Disclaimer: I Don't own any of these characters, Joss does.
Spoilers: Continues after "Not Fade away"
Summary: Brief insight into Angel's thoughts during the battle
Feedback: Yes, please
The Journey's End
The rusty and acrid smell in the alley increased with each blow taken and each life lost. The scene becoming blurry and more unrealistic, while time woefully slithered by. His body was sore and passing the limit of exerting the power needed to keep the creatures at bay, but what his body was starting to lack, was compensated with the fiery, animal rage glowing amber in his heart. For something that was long now dead, the fuel and power it supplied was far too great to overlook.
The rain continued to soak through their skins as they continued to fight through the masses. The air surrounding them was sizzling, as if in expectation for something more final to come. Whenever it was manageable, he cast quick glances at the remaining two at his sides, hoping against hope that the wall of defense they had constructed, be it only of three, could pull off the sheer onslaught presented before them. The scene having been taken out from the darkest and most frightening of nightmares, and given wings of flight.
His companions had taken to the color of dark blood and were willing away the tired groans emanating form their bodies and by now were fighting in a robot-like manner. Faces looking expressionless, for the loss of the evening had not settled deep, still clinging in their minds from a thread, waiting to makes its decent when the person was most vulnerable. Most hollowed.
Angel had mentally extracted himself from the situation and had found that he was most comfortable just witnessing, being a mere bystander in the rain swept alley. He looked about the vast expanse of the horrific picture before him, letting his eyes rest on the huddled body near the bins. The small smile engraved upon the face telling of times better well gone, while the empty eyes stared as if into an abyss, dark and foreboding.
Too many precious lives lost and still more to be taken, and all for that one shiny moment of rebellion. He continued to sweep over his gaze across the murky blonde, and over to the fire blue, as they danced their way over bodies, too caught up in their own strife to have a care in the world.
For the briefest of moments, the creatures started to diminish, giving them but a slight moment of reprieve. Angel took that moment and motioned for them to huddle close beside him as an ear-splitting cry frizzled through the dark night. The roar now accompanied by a massive reptilian body soaring downward towards them. The eyes blood red and the wings of the deepest night, descending rapidly, with its gruesome claws and talons fierce.
He steadies the sword in his hand as he sees Illyria and Spike preparing themselves as well, tension now sweeping through them like a tidal wave.
A quixotic smile slowly appears on Angel's face, knowing that this is the end and their final farewell. Grinning full in the eyes of hell itself and yet having no fear at all, no apprehension.
Just as the hell demon obscured their vision completely, being too close for comfort, a blinding light swept through the alley, driving them blind in the midst of such powerful light.
What happens now? What has become?
For now nothing else is the same, and nothing else is right.
Sorry guys, real moody and still sad . I tried with having some ending to it, but you guys use your imaginations to what that light could have meant for our heroes: a brief death or sudden victory? I just can't believe that "Angel" is no more. Thanks for taking your time to read it and still I apologize for the Joss I pulled at the end but it was his fault first.
Cheers