The Future is Black

by Country fan 7

Sequel to "Future Complications" - The time has come for Liam to finish what came to the past to do. The apocalypse is about to commence unless he gets his family, Buffy and Angel, to help. Throw in an Archer, a Swordsman, a Goddess, a Slayer, a Destroyer, a Demon, and an Angel and you have one good recipe for an apocalypse. And it's a good apocalypse.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Now It Begins

Hey guys. This is the first installment of my final book to the future series. I know it's been a while but I had to get the story started somewhere and I needed to think. So here it is. The first chapter. The next chapter I'll try to put up in the next few days, but it may take a while. As I told you guys at the end of my last book, this book is mostly going to be my own. So not a whole lot of Angel or Buffy episodes, or maybe there will be. I'm working on it. But I will have a lot of Liam episodes here. But for now, enjoy what I have brought you thus far.

…

London, England

Night Time

August 1, 2002

A woman was running through the darkened streets of London as she was being chased by an unknown presence. She ran down a street and ducked into an alleyway. She leaned against the brick wall and caught her breathe before peering out of the alley, looking down the street. She saw no one and sighed in relief. She turned to go out but was stopped as a hand covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming.

"Going somewhere, Luv?" The vampire said to her in a British accent. His four vampire brethren laughed behind him. "What's the rush? We were havin' ourselves a good time." He threw the woman to the other vampires who held her.

"Fancy a bite?" one of the other vampires asked with a devilish grin.

"Please. Please just let me go." The woman begged.

"Sorry Luv. But we were goin' out for a bite and thought you would like to join us."

"Please don't." The cried. She was tearing up. Fear griped her as the monsters before her held her tight.

"Now let's get straight to the main course." The lead vampire said and bent down to bite her. The woman screamed. Suddenly, the lead vampire was thrust off of the woman and flew right into the wall. Two of the other vampires were knocked back by a single punch and the last vampire was kicked away. The woman took her chance and ran out of the alley, leaving the vampires and her apparent rescuer.

"That was our dinner." One of the vampires said getting up.

"He is now." Another said and they all moved in on the man that deprived them of their meal. The man backed up away as the vampires closed in. He backed way into the pitch black darkness of the alley so that no normal eye could see him. The vampires went after him. Vampire growls were heard in the alley and screams were followed as to a trained listener, they were turned to dust. A match was lit on the darkness and the man stepped out of the alley with the cigar in his mouth and the match in his hand lighting it. He had brunette colored hair and green eyes. He wore a black coat and dark jeans with combat boots on. The man waved the match to put out the light and took a drag from his cigar and puffed out smoke.

"Just like old times." Liam said.

...

Delia was sitting on the couch of Liam's and her apartment, or flat as they say in England. She had her feet up on the coffee table with a laptop propped up on her lap. She was busy looking through her notes on the information they had gathered at the Watchers Council Library. They had been spending the last three months in England dividing their time between helping out Willow when they could and researching the Orb of Danzalthar in the vast library of the Watchers Council. Getting into the Watcher's Council was tricky but not impossible. When they first arrived, Giles should them the building and Liam and Delia did the rest. They swiped Giles' member tag and made two exact copies of it, but with Delia's and Liam's faces on them. Then Liam used his future computer hacking skills to by-pass the Councils computer database and had his and Delia's name added into them. They had to be very careful because even this plan they had could go wrong six ways from Sunday.

Delia had been excited at first when they got into the Council Building and Liam could have sworn he saw her jaw literally drop to the floor when she first saw the grand library. Since then, she had spent most of her time researching in the library. She probably would have made every Watcher proud to see a Slayer with as much initiative as she did. Liam would even go into the library and find that Delia had spent two days straight researching with only coffee and any food Liam brought to her without sleep. Liam would get worried and have her take a break, much to her protests, and research for her. But with all their time researching, it seemed like it was all for nothing. Thankfully the Watcher's Council had the books categorized so that it would be easier for the couple to research specific books instead of every book. But they had researched just about every book that could have any mention of the Orb and found nothing.

The door opened and Liam came in. Delia looked up from her laptop to see him. "Hey." She greeted him.

"Hey yourself." He said back while hanging up coat and taking his equipment belt off.

"Catch anything?" Delia asked looking back at the screen.

"Seven. I think the nights are getting slower." Liam responded as he came over and planted a kiss on Delia's head. As he walked off towards the kitchen, Delia's heightened senses picked up the whiff of smoke.

