or explode. “There’s no way of opening the correct portal not knowing where that portal even led to, I mean I can still feel the magic from the portal having closed so maybe I can try hijack that magic somehow and magically crowbar

it back open,” Willow responded with a saddened sigh, somehow knowing in her gut her plan would not work. “We will get him back Buffy!” Faith repeated as Buffy continued to stand there speechless with a look of pure heartbreak on her face and tears forming in her eyes, never seeing her fellow slayer as defeated as she was in that moment. “Maybe I could try a locating spell, but I’d have to that in several different dimensions if he is not in this one which I doubt we would have gone to all this effort to just teleport him halfway around the world.” Willow tried suggesting, but as she spoke, she realized that it too would not work. Many minutes passed as the three women stayed standing in the same place, staring at a brick wall which once had a portal there, Faith having given up her little words of encouragement and Willow having run out of ideas on how to find Buffy’s child, as Buffy realized, she had become a mother and lost her child within a handful of days. “Wherever he is now I can only hope he’s safer there than he ever was here.” Buffy finally spoke as she used her sleeve to wipe away her tears, attempting and failing to pull herself together as she realized, she may never see her son again. “This must have been what Angel went through with Connor…we can’t let him have to feel this pain all over again!” “B we will find a way to get him back!” Faith repeated herself one final time. “Stop saying that you do not know that and even if we do, he might not even be the same baby boy he was just moments ago…he’s gone…my baby’s gone!” Buffy snapped at Faith before she began breaking down and sobbing, falling to her knees, not caring about being covered in the sewerage water. “I was a fool to think I could ever be a mother while still being a slayer, we were fools to think we could protect him and still have him in our lives…he’s going to grow up in a strange world not knowing that I’d have done anything for him, that all I wanted was for him to be safe.” “I am so sorry Buffy I really thought this would have worked.” Willow cried as she knelt to hug her sobbing friend, knowing her apologies would not lessen her pain as she continued to hold her tighter and tighter, just being there was all she could do for her now.

Los Angeles, California, the early 2000s.

After having just escaped being burned alive at the hands of their beloved Angel, hurt and defeated Drusilla and Darla were walking through the streets of Los Angeles attempting to figure out their next move as they finally decided to give up on the idea of ever getting Angelus back when suddenly Drusilla came to a stop, confusing Darla in the process, as her fellow vampire began walking down a nearby alleyway, to which Darla quickly followed, wondering what her deranged fanged friend was up to now if she had seen another one of her visions or if she had just gone completely mad like she was ever not, and she followed her, Darla was left delighted by the sight of a new-born baby left on a nearby doorstep but as Darla proceed to walk towards it she was shocked Drusilla pulled out her arm to stop her. “No mummy this little baby is far too important to wind up as just one of our snacks,” Drusilla stated, denying a frustrated Darla her want for the innocent child’s blood. “I see a very powerful darkness within him, a bitterness which will only ripen as he grows up, and all the fabulous chaos he will inflict on this world.” “As good as all that sounds honey I’m hungry now!” Darla replied, not fully believing Drusilla’s latest prediction. “Silly mummy does not see who you are yet,” Drusilla told the little baby who awoke as she lifted him up in her arms, looking into the baby’s eyes with pure adoration, as the baby did not cry, nor barely make a sound. “This child will bring that girl down, something neither you nor me nor even Angelus could do.” “So, you’re telling me that the little brat you are holding will one day take out that peppy little slayer?” Darla asked her fellow vampire; her curiosity has now peaked. “Slayers do not usually last that long but if anyone is going to break that rule it would have to be her.” “Buffy will survive far more than anyone before her and anyone after her, but this child once fully grown will be the one thing she cannot beat, and hell will descend on earth once he discovers his true power,” Drusilla said with glee in her voice as she began rocking the baby back and forth, immediately besotted with the son of the slayer. “Well just in case you are right I suppose we can spare the little brat but the next baby we find is all mine!” Darla reluctantly accepted Drusilla’s decision. Darla was right to put her hopes in Drusilla’s special abilities proving to be true, but she would not see that day for her fate led her down a different path, leading to her becoming the first pregnant vampire and sacrificing herself so her own son could be born, her son Connor being Angel’s first-born miracle child and therefore Theo’s older half-brother.

