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เรื่องราว MidReal
The Vampire's Mate
สถานการณ์:Angel/us find his mate Buffy after a long time and she has has his son Conner
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Angelus
living in the 21st century. He is brooding, protective, and conflicted. Angelus struggles with his past and his desire for redemption. He discovers Buffy Summers, his former love, has given birth to his son Connor. Overwhelmed by this revelation, he grapples with the responsibility of being a father and the danger that comes with it. His journey revolves around protecting Buffy and Connor from the threats of Spike and other vampires.
Buffy Summers
destined to fight vampires and save humanity. She is strongwilled, determined, and resilient. After giving birth to Connor, she faces challenges as a single mother while continuing her duties as a slayer. Her relationship with Angelus remains complicated due to their past and the danger he poses to her son's life. Despite this, she remains committed to protecting Connor and ensuring his safety above all else.
Connor
vulnerable, and unaware of his true identity as a halfvampire child. Born into a world filled with danger from vampires like Spike who seek to harm him for being Angelus's offspring. His existence adds complexity to Buffy's life as she navigates her responsibilities as both a slayer and a mother while ensuring his safety from those who seek to harm him.
Angel/us
Buffy
"Angelus," she whispered.
"I've been looking for you."
"You've found me, Slayer," I said, pulling her closer.
"I never thought I'd see you again."
"Same here," she said, her eyes locked on mine.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to find you, Buffy," I replied, my voice filled with emotion.
"I need to see you."
"Why? What's going on?"
She looked concerned.
"Is everything okay?"
Everything was not okay.
I had lost my soul and become Angelus again.
But I couldn't tell her that.
Not yet.
"I just needed to see you. Make sure you're okay," I said, trying to reassure her.
She looked at me skeptically, but then nodded.
"I'm fine. But what—"
Suddenly, a scream echoed through the streets.
Buffy's eyes snapped to the distance, and she took off, leaving me standing alone.
I sighed, shaking my head.
I had found her, but now I had lost her again.
I didn't know what to do.
I walked through the streets of modern-day Los Angeles, feeling out of place in the 21st century.
I had traveled through time, leaving Sunnydale and all that I knew behind me.
I had done it for one reason—to be with her again.
But now, I didn't know if that was possible.
She had looked at me like I was a stranger.
I trailed behind her, careful not to be seen.
The streets were dimly lit, and I could see her silhouette in the distance.
She moved quickly, her senses on high alert.
The scream had come from an alley nearby, and I could tell she was heading in that direction.
I followed her, keeping a safe distance.
I knew Spike could be lurking around here somewhere, waiting for his chance to strike.
I watched as she approached the alley cautiously, her eyes scanning the area.
She stepped inside, and I saw her tense up, ready for a fight.
I moved closer, staying hidden in the shadows.
Suddenly, a figure lunged at her from the darkness.
She dodged expertly and landed a powerful kick to his chest.
I saw my chance and stepped out into the light.
"Buffy," I called, my voice steady, "let me help."
She turned to me, her eyes flicking to the shadows, searching for any sign of Spike.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"We fight together, Angelus."
I moved closer, my eyes scanning the alley for any other threats.
We moved into position, back-to-back, ready for whatever came next.
A figure lunged at us from the darkness, and Buffy swiftly staked it.
I grabbed another, snapping its neck with a quick twist of my hand.
We fought in silence, our movements fluid and synchronized from years of battling side by side.
As we cleared the alley, I glanced over at her, then at the street ahead.
I could see the street was empty, but I knew that could change at any moment.
We walked in sync, our footsteps echoing off the quiet street.
We stayed close, our eyes scanning every shadow for any sign of danger.
A rustling in a nearby dumpster made us pause, but it was just a stray cat rummaging through the trash.
We continued on, our senses on high alert.
The tension between us was palpable, but we didn't need words to know what the other was thinking.
We were both thinking about the same thing—our son, Conner.
I glanced over at her, my eyes meeting hers briefly.
She had her stake clutched tightly in her hand, ready for whatever might come next.
She looked at me, her expression unreadable.
I turned back to the street ahead, my eyes scanning for any sign of movement.
We walked on, our footsteps echoing off the quiet street.
