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Angel's Vampire Slayer

Part 4

By Gaz

Rated: PG-13

Same as always. Now I'm going to turn into the purpled haired/eyed girl that I truly am. ^_^

Gaz: ::walking over to the crystal::

 Light of darkness

             Darkness of light

            Throw them into

                 The  power of night

Everything slips into a temporary darkness before revealing Giles and Victoria standing in the back parlor of Victoria's home.

December 2, 1801

Georgia

Thorn Crest Plantation

"And what makes you think I'm not going to go anyways? Don't you remember the spell? The one that shall protect me from all darkness, unless I willingly give myself to it?" Victoria practically screamed. "I have to go. I have to stop them from taking this world."

"It's too dangerous, even what little witch craft you know won't be able to help you," Giles said calmly keeping his cool. "Angel doesn't care about you, he's just another vampire after the slayer, but this time it's further than that. This time the slayer is the chosen one, the one that the prophecies have spoken of."

"And what else do the prophecies have to say about me?" Victoria asked angrily but not as bad as before. "I'm sorry but right now it's, too, hard for me to believe every little thing you have to say about Angel. I know everything's been a little crazy these last few months, but it won't just go away. I don't want to lose our life long friendship. I like Ang-"

"But the prophecies say that on the second night of the twelfth month of the first year of the nineteenth millennium, the chosen one shall forget her teachings and turn to the darkness for comfort. She shall never to truly see the one still in the light, but only her vampire angel," Giles read from an old frayed piece of parchment that had been in his suit parchment. "Today is December second eighteen hundred and one. You cannot go to this party with Angel. It is too dangerous, the prophecies have never been wrong."

"I will and I am, Angel shall be here soon, and I already have permission from my father. He's delighted that ever since I met Angel I've started being social going to parties, and never going alone," Victoria said as a lone tear ran down her face. "I won't turn on you, but you need to start trusting me again."

Carefully she took a handkerchief off of a nearby table and wiped the trail that the tear had left making her face look just as, if not more, perfect than before. As she moved the ruby rings on each of her ring fingers sparkled blood red.

"Victoria, I beg of you, don't go, it shall be your destruction," Giles said giving one last attempt to change her mind.

"I'm sorry, Giles," Victoria said shaking her head. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to go find out what Bertha did with my nice midnight blue cloak. I believe you do know the way out."

With that Victoria took leave of the door away from the staircase and into the back part of the house where the winter kitchen and the laundry room were.

"Bertha," Victoria called walking around the two rooms calling her name.

"Yes, miss," Bertha, a tall woman, answered coming from one of the pantries after what had to be fifteen minutes. "You were calling me?"

"Yes, I want to know what happened to my blue cloak," Victoria demanded.

"I washed it two days ago, miss, I should be dry now, I'll go get it," Bertha said apologetically.

"Ok, I'll be in the front parlor waiting for Angel, bring it immediately," Victoria said before leaving to the entrance hall, and then, through the door at the end of the left staircase.

This door led to a richly furnished room. Quickly, Victoria went over to a large golden colored couch and sat down. Only to hear the door bell ring and have Bertha rush in with her cloak.

There was a knocking at the parlor doors, the servants never did have the courage to just come in, but that was a good thing for Victoria.

"Come in," Victoria yelled knowing that Angel had already been invited in and would have just walked right in, so it couldn't have been him (lol).

"Master Angel is here, miss," Jordan, a tall man, said stepping into the room.

"Thank you, Jordan. Tell him that I'll be right down, I must go get something from upstairs before I leave," Victoria said standing up and heading towards the back of the room where there was a door.

"Yes, miss," Jordan said before he left through his door and she left through the back door.

Victoria ran into the back of the house and up a set of stairs that the servants were to use. Quickly she ran into her room and too her jewelry box.

Opening it up showed all that was in there was the crucifix, a pair of blood red ruby rose shaped earrings, and a diadem (a sapphire jeweled (??) circlet that came together and did a tear drop shape in the center of the forehead stopping just before the bridge of the nose). First, she took the earrings and put them on, they shone brighter than the day Angel had given them to her. Then, she carefully took the diadem and laid it atop her head, it settled there in a perfect fit.

Finally, Victoria walked the short walk from her room to the staircase and practically floated all the way down to the foyer where Angel stood waiting for her. As soon as she stepped, more of floated, onto the first step, Angel looked up and watched as she descended the staircase down the left side.

"Are you ready, Victoria?" Angel asked courtly holding his elbow out to her.

"As ready as I ever will be," Victoria said for the first time and only time in her life using the southern accent that her family had been trying to get her to use all her life as she took Angel's elbow and allowed herself to be taken to an elegant carriage waiting outside.

"Then let us go, my dear," Angel said smiling as he helped her into the carriage and followed her in.

Neither of them saw Giles standing in the shadows, a single tear finding it's way down young, but weary, face.

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Poor everyone for such a sad time, especially me, I haven't gotten a single review. The only person I know has read my story for sure is one of my friends. That makes me sad, yet really mad. Don't forget any and all flamers will be used to charge the batteries in my Game Slave 3000 (Invader Zim reference).

Gaz