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Lamia Edo by Heather
 
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Disclaimer:They are not mine, I just want to play.
A/N: If it looks like I am taking an idea from someone else, I did not mean to. As far as I know, these ideas are all my own. I want to thank Jocelyn and slaymesoftly for being my betas. This being my first fanfic, please don't kill me if you don't like.


Chapter One

In a world without a champion,
the Vampire Devourer comes.
Conceived of two mortals,
Born of two vampires.
From her birth she shall
call forth allies to her side.
Hers is the beginning of a new race.
Day and Night will end its battle,
a new era shall begin.
The battle against evil has begun,
Lead by the Peace Bringers.

Hank gently wiped a cool cloth across his mate’s brow. He was at a loss as to what to do. When he was turned, his one thought was of his wife; the concept of spending an eternity without her was unbearable. He did the only logical thing, at least in his mind, and turned her also. When they found that she had been with child when she was turned, and that apparently the child was still growing, they fled the vampire clan in fear. The others wanted to dust her. She was an unknown. Five months had passed and now it was time.

“The baby will not come, my love, and I do not know what to do,” Hank said in terror. Just then his beloved screamed. Hank could not bear it and he covered his ears. Even with his hands acting as a shield, blood poured from his damaged ear drums. He closed his eyes in pain, fell over, and blacked out, unable to withstand the torturous sound.

He slowly opened his senses trying to figure out what happened. It hit him like a tidal wave that he was unable to stand against. His mate was gone. The grief rolled over him in waves of pain. The connection was gone. He was alone. He could no longer feel her with his mind. His demon roared in anger and despair. After a few moments, or it could have been hours or days, another presence began to make itself known.

Hank opened his eyes and looked upon his daughter for the first time. Power, it had to be power, made his demon want to run. The feeling, no, the need, to survive told him to run. Hank pushed that back. This child was all that he had left of his wife. He gently picked up the child, dusted his mate’s ashes off her, and cradled her head against his neck with one hand, leaving his other free to help him stand.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain and jerked his daughter away from him. Blood dribbled down his neck. Hank was shocked to say the least. He narrowed his eyes and actually looked at his daughter for the first time. Her eyes were silver instead of gold. Her face did not look like a normal vampire, as far as he could tell, but she did have two small fangs. And she was crying. Hank slowly placed her back at his neck and his daughter once again latched on and started suckling.

“Well, I guess this means that you are not human, child,” Hank chuckled. “Now we need a name; how about Elizabeth, yeah?" Hank chuckled again, using a finger to wipe off some of the blood that covered the child’s lower face. “Yes, I think Elizabeth is perfect. Daddy’s little Buffy.” Hank chuckled yet again as he went off to clean his daughter.

~*~

Seven years, seven months later……..

Angel walked along the streets of L.A. with hunched shoulders, his mind in turmoil. He kept going back to earlier that night. He kept playing what the homeless woman had said over and over in his mind. Her words had shocked him. So much so, that by the time the shock wore off, he could find no trace of her.

“Your torment will come to an end, just make the right choice. Remember what her soul has taught you.”

Sulking along, his shoulders fell even lower, thinking there was no way that a human could even come close to knowing the guilt he bore. No one could understand his guilt, for that was his curse- to bear a greater guilt than ever known to human- or demon-kind.

Angel stopped. ‘What was that?’ Using stealth learned from over two hundred and fifty years of existence, he made his way to the sounds of fighting. He had no intention of stopping it; he was just curious. Watching a good fight was the only thing that brought him even the smallest amount of pleasure. After one hundred years of this curse, well, beggars could not be choosers.

By the time that he got there, the fight was over. He was, however, able to hear what was being said without letting anyone know that he was listening.

“You should have just killed her. Then, maybe, you could have lived.”

“She is my daughter! I will not kill her!”

“Well, now, you have no choice. The poison will reduce you to dust before you can get back to her. There is no way you can stop us now. We will find her. And as you lay there, unable to move, slowly turning to dust, know that you could have given her an easy death. But no, you had to fight and disobey the order. The Master will sup upon her blood, and he will make sure that she will suffer for the past eight years that you have dared to think that you could win against your sire.”

Angel watched as the vampire turned and left. He let his eyes drift to the other vampire that lay on the alley floor. He was surprised when he heard the man wail his grief out into the night.

“My Elizabeth, I have failed. My poor Buffy, I am so sorry!!” He was dust before the echo of his cry died.

It took only seconds to make a choice. He would save this child. As he took off to follow the other, he didn't think of his decision, didn't realize that this was the first step to lifting his curse and changing his demon.
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