The downstairs of the house looked so different then it had from just an
hour before, Violet took a sharp intake of breathe from the shock.
The Lounge had been cleared of all furniture, the curtains and pictures taken down, there were candles everywhere, covering the floor, some lit some not.
In the centre of the room a pentagram had been drawn on one side of Erin's body had been laid out, her arms and legs were bound together using mystical power which could not be broken. There was a space next to her where violet assumed she was to lie down, on the four corners of the pentagram for spaces had been left clear of candles, Tara and Giles were already seated in two of the spaces.
Willow turned to face Violet hugged her kissed her and whispered her love into the girls ear before the third place at the base of the pentagram, Oz and Xander who were standing on the edge of the room came forward each hugging her in turn, she was so engrossed in the moment that she hardly noticed their actions she kissed them back though and knew in her heart that they loved her and they knew that their love was returned, it was to be there Job to protect Violet and the others while the ritual took place, Angel came forward and hugged her, he did not whisper any last sentiments in her ears not seeing the point he had always been of the belief that when you loved someone in the way which had had loved Buffy and Spike and Violet you couldn't describe that love in words it was too intense you just had to trust that they knew the love was there.
He moved and sat in the last remaining space at the head of the pentagram, once he had done this Spike led Violet and motioned her to lie down next to Erin, he stood above them and waited while Oz and Xander lit the remaining candle holding them in their places. Once they had done that they moved towards the hall and held their weapons ready to defend their friends to the death.
Spike counted to ten in his head, he didn't know how he was going to do this, didn't know if he could go through with this, it was wrong, parents were not meant to aide their child's death, they weren't meant to burry their children it was wrong.
The four seated around the pentagram began to chant.
"Hakra we summon you fill us with you presence, Hakra we summon lend us your power, bestow in us the gift to heal, to banish death from this plane to shatter Angkara's, evil form and release her chosen vessel from her thrall."
They repeated that mantra over and over again until they moved as one their faces raised to the sky and a golden light shone through each of them bursting through their chests joining them to each other through their hearts.
Spike opens his eyes wide it was time, he bent over his precious girl and pulled the ceremonial knife out of his pocket, he kissed her one last time and told her to shut her eyes and watch for her mother it was then that he cut her throat in one quick movement, she was dead before the blade had left her throat, Spike choking back tears which were falling down his cheek as he watched the blood of his child flow down her dress his salt tears mixing with her blood as were the tears of those seated around her as the blood flew through the lines of the Pentagram.
Violet lay still waiting for a sign an image anything to climb towards anything to pull herself to, she felt her father kiss her and listened as he told her to close her eyes just as the tilt of the blade touched her skin she saw her mother calling to her pulling her away from her body, she felt no pain, by the time the blade touched her throat, she was gone wandering through the nights sky in her mothers arms.
He didn't hear the battle going on in the hall between the guide and Oz and Xander he didn't hear the ear splitting scream or see the emanation of Angkara appear before him screaming in agony as her she was destroyed, didn't hear Xander's final grunt as his body fell to the ground or his dying breath as he screamed to Oz to kill it, to kill the guide, he didn't see any of this he sat in the centre and held his daughter's body in his arms and cried into her gaping wound begging for forgiveness he knew he didn't deserve.
Muffled screams of his friends surrounded him as one by one they fell the guide still moving among them trying to reach the chosen.
Suddenly a bright light surrounded them all and everything went dark.
The Lounge had been cleared of all furniture, the curtains and pictures taken down, there were candles everywhere, covering the floor, some lit some not.
In the centre of the room a pentagram had been drawn on one side of Erin's body had been laid out, her arms and legs were bound together using mystical power which could not be broken. There was a space next to her where violet assumed she was to lie down, on the four corners of the pentagram for spaces had been left clear of candles, Tara and Giles were already seated in two of the spaces.
Willow turned to face Violet hugged her kissed her and whispered her love into the girls ear before the third place at the base of the pentagram, Oz and Xander who were standing on the edge of the room came forward each hugging her in turn, she was so engrossed in the moment that she hardly noticed their actions she kissed them back though and knew in her heart that they loved her and they knew that their love was returned, it was to be there Job to protect Violet and the others while the ritual took place, Angel came forward and hugged her, he did not whisper any last sentiments in her ears not seeing the point he had always been of the belief that when you loved someone in the way which had had loved Buffy and Spike and Violet you couldn't describe that love in words it was too intense you just had to trust that they knew the love was there.
He moved and sat in the last remaining space at the head of the pentagram, once he had done this Spike led Violet and motioned her to lie down next to Erin, he stood above them and waited while Oz and Xander lit the remaining candle holding them in their places. Once they had done that they moved towards the hall and held their weapons ready to defend their friends to the death.
Spike counted to ten in his head, he didn't know how he was going to do this, didn't know if he could go through with this, it was wrong, parents were not meant to aide their child's death, they weren't meant to burry their children it was wrong.
The four seated around the pentagram began to chant.
"Hakra we summon you fill us with you presence, Hakra we summon lend us your power, bestow in us the gift to heal, to banish death from this plane to shatter Angkara's, evil form and release her chosen vessel from her thrall."
They repeated that mantra over and over again until they moved as one their faces raised to the sky and a golden light shone through each of them bursting through their chests joining them to each other through their hearts.
Spike opens his eyes wide it was time, he bent over his precious girl and pulled the ceremonial knife out of his pocket, he kissed her one last time and told her to shut her eyes and watch for her mother it was then that he cut her throat in one quick movement, she was dead before the blade had left her throat, Spike choking back tears which were falling down his cheek as he watched the blood of his child flow down her dress his salt tears mixing with her blood as were the tears of those seated around her as the blood flew through the lines of the Pentagram.
Violet lay still waiting for a sign an image anything to climb towards anything to pull herself to, she felt her father kiss her and listened as he told her to close her eyes just as the tilt of the blade touched her skin she saw her mother calling to her pulling her away from her body, she felt no pain, by the time the blade touched her throat, she was gone wandering through the nights sky in her mothers arms.
He didn't hear the battle going on in the hall between the guide and Oz and Xander he didn't hear the ear splitting scream or see the emanation of Angkara appear before him screaming in agony as her she was destroyed, didn't hear Xander's final grunt as his body fell to the ground or his dying breath as he screamed to Oz to kill it, to kill the guide, he didn't see any of this he sat in the centre and held his daughter's body in his arms and cried into her gaping wound begging for forgiveness he knew he didn't deserve.
Muffled screams of his friends surrounded him as one by one they fell the guide still moving among them trying to reach the chosen.
Suddenly a bright light surrounded them all and everything went dark.