Title: Before It Ends
Author: SylviaMoon
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Angel, and am making no profit from this fanfic.
Summary: All of Angels friends are dead, but Spike and Illyria are around. What will happen when he finds out Cordelia was brought back to life by the powers that be?
Note: Another one of my fanfictions, but I plan on making this one very long and VERY descriptive, I hope it will end up really good.
Chapter 1 : In The Past
With the war over, I knew my shanshu wouldn't come since I signed it away to the Black Thorn. Illyria had told me Wesley was dead, and that had left Spike, Gunn, and Illyria. Gunn had been injured badly, and was killed by a large demon during the battle. 'Angel, I'm not gonna make it!' I remembered Gunn telling me. 'You will Gunn! You have to!' I had convinced Gunn, that he really would be okay. His hope for winning got in the way, and a demon sliced him in half. I remember watching Gunn fall to the floor. I know all of this is my fault. Everyone that matters to me is dead. Doyle's death was my fault, I should have been the one to jump on the light, and save everyone. Doyle should have lived on. Cordy, oh god Cordy, she was bodyjacked, mentally raped. Everyone thought it was her doing those horrible things, giving her a bad name. She was the one who should have lived through it all, she was strong, fearless, and sweet. Fred was my fault too. I should have known bringing someone so innocent in to our group of friends would get her killed. I always felt it would, but I didn't do anything about it. Wesley shouldn't have had to deal with someone so powerful. Wesley is for research, not war. He should not have been apart of all of this, hell I didn't even know if Lorne lived through it. Gunn thought he would be safe staying here, because I told him he would be okay. I was wrong. So wrong.
"Your friends..." Illyria started, "Are gone." She pointed out, walking up next to Angel. I felt numb. All I want is to die, in peace. Everything and everyone I care about is gone. Forever.
"I noticed." I said coldly, wanting her out of here. I needed to leave this place. Where would I go? There is no home left for me at Walfram & Hart, it was now no longer standing here in Los Angeles.
"What do we do?" Illyria asked, tilting Freds head slightly. I sighed, as if I needed the air, and looked down at the street. It was wet from the rain, and I could hear the rain coming down again, the thunder loud and clear.
"You can leave." I said, wanting her out of my sight. Not to ever see her again. She looked like Fred, besides the blue in her hair, the icy blue eyes, and the outfit. I just needed her gone. Everyone was gone, I couldn't look at the shell of my friends body any longer. "Where's Spike?" I asked curiously, as if I cared. If he knew better, he would have left by now. Spike walked out of a small shack.
"Present." Spike said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and sticking it in his mouth, he reached back in his pocket and paused. "Got a light?" I shook my head, closing my eyes. A figure walked from around the corner, and up to us. I opened my eyes, sensing someone or something. It was a demon with black horns, and grey skin. It had long bulky legs, and small claws for toes, and regular hands. It was as tall as us.
"Angel." It said. I took my battling stance, and grabbed the sword from the floor, that I used during the battle. "No need for that, I'm Hellerd." The demon said.
"What do you want?" I spat at the demon, harshly. Illyria and Spike just watched. Spike's cigarette limply hanging from his mouth. Hellerd walked over to Spike, and snapped his fingers. A small flame was in between his thumb and middle finger, he set it on the cigarette.
"I like him." Spike said nodding, when he lit his cigarette for him. Hellerd walked back over to me.
"I'm here on the behalf of the Powers That Be. They sent me here, as a messenger." Hellerd said, clearing his throat.
"Tell the powers that be to back off. I'm done with all of this. Everything."
"You don't have a choice. You're a champion."
"Working for the powers got everyone I care about, killed! I have a choice, and I'm saying No." I said, thinking about all of my friends again. Hellerd stared at me, raising its grey and black eyebrows.
"She was right. You are stubborn."
"Who was right!?" I asked.
"We aren't up to that part of the conversation yet. I just wanted to let you know, that the powers have been watching. They need you to get back on your path again. And that means-"
"Shutup and tell me who said I was stubborn!" I argued.
