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Summary: The Gypsies restore Angel's soul, but he's not the only vampire with one...
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"...Quod Purtitum est in venietur!" the curse was finished. Glott went to tell the one they called Angelus of his new gift. But that did not matter now, something worse was much more close at hand, and the elder who had cursed the handsome demon’s life forever, was astounded. Natalia was beginning to move! Maybe the vampire hadn’t killed her after all, but she had no pulse, wait… oh, yes, that’s right, all vampires can change one into their own!
"Watch out!" she shouted, "she has become one of them!"
Far off, she heard the denials of Angelus but they had stopped suddenly, for he too, was speechless. Glott had turned away from the demon but was likewise immobile. Because of this he was not able to stop little Sophie-anne from running up to her sister, screaming "Natalia, Natalia, you’re back!" No one was also able to stop Natalia when she grabbed the screaming child and sucked her little sister’s lifeblood, either.
"Noooooo…" Angelus wailed, as he stumbled back towards the forest. The clan let him go he was nothing to them now. And besides, they had more urgent matters now. Natalia's, cousin, Gregorio, who was at least double her age, hoa come behind her and was dropping into a fighters stance, when she rounded on him so fast, that he fell, and she pounced.
Other tribes-men had also found their feet, but had also found their very own deaths. For as soon as they got ready, she bared her fangs and killed them. This continued on for 20 minutes or so. Almost all the tribes-men and 7 of the children lay dead.
Amazingly, the elder who had done the ritual and Natalia’s revenge was still alive, but her minutes were numbered. Natalia had caught sight of her, still sitting at the incantation tent. But the elder saw something that almost made her heart stop altogether. I must be hallucinating, she thought, isn’t that Angelus? But, sure enough, he had come back. The elder was afraid, two vampires against one old woman?
But what was that in Angelus's hand...oh! A stick, and as he raised up his handsome head, she realized his intent.
"Noooo! I can curse her, like you."
He stopped the stakes decent and instead got Natalia in an iron grip.
"Ok", he grunted, as she struggled and bucked, "but do it quick."
"Not dead nor not of the living…"
The elder, close to her dying days, performed the ancient ritual for the second time that night and watched as her great-granddaughter and the one who cursed and was cursed struggled.
As she neared the end of the spell, Angelus let go and Natalia looked around her, still in the visage that passed as a face of vampires.
"W-what happened?" Then, as she caught sight of the gore she had caused, she had realized, with the same cold horror as her sire, she wailed like the terrible beast she was "Nooooooo!" she tore from the camp she once called home.
Ten minutes later, the elder and Angelus, who had set out to search, met up back at the camp. Only to confirm that Natalia had disappeared.
"Go," the elder gasped, "you have caused this tribe enough sorrow. Never come back."
Angelus, feeling the deepest sorrow and despair, vanished no to be heard from until Whistler found him in the Manhattan alleyways feeding off rats to keep him alive (or, rather, un-alive). Whistler then sent him to one Buffy Summers, the current slayer and Jenny Calendar, the last generation of the tribe, was sent to protecther tribe's revenge, only to be killed by the one who single-handedly ruined an entire gypsy tribe.