Riverborn, California, 2016.

Theo Frey, a name chosen by his adoptive parents, was far from the twisted slayer of slayers he would one day become in fact he prided himself in being top of his class, volunteering at his local town library, and being something of an overachiever. Theo lived the perfect little suburban life with his doting parents, his best friend Ruby Moon, and his secret high school romance with Riverborn High’s favorite jock Lucien Knight. Riverborn was a small town located about 2 hours from Los Angeles and only an hour away from where the town of Sunnydale once was and from the age of baby until his sixteenth birthday, it was home to Theo Frey, a home he would forever cherish even after his spiral into darkness which led to him going down a path he could never return from. Theo awoke early the morning of his sixteenth birthday, ate breakfast with his parents, and unwrapped his birthday gifts before getting ready for another day at Riverborn High as he met up with his best friend Ruby and proceeded to walk to school together like they did every day before school. “So, tonight we are totally going to this party to celebrate your birthday, albeit we will be around a bunch of people who will probably not even know we are but hey it’s still a party!” Ruby informed her friend as she and Theo continued to walk through the streets of Riverborn, heading towards their school. “Are you kidding me? My parents want to celebrate my birthday the way they have done since I told them I was too old for kid parties…with a family game night because that’s the adult equivalent to them, that and the idea of me being at an actual party where I could have actual fun shakes them to their core worse than when I pick a horror on movies night.” Theo complained, knowing his parents would never let him go to a party until he was 18 as they previously stated to him. “Sixteen is the year of rebellion I mean your parents are just waiting for the day you rebel they were kids once too and I doubt their parents were as strict as they are,” Ruby said, suggesting to Theo to break the rules for once. “Your parents are nowhere near as strict as you are on yourself so let your hair down for once, your secret straight guy crush Lucien’s going to be there.” “Are you forgetting the part where you’re not supposed to know? How is nobody supposed to know? If I went to this party tonight and he acted like I did not exist then I do not know if I could survive it…or if I could keep seeing him after that, even though I know it would not be about me it would still hurt.” Theo reluctantly admitted to his best friend. “You have it bad for this one, don’t you? The first one’s always the one that hurt you most but when they do you move on and wind up loving someone even more than you loved the one before…eventually.” Ruby advised him. “Just come to the party Theo, I’ll tell my parents I'm with you, you tell yours the same, and we’ll head to the woods for one hell of a night! And if Lucien Knight is not ready to even acknowledge you then we will deal with that with the drink I’m stealing off my parents.” “Fine.” Theo sighed, giving in to his friend, knowing he could not argue with Ruby when she was determined to get her way, and deep down wanting a night of wild teenage fun, even if it ended in heartbreak for himself.

The infamous high school party was taken deep within the woods of Riverborn late at night, Riverborn being one of the towns to come to the realization that the supernatural exist later than most of the world as they held on to their ignorance and sense of simpler times for as long as they could. Theo was not exactly having the best time as he continued drinking from a plastic cup containing beer, Ruby having scampered off with a guy and a girl, a couple that she went to work on seducing the moment they got to the party, and although he had seen Lucien, and was not ignored by him, the two did not share many words until much later that night when Lucien and Theo had many more drinks and found the confidence to sneak away from the party themselves, going deeper into the woods. “I was not expecting you here tonight I mean I thought you were spending your sweet sixteenth with the parents,” Lucien admitted to Theo as the secret lovers continued to walk deeper into the woods. “I’m glad you did though, it seems like I never get the opportunity to see you recently.” “Well, that’s the thing about keeping everything secret sure it’s hot and everything but all the sneaking around is kind of hard work…not that I want us to be public or anything, not that I even consider us…oh god you know what I mean…I hope you do.” Theo replied nervously, wanting more from Lucien but too scared to be too honest with him. “I know what you mean,” Lucien said reassuring Theo, as the two stopped by a nearby tree, Lucien looking around to check the coast is clear before pushing Theo up against that nearby tree and kissing him passionately. “Right now, it’s just you and I and the rest of the world does not exist nor does its rules or expectations.” “I like the sound of that.” Theo gushed before continuing to passionately make out with his high school sweetheart, deciding to save the relationship talk for another night, another night that would never come.

