Disclaimer- I own nothing, except most of the ideas. If I did own the stuff, Angel and Buffy would not be off the air.
A/N- I wrote this for after the screen went dark on the finale of Angel. I was mad that it had ended so badly, and created my own ending. Please enjoy.
Chapter 1- Blinded By The Light
"You're supposed to wear that stuff on the inside Charlie Boy." Spike said, referring to the man's bleeding gut.
Charles Gunn, usually just known as Gunn, ignored the peroxide-haired Vampire's comment and asked, "Any word on Wes?"
"Wesley is dead." A blue skinned and haired woman jumped doen from the rooftops and lande beside him. "I am feeling grief for him. I wish to do more violence." she continued.
"Wishes just happen to be horses today." Gunn said, rising from his place on a stack of crates.
"You are fading, You won'y last more than 10 minuites at best." the woman said.
"Then let's make 'em memorable." he said, answering her.
Spike turned to the otherVampire in the group. In days long past, his name was Angelus. Now, though, he had regained his soul and went by Angel. "In terms of a plan?"
Angel looked at the army of demons fast approching and answered. "We fight."
"Bit more specific?" he exclaimed.
Angel looked up and saw the dragon flying around and smiled slightly. "Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon." he said. Then, his face grew grim again. "Let's go to work." Hefting his battleaxe up, he ran into the first wave of oncoming demons and monsters.
Spike kept his eye on Gunn throughout the fight. When he saw that the black man was going down, he leaped over the throes of demons to help him. He grabbed a sword from one of the fallen, and started to hack away at any and all comers. "How you doin' over here Charlie Boy?" he asked him.
"How long has it been sice the fight began?" he wanted to know.
"Hang on a sec and I'll let you know." Spike looked over at the only female in the group. She was easily holding her won, which made sense, considering she was a demon herself. An old one at that too. "Hey Blue!" he yelled in her general direction.
She dispatched the dozen or so demons she was fighting with ease, and appeared over by Spike and Gunn. "Yes?" she said. "And I am not 'Blue', as you so call me. I am Illyria, the god king..."
"We know who you are Blue. Gunn here wanted to know how long we've been fighting."
Illyria thought for a moment or two before answering. "we have been fighting for approximently a half of your hours."
Gunn dropped to the ground, smiling as he did so. "Looks like you were wrong Illyria. I lasted more than 10 minuites."
"And you're gonna keep lasting." Spike told him forcebly.
Gunn smiled weakly through the pain."Don't worry Spike. You'll see me again. I'm like a bad penny. I always turn up."
"You ain't dieing mate." Then, Spike made a decsion that he didn't like, but knew it had to be done. steeling himself, he bent down to Gunn's neck and started to drain him. When he was on his last dregs, spike bit his own wrist and held it up to the man's mouth. "Drink. Please." he said quietly. As Gunn started drinking the Vampire's blood, Spike cringed slightly, not liking the fact that he was turning someone. Still, it had to be done, so Spike quietly hid his revulsion.
Meanwhile, in another part of the alley, Angel was still fighting strong. He pulled his axe out of the dragon's head and burind it in an oncoming Keikaith demon. It screamed, then went down, taking the axe with it.
Angel looked around for signs of the others. Seeing Gunn on the ground and Spike and Illyria next to him, he raced over to them.
"Is he..." Angel asked Spike.
"No, but he may as well be."
"What do you mean?"
"Gunn was almost dead. To save him, Spike turned him." Illyria explained.
"Angel, it was the only way to save him." Spike said, noticing the look he was getting.
"We'll talk about this later." Angel said.
Spike scoffed. "If we both make it through this. Look at it this way though. He won't ever taste human blood, so we don't have to worry about him going crazy."
"But he doesn't have a soul either." Angel said after killing a few demons with Illyria's help.
"I do not wish to interrupt such an arguement, but we are currently under attack. Perhaps time would be better spent in killind the attackers." Illyria pointed out.
"Blue's got a point. If we hit dawn, and this still ain't over, I'll meet you back in the sewers."
Angel nodded, then moved back to the fight. He picked up a sword from the fallen demons and started fighting with it.
Illyria turned to Spike. "Go help your leader."
"He ain't my leader." He responded sharply, but whet anyways. He made his way over to Angel, picking up two swords and a dagger in the process. "Be handy have Willow here right now."
"I know what you mean. She could proably blast these guys into next year."
"Think they're coming, the Scoobies?"
"I don't know. Chances are they don't even know there's the Apoclypse going on right now." Angel said sadly.
"Bet they do."
"Then why aren't they here?"Angel shouted angrily.
"Either they think we can handle it, they don't care, or they're on their way here now." Angel was silent. Spike's ideas did have merit, as much as it pained him to admit that. And Italy was far away...
He was brought out of his reverly by being pounded into the ground by Spike. "What the hell was that for?" he yelled at him while gettin up. Spike pointed to a section of buliding that was where they had been standing only a few seconds ago. "You could've just said 'RUN'!"
"Well, yeah, if I had wanted to. It was more fun this way though." Angel rolled his eyes and went back to fighting.
Close to dawn, Spike, Illyria and Angel were getting tired. Gunn was still out of it, but he did show signs of stirring.
"Angel! It's almost dawn! Where's the sewer entrence?" Spike yelled.
"Down the alley that you came out of. I don't think we're gonna make it though." Angel motioned to the demons who were still coming strong to better make his point.
"Don't think like that mate. Think of what those wankers did to Cordy!"
Angel growled and allowed the demon to come to surface. Soon, he was clear of all demons. He yelled at Spike to shift into his Gameface, but saw that the Vampire already had.
Although they were fighting the good fight, they were still losing. Everyone on the side of good was going down. Angel looked to the east and saw the sky lighting with false dawn. He made his way over to Spike, Illyria, and the still unconcious Gunn and said, "Big finish time."
Before either could aske him what he ment though, there was a flash of brilliant white light. Everyone closed their eyes, and the two Vampires shielded their faces from it. When it faded away, the group opende their eyes in amazement.
The alleyway was littered with the bodies of fallen demons and other creatures. At the mouth of it, a very large, and very dead troll lay. On top of it stood a young man, about 18, and a woman in her upper 20s, or lower 30s.
Angel stared at them in amazement, as did everyone else. However, while Spike and Illyria stood still, Angel took a few hesitant steps forward.
"Conner?" he stammered out eventually. "Cordy?"
Conner smile the same smile that his father was famous for. "Hey dad. Cordelia thought she could help."
"How... what...." he stammered.
"Some chick named willow brought her back. She's on her way over hre right now with a load of other people." Conner said.
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