"I'm only following orders, Angel. If I disobey the powers will have my head. Well, not literally....hopefully." The demon said, rubbing its crumbly skin as if straightening out its shirt, though it had none on.
"I don't care about your head or any part of you. What is going on, and why are you here!?"
"I'm afraid I can only tell Spike why I'm here-at the moment. You will find out soon enough. If I had a choice I would have told you." Hellerd said, chuckling. "Spike, come with me for a minute." He spoke again, leading Spike away to talk to. I was not happy with this at all. Who was this stranger, and why did they need Spike.
A/N: I'm going to start going in third person now. So it won't be anyones POV.
Hellerd lead Spike in to another alley. It looked the same as the other one, except this one was a dead end. There was a dumpster next to Spike.
"Do you remember Cordelia Chase?" He asked Spike.
"Yeah I remember the chick. The girl Angel fell in love with." Spike said, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"Bingo. She's back. Literally. Alive. The powers that be knew the champion needed her to get through this mess, he's been doing some pretty bad, and stupid things. Lots of mistakes. He needs her to be his link to the powers, and he refuses to work with out her by his side." Hellerd told Spike, crossing his arms. Spike threw the cigarette to the floor, and flattened it out, to burn it out.
"So why you tellin' me and not captain forehead this?" Spike asked. Hellerd chuckled at the captain forehead joke.
"I don't know. She said its because she isn't ready to see him yet, but she's kind of torturing him by doin' that." Hellerd told Spike.
"Huh..." Spike started, biting his bottom lip in utter confusion. "Where is she?"
"Up there." Hellerd said pointing to the sky.
"...Heaven?" Spike asked, confused.
"No! Of course not. I meant on the roof, smart vampire." Hellerd said, rolling his eyes.
"On the roof?"
"Yep." Hellerd said, scratching his arm. "Better get climbing." He spoke, pointing to the ladder on their left. Spike shrugged, and climbed up the ladder.
"Wow, it really is the ex-cheerleader." Spike said, crossing his arms.
"Hello captain peroxide." Cordelia said, placing her arms on her hips.
"Why are you wearing a sexy black dress?" Spike asked, pointing at her dress. She was wearing a black dress that went just an inch below her knees, it fit her form well, showing every curve of her body, it had smalls traps, no sleeves, and slightly low cut.
"It's what Angel had me wear for my funeral." Cordelia said.
"..That's just weird." Spike said, indicating that he had a dead woman wear something sexy.
"He didn't mean for it to be sexy. Thats just what you are calling it because you're-you're."
"I'm what?" He asked. Cordelia took a minute to think of a good comeback, her arms now crossing in front of her chest.
"Stupid!" She said.
"Great comeback. Can we go tell the poof you're back now?" He asked her.
"What!? No! Not yet.." Cordelia said. "But I do need to see him soon, because he has my visions."
"How would you get them back?" Spike asked her, wishing he hadn't put out his cigarette earlier.
"Kissing." Cordelia said. This caused Spike to cough.
"Oh. So, what until we tell him?" Spike asked.
"You will continue to fight the baddies with him..until I find the nerve to see him." She said, swallowing hard.
"Great plan, genuis." Spike said, rolling his eyes.
"Hey! No need to be sarcastic. Where are you guys going to live? The hyperion hotel?" Cordelia asked, snorting.
"No, Angel stopped paying to own that place, he doesn't own it anymore." Spike stated. Cordelia looked down.
"Oh...Wait a minute where am I supposed to stay?" Cordelia thought out loud. Spike just shrugged in response.
"A motel?"
"Ick. Germs."
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch, cheerleader." Spike told her.
"Maybe there is no owner of my old apartment right now..." Cordelia said, considering it. But how would she get in.
"The apartment building was abandoned after a group of demons attacked it." Spike said. "Hey, maybe you can go to a motel."
"Fine, fine! Where will you guys go?" Cordelia asked.
"A..different, motel?" Spike said, in a sort of high pitched voice.