Following a party than a fumble in the woods, Theo eventually began his walk home knowing he had stayed way past the time his parents went to bed and that he could easily sneak in with his house keys, go to bed, and then come up with a lie to explain his presence come morning time but sadly for Theo that night had other plans for him which he quickly discovered upon walking up to his family home, where he was shocked to see the living room was still on. Theo quickly walked up to his front door where he noticed it was ever so slightly open like it had not been closed right and the wind had blown it open ever so slightly, but as he walked into the foyer of his family home and made his way into the living room the heart-breaking truth was soon realized. “Mum…” Theo said in shock, as eyes couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing, his mother, the woman who had raised, and loved him, was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, blood that had soaked into the carpet as he stood there frozen in both fear and utter heartbreak for a few minutes before he was able to move. He then rushed over to his mother, picking up her head into his arms, as he noticed the marks on her neck, marks that were caused by a vampire, although he did not realize that just yet, as he hugged his mother’s lifeless body, sobbing while shaking her, hoping, and praying that she would wake up but knowing from the coldness of her touch that she was already gone. “Dad…daddy?” Theo shouted in an almost childlike voice, filled with innocence, as he laid his mother’s head back onto the floor, now covered in her blood, as he ran back into the foyer, and began searching for his father throughout the house, fearing he would find him in a similar state but hoping he was for some reason out of the house when his mother died. Theo’s search for his father ended in the kitchen where he found him spread across the kitchen floor similarly in a pool of his own blood just like he had found his mother, and it was right then the gravity of everything forced him down to his knees as he continued to sob uncontrollably, his family gone within a blink of an eye, his innocence lost forever, and the two people who had loved him more than anything were slaughtered by someone or something he could not even fathom. “Do not worry my darling baby boy I am here to ensure what happened to your parents tonight will not also be your fate,” Drusilla announced as she walked into the kitchen, shocking Theo by her sudden arrival. “I am going to make you strong…so strong that you will get your revenge for their loss, and then seek out revenge for everybody else who played a part in your awful birthday surprise.”

Many Years Later, Undisclosed location.

Theo awaked from what felt like an endless slumber wearing nothing but a pair of silk black boxers in the middle of what looked like the woods only to find himself laid on a large boulder-like lock, as he began having flashbacks of the last moments he was awake leading to him searching his body for the bullet wounds inflicted on him by Rupert Giles were completely healed, better than healed, there were no signs he had ever been hurt. “Finally, you are awake mummy forgot just how much you liked your sleep, but this was no usual nap, my darling boy,” Drusilla announced as she appeared from behind a tree and walked over to the man she loved, in her own way, like a son. “Did you…turn me?” Theo asked as he climbed off the rock and stood on his own two feet, fearing he was now a vampire, something he did not realize until that moment, he never wanted. “No, my, magnificent man I did not,” Drusilla replied lovingly, as she lifted her left hand towards Theo’s face and began stroking his cheek gently, relieved to be reunited with him once again. “You turned yourself…when I found you, you had lost a lot of blood just like a human is drained off the blood before becoming a vampire…then you died briefly and the very blood running through your veins, Angelus’ blood, turned you into a vampire, the first-ever vampire that sired themselves…and with the slayer strength also a part of you, your true destiny has finally begun."

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