The next time which I met Drusilla was several weeks later from our first encounter, she came just after dusk to the house and knocked ever so quietly on the door at first I thought that it must be the wind. The second time I heard the slight tapping though I rose to my feet and opened the door to find her standing their expectantly with a smile on her face and wearing a great big black velvet cloak which covered her from head to foot glimmering in the night light.

I stood there for a moment not sure really why it was she was there, but remembering my manners I invited her in to come and sit with me, she peered round the corner of the door into the kitchen and smiled at Thomas who was sitting at the table with Bronnie doing their sums, a sadness came into her eyes as she returned them to me and declined m offer, asking me instead whether I would like to take a walk with her. I reached behind the door and grabbed my dull old looking green cotton cloak; embarrassed slightly by it's obvious shabbiness when compared with the finery of Drusilla's.

We walked in silence for a while, this silence lasted until we got to a clearing in the woods where Drusilla sat down on the ground and patted a spot next to her and ushered me to sit next to her. Pulling my cloak around me I sat next to her.

We sat staring at the stars until suddenly Drusilla suddenly broke the silence by saying,

"I had a family once, not like the one I have now with Daddy and Spike, but with a Mother and a Father, Older sisters and brothers."

I looked at her for a moment before saying

"What happened to them?"

The sadness, which had been in her eyes when she had looked into my home, returned to her eyes as she laid back on the grass and a small smile breeched her lips,

"Dead, all of them dead, I found them one by one lying all dead, tucked up in their beds with their nightcaps on and peaceful looks in their faces, with small trails of blood licking their way down their necks."

She sat back up then and looked me with the greatest amount of sanity in her eyes and in her words which I would ever see her utter as she told me what had happened to her family, her story sent shivers through my spine and filled my heart with cold dread.

"My Ma, she was beautiful lovey, a real lady elegant and charming she knew what should be done at all times how you should behave and all that, she loved me she did loved me and Amy, Shelly, Darwin and Claire with all her heart she used to tell me that every night when she kissed me good night. She was the one who first knew about my sights, used to hold me in her arms as I cried my heart out at the things I saw in my head, telling me I mustn't tell any one what I had seen or I would be in trouble, when my pa found out he made me go to see the father made me tell him what I saw, that was when I met him, he had killed the father before I got there and led me through a fairy picnic of lies, following me home and showing displays of his love, my pa tried to stop him told him to leave me alone but he wouldn't listen he never'd listen, words weren't how he showed his love, he does that with blood, he killed my pa first, snapping his neck in two like a peanut letting the inside spill out, then my ma, he drained her empty til she was a tomb of her former spirit, Darwin and Claire I found them I did, hanging from a tree in the garden their hearts torn out and tied up with roses sent to me that day, Amy, Shelly he turned letting their voices haunt me as they followed me to my final rest the convent, I took my holy orders lovey trying to escape the horror, but he found me he always finds me and hurt my pretty neck laughing as the pretty bright light engulfed me before bringing me back to haunt the night."

My head ached, I couldn't understand what Drusilla was telling me, who was the man who had done this to her, to her family, what evil monster could do such a thing, as she turned to look at me stroking her hand across my cheek and her fingers through my hair it suddenly dawned on me that the dreadful monster, the evil being who had done this to her was the man I loved, was Angelus I lay back in her arms and cried into her arms as she tried to comfort me from the truth.