Disclaimer - Joss Whedon is a god, and so it is written so it shall be, he owns all of this, except for Kaya and the idea that came forth from it. NFA was never truly finished, and allowed those like myself with too many "what if" thoughts. Kaya was a player character for the Roleplaying Game: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Eden Studios). Enjoy.
The horde of demons as growing bigger by the second, the rain continued to fall down upon four bone weary and tired warriors, one which would more than likely not survive five minutes in combat before dying.
"Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence." The blue haired once God looked over to the others.
"Well love, wishes just happen to be horses t'day." The blonde haired Brit of a vampire seemed to give a faint smirk.
"Among other things." The broody wonder himself, known as Angel, Angelus, hell you could call him Frank at the moment and he may have answered, retorted.
"You take the thirty thousand on the left then." The wounded one, Charles Gunn spoke, holding his bleeding side.
"You're fading; you'll last ten minutes at best." The blue haired woman spoke once more, though there seemed to be no emotion in her voice.
"Then let's make it memorable." Gunn shrugged as he raised up his axe.
That's when there was the sound of a dragon like creature making a god awful noise in the distance where the hordes were growing even more so.
"So.. Peaches, any term of a plan?" Spike asked.
Angel shrugged, holding onto the handle of his sword. "We fight."
Spike rolled his eyes, and then took one more drag off of his Lucky Strike cigarette. "A bit more specific here y'poof."
That's when there was a gleam of almost childhood amusment coming to his eyes, as Angel shrugged sheepishly. "Well.. Personally.. I kinda wanna slay the dragon." He then raised his sword, giving a nod. "Let's get to work"
Spike gave a small nod, mumbling something from behind his Lucky Strike, before he threw it down on the ground. Glancing over towards Gunn for a moment, as the bald black man glanced towards the blue haired blue eyed woman, and then she glanced towards brood-master himself. All four intrepid heroes, two vampires with a soul, an Old god, and a bleeding mortal charged into the throng of countless minions of a hell dimension, without a single glint of fear in their eyes. Only knowing that they were the ones standing between them and the innocents they had fought so hard to protect, the innocents who did not know that evil had come to town.
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Four blocks from the Hyperion Alley
The black SUV moved through the streets, speeding, playing a game of cat and mouse while it passed several cars that had drivers that didn't know that the end of the world could be happening at any given moment.
The vehicle was moving at an amazingly quick speed that would no doubt get the attention of the law enforcement soon if the driver wasn't careful, but it seemed that they were on their way to a fire that they couldn't wait to get to.
"I.. I don't know about this.. I.. I mean come on what could I help them with?" A plume of smoke escaped out the passenger side window as the passenger glanced over to the driver. The passenger was a pretty blonde thing, with a beautiful smile, and a few strands of red and black in her hair, she was wearing a ¾ length brown coat, and a pair of jeans, with a white shirt under the coat. A cloved cigarette held in between two silver ringed fingers.
The driver shrugged his shoulders, looking through the windshield as he drove. "Oh for the love of Liberace get your keester moving gramps!" The driver honked his loud horn. "Now for you sweetcheeks? Kinda simple don't you think? You're a Slayer, and they need all the help that they can get right about now, the worlds ending kiddo, and this is the thing you're meant to stop. Right Kaya?"
The blonde let out a soft sting of breath, and she gave a snort. Slayer.. those words were still rather fresh to her, then again everything that she had been through, everything was a new roller coaster from one day to the next. "Yea.. I guess your right. So what about you?"
"What about me darlin'.. That's simple and more to the point, Angelcakes needs me, and it's about time I actually started being the hero."
"Lorne, you –are- a hero, don't you know that by now?"
The green faced Pyleian looks over towards the young girl and gave a smile. "You're sweet kiddo." Lorne knew that he wasn't a hero, he was many things. A snazzy dresser, a great singer, and hell even a killer, but he wasn't a hero.
To that Kaya Jordan just gave a faint snort. She wasn't sweet, hadn't been for a while. For over three years she had been doing this, this.. fighting even before she supposedly was a Slayer, and for those three years she had built up walls around herself. She hadn't let anyone in, except maybe her one time mentor Charles Gunn, the man that had saved her the night that there had been an attack at the sorierty house that she was going to be pledging to, everyone had died BUT Kaya. For the first three months she blocked everyone out while she was in rehab for her bum knee, and then after that she finally pulled herself out of that misery, at least as far as anyone ever knew. But those nightmares still existed.
