Moonlight shone through the open curtained bedroom window of 17-year-old
Violet. In the moonlight she looked almost Elvin in appearance with her
silver blonde hair glowing in the light and her petite frame, which was
barely visible underneath her maroon cotton duvet.
She was sleeping soundly but suddenly sat bolt upright in her bed and let
out a little cry before opening her crystal baby blue eyes which were
identical to those of her father although she didn't know it, and turned to
look at the digital clock on her bedside table and saw that it was 3:15 am.
She shook her head for a moment and then turned back over on her side deciding to try and get some sleep. After about half an hour of tossing and turning she realised grudgingly that she wasn't going to go back to sleep and so decided to get up put on her pink flannel bath robe and go down stairs, to make herself some camomile& honey tea and see if drinking it would help her sleep. Willow always recommended that and often left a cup of it brewing on the side board kept hot hours after she went to bed, for Oz when her got home after playing in the Bronze or whatever club he and the guys in dingo's ate my baby managed to get a gig in. Violet liked living with Willow and Oz, although they weren't really her parents they were the only ones who she had really ever known, and she loved them a good deal more than some of her friends like Hailey and Erin loved theirs. They were always complaining about this that and the other about their parents. Violet had never really had anything to complain about with Willow or Oz. She loved the way that Willow even at the age of 35 bad a naïve streak, which was so pure it was amazing especially after what she had gone through. And Oz, he confused most of her friends with his cutting wit and dry humour which only Violet and Willow were able to understand those jokes which he made in the company of her friends. Violet also loved the fact that the house which had been christened "Eternal Summers" in memory of her mother, who was Willow's best friend. Buffy summers had die when Violet had been 5 years old she hardly remembered her mother really unless she tried really hard to. Willow and Oz had moved in when Buffy had died and adopted her as their own. Although in her will Buffy had named Violets guardians as being Willow& Oz obviously, Xander& Anya, Tara& Giles, Angel& Cordelier and a man called spike who she never met. Because of this "Eternal Summers was never without visitor's all of her Guardians came to stay as of ten as possible and invited her to stay with them in her holiday's. She loved them all in different ways, Xander was like a big brother to her he made her laugh and understood her when she was down, him and Anya lived in New York and Violet would go and spend about a fortnight every summer with them. Anya had always confused her slightly she tried very hard to make sure that Violet experienced the proper teenagery experience's, much to her amusement and Xander's embarrassment. Tara was a second mother to her next to willow that was. She only lived a couple of blocks away and Violet often went there after school for a chat about school, boys and anything else she wanted to talk about Tara was so understanding and caring she had always been Violet's security blanket, who she had run to if any thing was wrong. Angel was dark tall and mysterious and what every girl needed in her life someone who willing to tear the head off of anyone who upset her. Cordeilia was different again; She lived in LA with Angel although they weren't a couple or anything. Violet knew that her mother and Cordeilia had never been that close really but they had respected each over and been fond of each other. Then there was Giles who was a bit older than the others except maybe Angel, Violet wasn't really sure how old he was especially since she couldn't remember his appearance changing at all in the whole time that she knew him. Giles lived in England, but he came over as often as he could to see them especially at Christmas time, he brought over his wife Clara and their daughter Aria who was 3 then as well. The only one of her guardian who she had never met was Spike, she didn't know anything at all about him except what willow had told him, that he and her mother had been friends and that when she died he had been torn apart and had moved away from Sunnydale and unable to return there because of all of the painful memories he had which surrounded the place. He moved around a lot and didn't have a steady address where he could be reached but he sent regular cards and letters to willow and the rest of them and Christmas cards/ Birthday cards and money to Violet. Violet had always had a surge of curiosity about this spike that she had never met.