"Whatever. Just make sure you don't go to the Brookhill Motel. I'm going there. Nicest motel around this dump of a city." She said, yawning.
"Alright. You better hurry love, you look exhausted. I'll check up on you every night." Spike said.
"Thanks soul boy." Cordelia winked, looking down the roof. "Bye!" She said, climbing down the ladder. Spike followed soon after, and ran back to where Angel and Illyria were before.
"Where the hell have you been?" Angel asked.
"Hellerd wanted to talk to me, remember?" Spike said.
"What did you talk about?"
"You can't know. The powers that be won't allow it." He lied. Spike looked down at the road, every time he stepped his shoes seemed to squeak because of the wet road. It was already pouring rain again.
"Hellerd came back and said I would know soon enough, then left, when you went over to that other place, and didn't come back for a while." Angel told Spike.
"Thanks for the update. We should stay at a motel since we have no where to stay, and it's getting really late..almost sunrise." Spike said.
"Finally, a good idea. Lets go to the Brookhill Motel, it's the closest, and cleanest." Angel suggested.
"No! Let's not. Bad-bad memories of that place." Spike made up an excuse.
"Spike, what the hell is your problem since you talked to Hellerd?" Angel questioned, getting a llittle suspicious.
"Nothing." Spike shrugged.
"Then lets go to the Brookhill Motel." Angel said, leading them.
"We shouldn't, its...dirty." Spike urged Angel not to.
"It's the cleanest one in the town." Angel said, walking to his car. Illyria just watched them like she was watching a ping pong match, as they went back and forth with talking. Angel hopped in the front seat of the car, and Spike got in the passanger seat.
"Come on Illyria." Spike said.
"What is this strange device?" She asked.
"A car." Angel rolled his eyes.
"A..car..." She stated.
"Yes, now get in."
"How?" She asked. Angel wanted to hit her. She was starting to annoy him with her demon ways of not even knowing what a car was.
"Climb in, and sit down." Spike said, seeing Angel starting to get annoyed. She climbed in and sat facing the door, then turning to the front, and climbing along the seats.
"It moves.." She said, amazed. All Angel could do was shake his head. They arrived at the motel after a ten minute drive, and they all got out, walking in. The man at the desk raised his eyebrows.
"Nice outfit." The elder man told Illyria.
"You have kindness, for a pathetic human." She said.
"What did you call me!?" The man asked, surprised that such a tiny woman called him a pathetic woman.
"We just-need a room for a few nights. She's got a mental disorder." Spike said.
"A-Alright..Theres a room down there thats vacant, heres the key. Number six." He said. They walked down the hall and Angel took the key, he unlocked the door.
"One bed. You can take the couch." Spike said. There was a small double bed in the middle of the room, and two couches on both sides of the room, at the door. There was a small, dirty bathroom connecting to the bedroom. A mini fridge was located in the closet.
"Whatever." Angel growled, setting himself on the couch. He took off his jacket and threw it on the floor. Soon, but not soon enough, he fell alseep. Cordelia had been set up in the room right across from theirs, number four. She had no idea they ended up going to that motel, she warned Spike not to do it. In the middle of the night, Spike got up, he walked over to Angel, who appeared asleep, but was actually pretending to be. Spike mumbled, and Angel heard every word.
"That fricken cheerleader warned us, but no Angel had to come to the fricken Brookhill Motel." Spike said, opening the door, and leaving. Angel sat up when Spike left.
"What..?" He thought outloud. He got up and looked through the peephole, and saw him knock on the door across from theirs. The door opened slightly and Spike walked in, closing the door behind him. He didn't know who was in that room, but what was Spike doing in there. Angel looked away, and sat back down on the couch, wondering if he should go and check it out. At first he decided against it, but then he thought, what if William The Bloody is back, and he didn't know it? Angel stood up, ready to go see who that was in there with him, and why he was there.
End of chapter one, I hope you enjoyed it :) I will update lots and lots, review for feedback, I appreciate good and bad feedback to improve my writing =D