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Back behind the Hyperion Hotel
The battle had continued on, vampire, reality spinning demons, and hell even a few things that they wouldn't be able to name without looking it up in some dusty book continued to come after them. As one demon fell three took its spot, crawling towards the would be heroes of the day.
Gunn was trying his best to stay on his feet; a large Minotaur like demon had grabbed hold of the axe as Gunn had swung it, and with one hand sent Gunn flying into the wall.
"Charlie Boy!" The cockney accent of the peroxide blonde was the last thing Charles Gunn had heard before he slipped into unconsciousness
Spike had seen Gunn go down, and he wasn't getting back up.
"All right you bloody ponces. That's it.. I have had.. " He drove a stake into a vampire's heart, having not yet shown his own game face. "Enough!" He then grabbed hold of a green one eyed demons head and just threw him into a small horde of what one could only call goblins, as he tried to make his way towards Gunn.
Angel, the ever brooding wonder seemed to not even be breaking a sweat at that moment while he was facing off a rather large (and foul smelling) bat winged demon, who almost resembled a shaved ape, it lunged towards him with it's large clawed hands screeching, Angel ducked, moving to the side to swipe at the soft underside belly of the hairless ape.
Angel gave an accomplished smirk, to perhaps try and savor that death, until he heard two mirror like screeches now coming from behind him. He didn't even turn around, he just shook his head and murmered to himself. "Great.. Just.. great."
Illyria, the would be god, seemed to be like a machine, taking down each and every monster that lunged her way. Until she heard a voice of one that sounded so familiar, but so.. not.
"Illyria, do you really think that you.. can beat.. us?" The voice was behind her.
Slowly she turned around, to find the eyes of a startling green colour, they almost glowed. A man, if you could call the seven and a half foot thing that was swathed in shadows. The man seemed to smirk though she could not see it.
"The well is deep, and yet you crawled out. I am impressed." Her tone was as flat as it normally was, no hint of emotion coming from her.
"Pity, that we're not so impressed with.. You and your friends have become a rather big annoyance in the plans, and we can't have that."
As the two beings from The Well were speaking, the war continued on around them, but for this moment it didn't seem to matter to either of them. Illyria was angered, to the extent that those alien blue eyes seemed to just be staring at the man-being in front of her.
"Plans, we do not go by plans, we make our own destiny." With that she tried to thrust the sword she was carrying into the man. He caught it with her hand, and shoved her backwards.
"And I make my own destiny this night."
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The war continued to wage on, it seemed hopeless for the Champions of Earth. The two vampires that were en-souled seemed to continually bat down the enemies, but more were continuing in their place. At the far end of the alley, there seemed to be a worm hole of some sort, just looming in the air, wreathed with chaotic and unnatural swirling green flames, a portal that allowed more demons to pass through.
The Senior Partners were making sure that there was nothing to stand in their way of the coming Apocalypse, and they would make sure the Champions fell one by one. As a large Gorlack demon (A veritable 8 foot tall being that was covered in dark fur, with a face that was akin to a dog, though more monstrous with ten inch long razor like knives for claws.) came chasing down the alleyway upon the unsuspecting blonde vampire, and the human known as Gunn, the Senior Partners watched from a crystal, all giving a nod of approval.
However the Senior Partners as mighty as they were, were never all knowing.
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"Charlie, y'okay mate?" Spike asked, as he helped the bleeding man up.
"Y'know.. A brother can never get a break, if it's not some evil chick trying to get into my pants, it's you saving my ass."
Spike gave a laugh, which was quickly drowned out by the sound of a charging beast, coming straight for them. Spike spun around, holding onto one of his absconded swords. "Holy Shit.. What …"
"Is that?" Gunn finished for him, as he gave a grunt, the thing that was charging down was plowing through it's own allies, the demons getting squished and pulverized under it's large mass.
"Whatever it is.. Looks mean."
"Yup.. Looks really pissed off."
"I call dibs!" With that, Spike goes racing down the alleyway to meet the monster, only to go flying through the air over Gunn and landing in a pile of trash and a few dead bodies.
Gunn began to limp towards the Gorlack demon. "All right, you want some of this! You want some of this, you wanna be Big Foot, but couldn't get the job so now you're all pissed off and crying in the unemployment line.. I've worn furcoats that looked better than.." As Gunn got there, the Gorlack demon stopped, and stared down at him with sickly yellow eyes. "…You." Gunn swallowed hard… Breathing heavily.
The Gorlack beast took in a deep rumbling breath, that didn't sound too healthy at all.
"Gunn watch out!" Angel yelled loudly, trying to warn his friend.