She had just reached the kitchen door, turned the light on and pressed the switch on the kettle on. When she thought that she heard a noise at the back door. She walked over to the door and pulled back the red checked drape which covered the window and peered out into the darkness, she knew better to unlock the door or step outside the house especially at night to see whether any one was out of there. She had been brought up in Sunnydale after all, where there was an obituary column in the high school yearbook. She scanned the back garden through the limited view of the window but decided that she must have imagined the noise as there was no sign of anyone out there and the security light had not come on as it would have if any one had come near the house. She replaced the checked drape so it covered the window and walked towards the sideboard where the kettle was slowly coming to boil. In the shadows of the house Spike sat on the top step of the stairs, which led down to the basement and lit his umpteenth cigarette of the night. He had come back several times over the last twelve years but this was the first time that he come close to being caught. It wasn't that he didn't trust Red or the others it was just that he wanted to see for himself, to be sure that Buffy's daughter was ok and that she was safe. After Buffy had died he had been glad that it had been Red and the Wolf who had taken her in, not that he didn't trust the other's he just knew that that was what she would have wanted/ Spike never really regretted his decision to leave. He had loved Buffy and Violet so much but when Buffy had died he had wanted to die as well, and whenever he looked at Violet who was an exact copy of Buffy except for her Blue eyes and her personality which were so like his own and so noticeable even in his 5 year old daughter. He couldn't have stayed, it killed his to look at her and bleeding hell, he was a vampire what kind of a father would he have made? Sunrise was approaching quickly as he stabbed out his cigarette and descended down the flight of stair, which led to the cellar and removed the key, which hung on a chain around his neck and unlocked the door before slouching inside. The first beams of sunlight were just breaking though the curtains in the lounge as violet sat and finished her camomile tea while looking through a photo album which held pictures of her mom when she had been about 16, she had looked so happy there hanging around with her friends. Violet really missed her and although she couldn't really remember her mom that well she did have memories of being with her like sitting on her lap while she brushed her hair looking in her vanity tables mirror. And there was the smell her mom had, it was really distinct and earthly violet used to breathe in really deeply whenever her mom hugged her and when she tucked her in at night, with Mr Gordo before singing her special night time song:
"Rose petal's fall
In Fairy land
Falling into a river there
The roses love is spread around
Along the land although she's no longer there
So catch your petal with both hands
And never let it go
Live your dreams with love not fear
I'll be there watching you from the castle in the sky"
Thinking about that song and the way her mom used to look while she sung it always mad Violet cry and trying to brushing away the sorrow she felt for missing her mom she brushed a tear which had managed to escape down her cheek before turning of the lounge light and walking back upstairs and climbing into bed.
She shook her head for a moment and then turned back over on her side deciding to try and get some sleep. After about half an hour of tossing and turning she realised grudgingly that she wasn't going to go back to sleep and so decided to get up put on her pink flannel bath robe and go down stairs, to make herself some camomile& honey tea and see if drinking it would help her sleep. Willow always recommended that and often left a cup of it brewing on the side board kept hot hours after she went to bed, for Oz when her got home after playing in the Bronze or whatever club he and the guys in dingo's ate my baby managed to get a gig in. Violet liked living with Willow and Oz, although they weren't really her parents they were the only ones who she had really ever known, and she loved them a good deal more than some of her friends like Hailey and Erin loved theirs. They were always complaining about this that and the other about their parents. Violet had never really had anything to complain about with Willow or Oz. She loved the way that Willow even at the age of 35 bad a naïve streak, which was so pure it was amazing especially after what she had gone through. And Oz, he confused most of her friends with his cutting wit and dry humour which only Violet and Willow were able to understand those jokes which he made in the company of her friends. Violet also loved the fact that the house which had been christened "Eternal Summers" in memory of her mother, who was Willow's best friend. Buffy summers had die when Violet had been 5 years old she hardly remembered her mother really unless she tried really hard to. Willow and Oz had moved in when Buffy had died and adopted her as their own. Although in her will Buffy had named Violets guardians as being Willow& Oz obviously, Xander& Anya, Tara& Giles, Angel& Cordelier and a man called spike who she never met. Because of this "Eternal Summers was never without visitor's all of her Guardians came to stay as of ten as possible and invited her to stay with them in her holiday's. She loved them all in different ways, Xander was like a big brother