The only sound was the distant hum of a car driving by, and the occasional barking of a dog in the distance.
The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and leaves.
As we turned a corner, I caught sight of a figure standing in the shadows.
I tensed, my eyes locked on the figure.
Buffy followed my gaze, her grip on her stake tightening.
We moved cautiously towards the figure, our senses on high alert.
As we drew closer, I could see that it was Spike.
He stood in the shadows, his eyes fixed on us.
Buffy's grip on her stake tightened even more, her knuckles white with tension.
I could feel her anger radiating off of her like heat.
I stepped forward, my eyes locked on Spike.
"Where is our son?"
Spike smirked, his eyes glinting in the dim light.
He stepped forward, his movements fluid and confident.
"Follow me," he said, turning to walk down the street.
We followed him, our eyes never leaving his back.
The streets were dark and deserted, the only sound the distant hum of a car driving by.
We walked for what felt like hours, Spike leading us deeper into the heart of the city.
The buildings grew taller and more rundown, their windows boarded up and graffiti covering the walls.
We turned down a narrow alley, the air thick with the smell of trash and decay.
Buffy's grip on her stake tightened, her eyes fixed on Spike's back.
I could feel her anger radiating off of her like heat.
Spike stopped in front of an old warehouse, its doors covered in rust and cobwebs.
He turned to face us, his smirk still firmly in place.
"Conner's inside," he said, his voice dripping with malice. I stepped forward, my eyes locked on Spike.
Buffy moved beside me, her stake clutched tightly in her hand.
We exchanged a quick glance, then moved towards the warehouse door.
The air was thick with tension as we approached the door.
I could feel Buffy's anger radiating off of her like heat.
She was ready to fight for our son, and I was right beside her.
I kicked open the door, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room.
The air was thick with dust and cobwebs hung from the ceiling.
There was a figure standing in the center of the room, its back to us.
It slowly turned around, revealing Conner's face twisted into a grotesque grimace.
His eyes were black as coal and his skin was deathly pale.
Buffy and I stood frozen, realizing our son was no longer the boy we once knew.
I grabbed Buffy's hand, whispering "We'll save him together."
She gripped my hand tightly, her eyes fixed on our son.
The air was thick with tension as we stood in the dimly lit warehouse.
The only sound was the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath our feet.
Conner's black eyes stared back at us, unblinking.
Buffy took a step forward, her voice steady as she called out to him.
"Conner, it's us. Mom and dad."
I followed close behind her, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger.
Conner remained motionless, his pale skin looking almost translucent in the dim light.
Buffy reached out a trembling hand, placing it gently on Conner's arm.
I watched as a flicker of recognition crossed his face.
We took another step closer, our movements slow and deliberate.
Conner's black eyes tracked our every move, but he remained still.
I kept my gaze fixed on him, ready to react at a moment's notice.
Buffy extended her hand again, her voice soft yet firm as she spoke to the son we once knew.
I stood guard, my senses on high alert as we edged closer to our son.
The air was thick with tension, the only sound the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath our feet.
Conner's pale skin seemed to glow faintly in the dim light, his black eyes staring back at us unblinking.
We moved cautiously towards him, our movements slow and deliberate.
I could feel Buffy's hand trembling in mine, her grip tightening as we neared our son.
"Conner, please, we know you're still in there," Buffy pleaded, her voice breaking slightly.
For a moment, his expression softened, a flicker of the boy we knew shining through.
But then his face twisted again, and he hissed, "You shouldn't have come."
I edged closer, my movements measured and cautious.
Buffy stood beside me, her eyes fixed on our son.
The air was thick with tension, the only sound the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath our feet.
"Conner, we love you," Buffy whispered, her voice barely audible.
I kept my gaze locked on our son, ready to react at a moment's notice.
His black eyes flickered, a hint of the boy we once knew shining through.
Buffy extended her hand again, her voice steady as she spoke to the son we once knew.
"Conner, please come back to us."
I stood guard, my senses on high alert as we edged closer to our son.
The air was thick with tension, the only sound the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath our feet.
Conner's lips curled into a sneer, his voice cold and distant.
"Love? You think love can fix this?"
Buffy took a deep breath, her resolve unwavering.