The Gorlack raised it's arm, to swipe at the human.
Gunn winced, but held his ground, and holding his favorite axe.
As the Gorlack moved to bring his arm down, Gunn had the axe raised up to impale upon it's chest, even if it meant his death, but that's when the Gorlack blinked and just went still.
After a minute, slowly it's head was removed from it's shoulders, and it toppled over to the side.
Standing behind the now lifeless future rug for the living room, was the blonde girl known as Kaya, holding a longsword, that was now glistening with blood, giving a faint smile. Gunn's eyes went wide. Before he could say anything a small imp like beast with wings and hooves came running towards the newest combatant, who was quickly met with a crossbow bolt between the eyes, coming from on high.
Kaya looked up, giving a nod, then looking at Gunn.
"Don't look like you've seen a ghost, can't have a party without me Gunn."
"Kaya.. You.. how?"
"Less talking, more fighting, go check on your friend." With that.. Kaya went running into the frey to dispatch a small group of demons as they were getting close to the now unconscious Spike.
Gunn shook his head, but then remembering the bolt, he began to look up at the rooftops, he saw a shadowy figure moving to hide behind a billboard sign, but at that moment he had bigger concerns, if someone wanted to help, more power to them, he began to limp towards Spike.
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The Senior Partners were not expecting two more combatants in the fight for good vs. evil, in fact this blonde girl had not been known to them at all. Somehow she had come, and she was a Slayer, something that could turn the tides of war in the favor of good.
To the side beside the crystal, there was an hour glass, that was slowly running out of sand. As one of the Senior partners looked to the hour glass, one boned hand goes slamming down close to the crystal, a howl emitting from them.
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Illyria had taken the fight with the one from the Well upon herself, and kept trying to charge him, but he was as powerful as she was and it was becoming a stalemate. Every time she tried to land a thrust with her sword, it was blocked by one of the powerful arms. Every time she attempted to deliver a blow with her hand it was quickly dodged.
"Don't you see Illyria, it is pointless, you cannot beat me. You should have stayed in the Well, you would have been safer there." For a moment, it almost sounded like compassion or caring coming from the man-being, but only for a moment, before he shoved her back against the wall once more as she tried to attack him.
Not even out of breath, all though sweating, Illyria looked at him. "You make me sick, you allow yourself to be controlled by a lesser being." She spit in his face, a custom that was not familiar with her, but remembered it within the memories of Winifred Burkle, the woman whom she had possessed.
He raised a hand up, and rubbed the spit in. "At least I am not a lesser being like you." The voice filled with frustration and absolute anger, as he grabbed hold of the woman's hair and threw her in the opposite wall, and charged after her.
Angel thrust an elbow into the snout of a puke green coloured demon before delivering swift upthrust of his sword into the mid-section of another. He was circled, and he knew it. Two vampires were in the mix as well, with their "game faces" on, as one of them tried to dive towards him, he exploded into a fine cloud of dust in mid-air, Angel raised his head to find out where the helping hand had come from, but found nothing.
"This is just getting a bit too much." He muttered under his breath, as he then made slow yet thorough work of the demons around him.
There was a small lull of the demons, they seemed to be re-grouping. He could not find Illyria anywhere, but his eyes fell upon a blonde (that wasn't Spike) decapitating another vampire (who.. thankfully wasn't Spike). Arching an eyebrow, he noticed then Gunn and a blonde (who was Spike) and he moved over towards them.
"Who's the girl?" Angel ran a hand down his tattered trench coat, before he took it off, thinking to himself how he had just got it.
"That.. would be.. A uh.. well.. Slayer." Gunn said, holding his split open stomach, leaning against the building, finally feeling the pain overrun him once more.
"Bloody 'ell, a Slayer? Damn and here I thought all those went to Europe or whatever with Buffy. Along with the Bloody Immortal." Spike said sourly, slowly pulling himself up to his feet.
"Guess no one sent her the memo." Angel said softly as he watched the girl duck under the swing of a pig faced demon, only to use her momentum to throw him over her shoulder, she spun around and impaled her sword into it's chest, before pulling it out, and thrusting it backwards, behind her to meet another demon in the belly with it's sharp tip.
"She's been doing this for a while now, dunno when she became a Slayer but.. She's one of my old homegirls from back in the day when I wasn't hanging with vampires." Gunn replied. "Maybe she's always been but.. I don't think so." His face was turning more ashen.
"Charlie boy, why don't you go and find some place to sit, and rest up.. and not get hurt." Spike said, in a worried tone.
