The days leading up to Jesse's transformation were filled with tension. Cyrus observed the Scooby Gang as they struggled with his disappearance, their worry palpable. He kept his distance, knowing that his role was to watch and subtly guide, not interfere overtly.

One evening, Cyrus found himself wandering the darkened streets of Sunnydale. The town, seemingly quiet and peaceful, held an undercurrent of danger that he was all too aware of. His thoughts were interrupted by a scream piercing the night air. Without thinking, Cyrus sprinted towards the sound, his instincts driving him forward.

In a narrow alley, he saw Buffy battling a group of vampires. Her movements were fluid and powerful, but she was outnumbered. Cyrus knew this was one of those moments where a little help could go a long way. He grabbed a loose piece of wood, fashioning it into a makeshift stake, and jumped into the fray.

Buffy's eyes widened in surprise as Cyrus joined the fight. Together, they managed to dust the remaining vampires. As the last one turned to ash, Buffy turned to him, breathing heavily.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and curiosity.

"Helping," Cyrus replied simply, tossing the makeshift stake aside. "You looked like you could use a hand."

Buffy's gaze was intense. "Who are you, really?"

"Just a guy who doesn't like bullies," Cyrus said, echoing a sentiment he knew would resonate with her. "Especially the undead kind."

Buffy studied him for a moment before nodding. "Fine. But don't make a habit of it. This isn't a game."

"Trust me, I know," Cyrus replied, meeting her gaze steadily.

The tension between them was palpable, but there was a flicker of understanding. Buffy might not fully trust him, but she couldn't deny his willingness to fight.

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The next day at school, Cyrus felt the weight of the previous night's encounter. He knew Buffy would be watching him even more closely now. In the library, he found Giles, Willow, and Xander huddled together, discussing the latest developments.

"Hey, Cyrus," Willow greeted him with a small smile. "Heard you had an interesting night."

"Yeah, you could say that," Cyrus replied, trying to keep his tone light.

Giles looked up from his books, his expression thoughtful. "It seems you have a knack for finding trouble, Mr. Knight."

"Just trying to do my part," Cyrus said, shrugging.

Xander leaned back in his chair, eyeing Cyrus critically. "So, what's your deal? You some kind of vampire hunter in disguise?"

Cyrus chuckled. "Nothing so dramatic. Just a guy who wants to help."

Giles closed his book with a decisive snap. "Well, whatever your intentions, it appears we could use all the help we can get."

As they discussed their next steps, Cyrus made sure to contribute just enough to be useful without revealing his extensive knowledge. He suggested looking into recent disappearances in the area, a tip he knew would lead them closer to Jesse's whereabouts.

Later that night, as Cyrus lay in bed, his thoughts were troubled. He had to be careful. Each action, each word, had to be measured. He couldn't afford to make a mistake that could alter the future irrevocably.

The following evening, Buffy and the gang prepared to search for Jesse. Cyrus stayed in the background, watching as they armed themselves with stakes and holy water. He knew this was a crucial moment, one that would test their resolve and bond them together as a team.

As they ventured into the darkness, Cyrus followed at a distance. He couldn't be directly involved, but he couldn't let them face the danger alone. He shadowed them through the streets of Sunnydale, his senses alert for any sign of trouble.

When they finally found Jesse, he had already been turned. The confrontation was heartbreaking, the pain on his friends' faces evident. Cyrus watched as Buffy made the difficult decision to fight her former friend, a decision that would haunt her for a long time.

In the end, Jesse was dusted, and the Scooby Gang was left to mourn their loss. Cyrus stood in the shadows, his heart heavy with the burden of knowing what was to come. He couldn't save everyone, but he could make sure they had the strength to face the challenges ahead.

As he walked away from the scene, Cyrus knew his journey was only beginning. The road ahead was filled with dangers, but he was ready. For the sake of Buffy and her friends, he would continue to be their silent guardian, a shadow in the night, guiding them through the darkness.