Darcy woke in an unfamiliar room. She stared at the ceiling and tried to recall the last thing she remembered happening to her last night. Her memory came flooding back. She got out of bed, swamped by the shirt Mr. Giles had leant her to sleep in, crossing to the window, she pulled the heavy drapes back and waited for the sun to rise. Basil woke and stretched, spying Darcy by the window, he crossed to sit on the window ledge.
"Morning." He said.
Darcy looked at him. "It's going to be a beautiful day. I asked especially."
"They took twelve last night. Three will rise again." Darcy looked down. "They'll take more unless we can stop them. What are we going to do?" Basil looked directly at his sister. "Darcy, we have to kill them."
"No!" Darcy cried. "They're our family. There must be another way. What about Angel's curse? I can't just kill them."
"They're demons. They have no conception of family and wouldn't hesitate to turn you into one of them. Is that what you want?" Basil asked harshly.
"Well at least we'd all be together." Darcy said wistfully. "I've got to make breakfast. You want something to eat Bas?"
"Sure." Basil watched his sister leave the room. "You're a fool Darcy. You wouldn't be reunited with them, you'd be dead. When will you realise that?"