"Man, and what type of bunk ass shit is that? Me not fight, pft." He said trying to not show his pain.
"Gunn, Spikes right.. Did I just.. yea the worlds coming to an end."
Before Spike could tell Angel to sod off, the sound of something almost like a very loud whistle came hurtling towards them.
"DUCK!" Spike yelled, as they all went jumping off to the sides, as a large fireball landed against the brick wall they were leaning against.
As Angel slowly stood up, he looked towards where the fireball had come from, only to find a woman who looked un-unnervingly like Eve standing there, holding another flaming ball in her hand.
"You killed Lindsey!" With that, the fireball went flying towards the souled vampire, and he jumped out of it's way once more.
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The demons had re-grouped and were beginning to not fight with the Champions, but against themselves. They were demons from all over the different planes of existence; of course the Senior Partners could never have realized that their vast differences could have turned to be one of their largest weaknesses.
While the demons fought against one another, the Champions had another problem on their hands, Eve, and Illyria was no where to be found.
Of course the blonde known as Kaya had dived into the fighting hordes of demons, easier to take them out when they weren't gunning for her. Moving in and out of the frey, hitting one in the back of the head, and moving so it would attack the demon that would have lunged for her, using a divide and conquer tactic that was working for the most part.
Angel looked up towards the woman who was scorned. Muttering under his breath, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Shaking his head, as he watched the woman on top of a fire escape, he sighed silently.
"What does she mean y'killed Lindsey?" Spike asked as he moved next to his grandsire.
"He was going to turn on us Spike, I had to do it." More like, had Lorne do it. Of course the souled vampire was feeling remorse and guilt for that one. Lindsey had wanted in, he believed he had changed, but Angel knew otherwise.
Spike seemed to weigh it for all of a second, before he turned his head, looking at Angel. "Never imagined you t'be a killer. But if he was gonna turn on us.. Well no one doesn't like a non teamplayer these days it seems. But I think the little bit up there is rather angry and lookin' to toast your … "
Before Spike could finish, a flash of green could be seen, stepping out from behind the billboard right across from Eve. Lorne, the Pyleian demon, the Host.
"Sorry to break it to you muffin, but Angelcakes didn't kill your precious loverboy, that was.. me." He looked a little hesitant as he said those words, and turned a deeper shade of green, if it was possible for the melodious demon.
The empty soulless eyes of Eve turned towards the demon, as did Gunn's, Spikes, and Angel's. Angel took in a deep, un-needed breath as he winced some. This wasn't going to turn out so well for his friend, the one he thought he'd never see again.
The Senior Partners watched from their plantar as they saw the image of their enhanced warrior be faced with the fact that the one that they had pitted her, it against was not the face of her wrath. It seemed that there was no way around this, time was not on their side and apparently neither was fate.
The grains of sand continued to slowly flitter through the glass tubing, very few remained, time was being cut shorter and shorter, and there was no answer in sight, no answer the Senior Partners liked at least.
The hooded beings all knew at once the only answer that was left for them at this moment, absolute removal of their beings from this plane, and go into hiding; planning another battle that would finally conquer the world known as earth, for themselves, for the demons of the dark.
Within seconds, the beings began to de-materialize into nothing.
The portal where the demons were spilling out of just moments ago, snapped shut, leaving those who had come through, no way of escaping and no means for backup. Kaya stared for a moment where they had been, to get walloped in the side of the head with a meaty club, as she got thrown into the wall she had just been staring at, the droves of demons that were still left, began to circle around her.
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As Illyria was being choked by the Being from the Well, she tried to kick at him, to get him away, unable to breath nor speak at that moment. His sickeningly green eyes turning to the side for a moment, before he let her go.
"Remember this Illyria, and remember it well, and remember the name you try to grasp for. It is Azaziel." With that, he took one step backwards, and disappeared.
Illyria slumped down, holding her throat and gasping for breath as she stared in that direction.. and hissed softly, as a memory surfaced. While she was a god, a goddess, a queen.. Azaziel had been a god, a king, her king, her lover.
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"You.. You.. You!" Eve yelled a few times, but she couldn't get passed the first word, either through fury, anger, or absolute homicidal lust.. Or so the others thought, before she fell onto her knees, and let out an ear splitting cry of pain, and then just fell back, passed out.
Lorne moved to climb down from the fire escape.
