"I'm not afraid of you. Your only power lies in the wishing." said Giles feeling only a little intimadated by the demon standing before him. She lunges forward suddenly and grabs at his neck.
"Wrong" she said as she she lifted him and slammed him against a wall.
"This is the real world now" Her clench tightens around his neck. "This is the world we made. Isnt it wonderful"
With his life fading fast as her grip gets tighter, he notices an amulet around her neck, in alast ditch effort he reaches out and snatchs, ripping it from around her neck. The demon lets get and Giles backhands her forcing her to stagger. Giles searches his desk for something heavy, he grabs for a marble paperweight and raises it above his head. The demon raises to her feet.
"You trusting fool! How do you know the other world is any better than this?"
"Because it has to be!"
The demon screams and rushes forward, Giles brings the paperweight down smashing the amelet. It shatters and emits a burst of bright green light, and nothing. Nothing at all had happened. A smirk appeared on the demons face as she rose and a look of dread desenced over Giles' face. She lunged forward, tackling Giles and bring him to the floor where she reaches for his head and as if it were a cherry attached to its stem she rips it off, all the while laughing.
Chapter 1 : Awakenings
Dawn was fast approaching as Matilda arrived home, she knew her father would be on the other side of that door, mad as hell at her for being out quite a few hours beyond her curfew. She had just turned 16 she thought to herself albut grown up, she had a social responsibility to uphold, she had Nick Prescott to impress.
She gripped the rail and started a slow climb up the stairs, a thought crossed her mind to turn and just run. She didnt have a good relationship with her father, and it was no secret. She would go to school bruises up and down her arms, and occasionally on her face, "accidents happen" is what she always told everyone, she wasnt a very convincing liar. She took a step and another and another, hoping beyond all hope that her father had passed out hours ago, victim of yet another alcohol induced stupor. She put her key in the lock and ever so slightly turned it and the handle, the door opened and she crept inside. She found her father passed on the sofa and tried to tip-toe past him. She got to the door of bedroom as her father stired.
"Where in the hell do you think you've been young lady?" yelled her father, trying as he might to pull himself up.
"Out" she said as she closed and locked the door behind her.
She was tired and the last thing she wanted to deal with right now was her father. She layed down, closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
She awoke a couple of hours later to the sound of the alarm beeping, she checked the time it was 08:15 and she had just under an hour to be ready for school, plenty of time even for her. She for some reason felt more rested then she ever had, more energetic aswell, she felt more alive. she put it down to just getting a good sleep, even though it was only about 3 hours. She had a shower, got dressed and had something quick to eat with hope that she'd be gone before her father woke up. She reached the door and started to open it when her farthers hand went past her head and slammed the door shut.
"Not so fast Matilda, I want to know where you were last night, out whoring around like your mother?"
"Dont' talk about mum like that" she said to him under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"Don't talk about my mother like that" She yelled at him this time, obvious hatred echoing in her voice.
"Watch your tone with me young lady" he bellowed back as he raised his hand to strike her. Instinctively she reacted and grabed his arm, twisting it untill she heard a sickening snap, she shoved him down, opened the door and ran.