to her he made her laugh and understood her when she was down, him and Anya lived in New York and Violet would go and spend about a fortnight every summer with them. Anya had always confused her slightly she tried very hard to make sure that Violet experienced the proper teenagery experience's, much to her amusement and Xander's embarrassment. Tara was a second mother to her next to willow that was. She only lived a couple of blocks away and Violet often went there after school for a chat about school, boys and anything else she wanted to talk about Tara was so understanding and caring she had always been Violet's security blanket, who she had run to if any thing was wrong. Angel was dark tall and mysterious and what every girl needed in her life someone who willing to tear the head off of anyone who upset her. Cordeilia was different again; She lived in LA with Angel although they weren't a couple or anything. Violet knew that her mother and Cordeilia had never been that close really but they had respected each over and been fond of each other. Then there was Giles who was a bit older than the others except maybe Angel, Violet wasn't really sure how old he was especially since she couldn't remember his appearance changing at all in the whole time that she knew him. Giles lived in England, but he came over as often as he could to see them especially at Christmas time, he brought over his wife Clara and their daughter Aria who was 3 then as well. The only one of her guardian who she had never met was Spike, she didn't know anything at all about him except what willow had told him, that he and her mother had been friends and that when she died he had been torn apart and had moved away from Sunnydale and unable to return there because of all of the painful memories he had which surrounded the place. He moved around a lot and didn't have a steady address where he could be reached but he sent regular cards and letters to willow and the rest of them and Christmas cards/ Birthday cards and money to Violet. Violet had always had a surge of curiosity about this spike that she had never met.
She had just reached the kitchen door, turned the light on and pressed the switch on the kettle on. When she thought that she heard a noise at the back door. She walked over to the door and pulled back the red checked drape which covered the window and peered out into the darkness, she knew better to unlock the door or step outside the house especially at night to see whether any one was out of there. She had been brought up in Sunnydale after all, where there was an obituary column in the high school yearbook. She scanned the back garden through the limited view of the window but decided that she must have imagined the noise as there was no sign of anyone out there and the security light had not come on as it would have if any one had come near the house. She replaced the checked drape so it covered the window and walked towards the sideboard where the kettle was slowly coming to boil. In the shadows of the house Spike sat on the top step of the stairs, which led down to the basement and lit his umpteenth cigarette of the night. He had come back several times over the last twelve years but this was the first time that he come close to being caught. It wasn't that he didn't trust Red or the others it was just that he wanted to see for himself, to be sure that Buffy's daughter was ok and that she was safe. After Buffy had died he had been glad that it had been Red and the Wolf who had taken her in, not that he didn't trust the other's he just knew that that was what she would have wanted/ Spike never really regretted his decision to leave. He had loved Buffy and Violet so much but when Buffy had died he had wanted to die as well, and whenever he looked at Violet who was an exact copy of Buffy except for her Blue eyes and her personality which were so like his own and so noticeable even in his 5 year old daughter. He couldn't have stayed, it killed his to look at her and bleeding hell, he was a vampire what kind of a father would he have made? Sunrise was approaching quickly as he stabbed out his cigarette and descended down the flight of stair, which led to the cellar and removed the key, which hung on a chain around his neck and unlocked the door before slouching inside. The first beams of sunlight were just breaking though the curtains in the lounge as violet sat and finished her camomile tea while looking through a photo album which held pictures of her mom when she had been about 16, she had looked so happy there hanging around with her friends. Violet really missed her and although she couldn't really remember her mom that well she did have memories of being with her like sitting on her lap while she brushed her hair looking in her vanity tables mirror. And there was the smell her mom had, it was really distinct and earthly violet used to breathe in really deeply whenever her mom hugged her and when she tucked her in at night, with Mr Gordo before singing her special night time song:
"Rose petal's fall
In Fairy land
Falling into a river there
The roses love is spread around
Along the land although she's no longer there
So catch your petal with both hands
And never let it go
Live your dreams with love not fear
I'll be there watching you from the castle in the sky"
Thinking about that song and the way her mom used to look while she sung it always mad Violet cry and trying to brushing away the sorrow she felt for missing her mom she brushed a tear which had managed to escape down her cheek before turning of the lounge light and walking back upstairs and climbing into bed.