Spike looked up for a minute, before looking around, and scratched the back of his head. "Uhm.. fellas I hate to break it to you but I honestly don't think something is right 'ere now. I mean, look, the fireball is out cold, the portal closed and.. well .. "
"They have retreated." A hoarse voice came from the right of the group, Illyria rubbing her throat. "They have retreated like the vermin they are." Seemingly now more angry than she was at the thought of Wesley's death.
"Good t'see you're all right Blue." Spike spoke, turning his head to look at Gunn. "But Charlie needs a hospital, and I don't know where his slayer went."
"Illyria, take Gunn inside the Hyperion, there's a first aide kit in the office. Use it. Clean his wounds and we'll be there soon." Angel said, looking to the Power that Was.
Illyria gave a sniff of defiance, before moving over towards Gunn, picking him up and moving down the alleyway, Gunn would have argued if he had still been awake.
As Lorne made his way down, he looked towards Angel and Spike a moment, before speaking, "Don't think because I came here, and brought Kaya, that I'm sticking around Angel cakes."
Angel shook his head, giving a faint smile. "Wouldn't dream of it Lorne."
With that the two vampires and the green skinned songbird moved down the alleyway towards where the demon horde had grouped, and (or so they thought) licking their wounds. The two vampires were no worse for wear, sure their trench coats were a little bit on the holey side, and had a fair bit of blood and grime on them, but they were hardly wounded. Lorne was wearing of course his bright blue Armani suit, of course not good for killing, but in one hand he held a cross bow, and on his back a quiver of bolts, ready to do damage from very far away so he doesn't ruin his Italian loafers, after all you can –never- get hell beast blood out of fine Italian leather.
"So where do you think the Slayer went?" Spike asked, as he reached inside his pocket to pull out his cigarettes, only for his hand to shove right through the rather large hole. "Oh bloody hell."
"Well, knowing Kaya, she may have gone through the portal." Lorne replied.
"Wait how do you know this Kaya?" Angel turned, looking to the Pylian.
Lorne shrugged his shoulders just a little bit, and gave a faint if not tense smile. "She came into Caritas a few times, we kept in touch after the bar blew up the last time, and been chums ever since." He too had paused to look at Angel. "I knew you would need the help, and I knew that you couldn't do it alone. After I.." He paused, then shook his head. "I called her, and went on my way to pick her up.. She was already on her way, even though she hadn't realized it. I just helped get her here. She's a sweet girl, Angelcakes."
Angel gave a small nod, and sighed. "What we need, another sweet girl getting hurt." For a moment, thinking about Fred, and winced.
"She's a slayer, she's bloody strong, and she can handle this." Spike said, a few feet from them. "So shall we continue on with the killing of these demons so we can go back and have a nip of blood and lick our own wounds and mourn for our friends?"
"I'll just stand back here then." Lorne replied, giving a faint squeamish look.
"Right then. What about you y'ponce?" Spike asks, looking to Angel, who was already stalking towards the grouping, but not because of Spike's inspiring words, but due to the fact that he smelled human blood, and it was fresh. "Well okay."
Angel was first to reach the small horde, who were fighting with one another to try and get something that was in the middle of the medium sized group. A Gibraltor demon (A 5 foot demon with a wing span that was twice it's body size, covered in an almost stone like carapace, spun around as it sensed something coming up behind them, and screeched loudly in Angel's face.
Angel smirked, his face turning into the hideous mask of the demon that still housed in part of his body, and gave a yell back. The Demon screeched again, while Spike looked to his grandsire, wondering if he went daft. Angel shrugged at his grandchilde, before he punched the demon in the face, and regretting it a moment later as a shooting pain went through his entire hand.
"Son of a!" Holding his hand, he stared at the Gibraltor demon for a good long moment, before he then kicked up his foot as hard as he could right behind the beasts legs, it let out a high pitched squeal of sorts, it's meaty massive hands moving to it's groin, and falling to his knees.
Angel looked for a moment, amazed that it actually worked.
"Remind me.. not t'scream in your face in the near future Peaches." Spike muttered as he moved in, throwing a few already well beaten demons out of the way, he could see strands of what appeared to be gold on the concrete. "Ah.. crap."
A vampire looked up to the three heroes that had come to the Slayer's rescue, his lips coloured with crimson, his "game face" on, and a growl coming from him, those eerie yellow eyes just staring at the turncoats. That blood, was human blood, and with one guess both vampires knew who's it was.
"Take care of herself he says." Spike muttered once more, as he grabbed hold of the collar of the vampires shirt, and threw him up against a wall, and then charged after him, pulling out a stake that he had been able to hold onto all through out the battle.
