Giles opened the door quietly not knowing what to expect on the other side,
the room which he entered was painted a powerful violet colour which once
you shut the door engulfed you into it's purple world.
The room was big and as you looked round it there were shelves which a young woman accumulates on the journey from childhood to womanhood, he could see patsy Anne, the first doll which violet had ever had, it was a red haired rag doll spike had bought her on one of his journeys to see Angel in La.
Turning again he could see the star and moon mobile which he had bought Buffy when she had found out that she was pregnant, to hang above violets crib.
On one wall next to the desk there was a pin board which was full to bursting of pictures of anyone who had ever graced Violets life, he saw at a glance pictures of Buffy and Spike when they had first started dating at Tara's birthday party, and another picture of them holding her when she was little.
There were several wedding pictures pinned up there, Willow and Oz's, Anya and Xander's, his and Clara's. All smiles and happy scenes, he felt tears coming to his eyes as he realised there would never be a wedding day for Violet, never a dress to pick and never the happiness which marriage brought, each and every day.
Then there were pictures of Violet and her friends out skating, on a carousel at the theme park, eating ice cream and getting ready to get out.
There were several pictures of her and a laughing blonde girl hugging each other and whispering their childish secrets to each other, Giles' heart wept as he turned to face the monster that the blonde child was no becoming lying in Violets bed as the agony of her transformation continued.
She looked almost angelic as she lay there in one of the moments of peace allowed her by the devils pulling at her soul.
Her blonde hair spread out across the pink pillow spreading across it like hundreds of baby snakes slivering away from the nest, her eyes closed perspiration dripping down her face.
He moved closer to her almost disbelieving that this sweet angelic girl was to be the undoing of them all, he stood above her and swept his hand across her forehead.
The eyes which had been shut in sweet innocence now flung open with pure evil shinning aqua, a cruel maniacal smile spreading across her face as she strained against the stainless steel restraints which held her back.
Out of no where Angel appeared and pulled Giles back, he too had nearly gone too close to the girl to leave, Angkara had chosen well, this girl would manage to undo many people if given the chance to, her innocence would be her weapon.
As Angel pulled him back it was if he had been pulled from a trance where once he saw innocence in the girl he now saw pure un adulterated evil, not the girl who she had been laughing in the picture with Violet but monster she had been changed to.
"It's not long now." Angel commented as he sat down on the hardback chair next to the window.
"Her soul left gradually, she hung on better than I would have expected but there's no trace of it in there now, all that's left is Evil, pure untarnished Evil the kind legend is written of."
They sat in silence alternating their glances from the monster shackled to the bed and view from the window.
They both looked up as they heard voices outside the window, and watched the tentative hug, which took place between father and Daughter, before they entered the house.
Giles looked back to angel and said, "The sun set an hour ago, when the moon rises we must begin."
Angel had a mug of blood in his hand, which he raised to Giles and said "To the death of the Moon."
The room was big and as you looked round it there were shelves which a young woman accumulates on the journey from childhood to womanhood, he could see patsy Anne, the first doll which violet had ever had, it was a red haired rag doll spike had bought her on one of his journeys to see Angel in La.
Turning again he could see the star and moon mobile which he had bought Buffy when she had found out that she was pregnant, to hang above violets crib.
On one wall next to the desk there was a pin board which was full to bursting of pictures of anyone who had ever graced Violets life, he saw at a glance pictures of Buffy and Spike when they had first started dating at Tara's birthday party, and another picture of them holding her when she was little.
There were several wedding pictures pinned up there, Willow and Oz's, Anya and Xander's, his and Clara's. All smiles and happy scenes, he felt tears coming to his eyes as he realised there would never be a wedding day for Violet, never a dress to pick and never the happiness which marriage brought, each and every day.
Then there were pictures of Violet and her friends out skating, on a carousel at the theme park, eating ice cream and getting ready to get out.
There were several pictures of her and a laughing blonde girl hugging each other and whispering their childish secrets to each other, Giles' heart wept as he turned to face the monster that the blonde child was no becoming lying in Violets bed as the agony of her transformation continued.
She looked almost angelic as she lay there in one of the moments of peace allowed her by the devils pulling at her soul.
Her blonde hair spread out across the pink pillow spreading across it like hundreds of baby snakes slivering away from the nest, her eyes closed perspiration dripping down her face.
He moved closer to her almost disbelieving that this sweet angelic girl was to be the undoing of them all, he stood above her and swept his hand across her forehead.
The eyes which had been shut in sweet innocence now flung open with pure evil shinning aqua, a cruel maniacal smile spreading across her face as she strained against the stainless steel restraints which held her back.
Out of no where Angel appeared and pulled Giles back, he too had nearly gone too close to the girl to leave, Angkara had chosen well, this girl would manage to undo many people if given the chance to, her innocence would be her weapon.
As Angel pulled him back it was if he had been pulled from a trance where once he saw innocence in the girl he now saw pure un adulterated evil, not the girl who she had been laughing in the picture with Violet but monster she had been changed to.
"It's not long now." Angel commented as he sat down on the hardback chair next to the window.
"Her soul left gradually, she hung on better than I would have expected but there's no trace of it in there now, all that's left is Evil, pure untarnished Evil the kind legend is written of."
They sat in silence alternating their glances from the monster shackled to the bed and view from the window.
They both looked up as they heard voices outside the window, and watched the tentative hug, which took place between father and Daughter, before they entered the house.
Giles looked back to angel and said, "The sun set an hour ago, when the moon rises we must begin."
Angel had a mug of blood in his hand, which he raised to Giles and said "To the death of the Moon."