As Lorne had seen yet another one of his friends get hurt, he shook his head for a moment. It was time to stop just sitting idly by, sure he wasn't some Stallone or some Arnie, but he could still fight, or die trying.
He put another bolt into the crossbow, and began to make his way in while Spike and Angel's hands were full at the moment, and sighed faintly, before he raised the crossbow, and took a shot at a demon, right through the eye.
Kaya was trying to fight off the vampires that had attacked en masse but finding it difficult, she was becoming sluggish due to the loss of blood. She brought back her fist, punching one of the vampires straight in it's face, with enough strength that the sickening crunch was heard. "I am not a damn Capri-Sun!" She sent her foot out, kicking another, but it was in vain, terribly in vain, as the world began to spin out of control, she was trying to get loose, but it seemed that it was not working. Soon another vampire had set it's fangs deep into her, and with the blissful bite, Kaya passed out.
Angel and Spike had both heard that outburst coming from the Slayer, but they saw no more movement, heard no more struggle underneath the dog pile, and this sent them into over-drive. They began to kill anything that resembled a demon or otherwise, trying to get to the girl that had put her life on the line to save their lives, and had indeed saved Gunn's life.
Lorne was being no slouch either, he continued to fight from behind the lines, taking shots here and there with his cross bow, it was the only thing he –could- do, he would not touch the gun that he had used to kill Lindsey, in fact that weapon was long gone, away on the ride to pick up Kaya. He was indeed no Stallone, no Arnie, but he was fighting for his friends. Realizing, that they were indeed his friends no matter how bitter the taste of death was in his mouth.
After several long minutes of battle, there were only a few vampires left, the demons had scattered, their own urge for survival now spurning them onwards. The handful of demons were also now making a tactical retreat, minus for the one that was supping slowly upon the fallen Slayer, their blood so strong, that it was addicting. Spike growled, as did Angel in unison as they reached down to rip the vampire from the Slayer, and they threw him against a wall, the heedy blood taking it's toll on the beast, as it laid there dazed. Lorne began to slowly stalk towards the gorged vampire.
"Blood 'ell is she breathin'?" Spike crouched down in front of Kaya, looking at her for a moment.
"She's breathing, I don't smell death on her.. At.. least not her own" Angel replied a touch sheepishly as he too crouched down at her side.
They both still wore their "game faces" as they stayed there crouched, looking over the fallen Slayer. She laid there pristine, it was almost like she was Sleeping Beauty waiting for someone to give her a kiss to wake her up. In the distance the sound of a 'twang' echoes through the now quiet air, as Lorne kills the vampire who had dared hurt his friend.
"We should get her inside." Angel said, Spike nodding and reaching down to pick her up.
Kaya's eyes flew open and that's when Spike was met with a fist to the face, and a sword to Angels throat. "Don't fucking come near me you fucking soul suckers." Her teeth clenched in pain, not realizing exactly who these two were. Not at this moment at least, the pain was far too great.
"Uh.. rioght, anyone ever tell you luv, y'not meant to 'urt the blokes trying to get you outta 'ere?" Spike said, holding his face. "Damn you 'it 'ard."
The pain causing her to not register who was speaking to her. She was hurting far too bad, her knee was screaming as it had been dislocated, and she drug herself up to a sitting position.. looking to them both, breathing heavily. If she was truly seeing them that is another question.
"Kaya.. it's okay.. we're friends.." Angel's hand moving to touch the blade.
Slowly realization began to settle in.. as she dropped the sword, and finally allowed herself to show the pain that she was trying to mask. It seemed her entire body trembled with fatigue as she closed her eyes and coughed deeply, it sounded like something rattled, perhaps even broken ribs. "Gu.. Gunn?" She was able to wheeze out while she held herself.
"Alive he's getting' patched up." Spike answered as he lowered his hand, his face slightly bloody due to her hit.
Lorne slowly came walking up to the trio, and he crouched down, looking to Kaya with concern on his features, before looking back to Angel and Spike. "We should try and move the little love fest on inside though for the time being. It's getting to be light out."
As the two vampires heard these words.. They knew that the fulfillment of the Shanshu prophecy did not come true. Spike moved, picking up Kaya without little worry.. as Angel moved to gather up Eve, he couldn't' just leave her there.
Lorne watched as these two en-souled vampires made their ways along, with their hearts heavy and shoulders slumped. He frowned, knowing that he was not the only one that had lost something tonight. "Every time a bell rings, an Angel gets it's wings. How I wish I had two bells right now." He whispered to himself, as he moved to follow slowly behind.