"Have you been smoking?" She asked looking at him. Liam stopped and turned to face her.

"No." he lied and continued his walk to the kitchen.

"Yes you have and don't lie to me."

Liam stopped again and sighed before facing her. "Ok, yes. I had a cigar after I was done."

"Liam, you told me that you wouldn't smoke unless it was after an apocalypse."

"I didn't have one after we stopped Willow so tonight was that cigar." Liam replied smugly and turned back to the kitchen.

"That's what you said last month." Delia reminded him. Liam opened the fridge.

"Ok, fine. But I also said it was after a major victory. And tonight I took out four vampires in the blackened darkness in record time."

"Liam, you have heightened senses and can see in the dark. Not to mention, I took out six in front of Angel and Spike and even I didn't need a drag to say 'job well done'."

"Whatever." Liam pulled out a beer from the fridge and took off the cap. He put the bottle to his mouth and sipped. Delia was surprised. Liam hadn't drank alcohol since he met her. In fact a lot of his bad habits he had, he quite when he met her. Now all of a sudden he was drinking and smoking. Something wasn't right.

"Now you're drinking? Liam, what happened to the whole you not ever drinking again?"

"I think I can handle it now." Liam said before taking another sip of beer. "Besides, it's not like I'm going to be completely hammered and do something stupid."

"Liam, as long as I've known you, you always do something stupid. Doesn't matter if you're drunk or not."

"Well then there's no hurt in me having a beer." Liam responded before turning away to drink his beer. Delia eyed him suspiciously. It was true that Liam had done stupid things in the past, whether intentional or not, but he never once break his non-alcohol streak since he met her. He quite everything after that night he bumped into her. Whoring, smoking, doing drugs, and especially drinking. Now he's picking back up some bad habits. Something wasn't right.

"OK." She brushed it off for the moment. "Well anyway, I've been looking through my notes on what little we've managed to get from the library."

"Anything useful?"

"Nothing. And that's putting it mildly. There are no pictures, no references, mentions, sightings. Nothing that points to the Orb in anyway."

"What about all the information we got before we came here?" Liam asked and took another sip of beer.

"That was all speculations and theory Liam. Nothing concrete enough to point us to where it might be."

"Then I guess we'll just have to keep on looking." Liam took another sip of beer. "Why don't you turn in tonight and we'll both go to the library tomorrow."

"I was actually thinking that maybe we should go back to Sunnydale." This caught Liam off-guard. They never talked about going back to Sunnydale since they came to England. It was always research and find the Orb. Liam walked into the sitting area and sat down in a chair.

"Why do you wanna go back?"

Delia closed her laptop and placed it on the table. "The Watcher's Council is proving to be a bust. I mean I know that they are supposed to have information on like all demons and evil things, but they apparently don't have anything on any Orb."

"We haven't checked everything yet."

"But majority says that we aren't going to find anything in the remaining books we haven't looked through."

"Did we look everywhere? Including the Restricted Section?" Liam smiled and took a sip of beer. Delia gave him a look.

"This isn't really a time to reference Harry Potter, Liam. No matter how appropriate that saying was."

"All I'm saying is that we haven't covered all of our bases yet. Let's not quit before we're done." Liam finished his beer and got up and headed towards the kitchen again.

"But I think that get more information if we somehow hack….." She was cut off before she could finish her sentence.

"I said let's not do that." Liam raised his voice and spun around to face her. Delia looked at her husband, stunned. She had never seen Liam drunk and she knew that he had only one beer. So he clearly wasn't drunk. But every other time Liam was like this, it was because of something on his mind. Something serious.

"Liam, I simply made a suggestion."

"Well, that's not a suggestion I will take. We'll finish the job we have here before we go and do something else." Liam stated his wishes and went into the bedroom. The door closed rather loudly. Delia still sat on the couch looking at where Liam had left the room. This was definitely not normal behavior for Liam. Whenever he stated a course of action, he would explain it. But whenever he didn't he usually had something up his sleeve. And being the nosy detective she was, Delia was going to find out exactly what.

…

Giles was in his study at his estate house reading a book. Since he arrived back in England three months ago, he and Willow had been staying at his house while she went off to her classes with the local coven to control her magic. When he was home last year, it was very quiet and Giles felt lonely. But now that Willow was here with him and Liam and Delia would help out from time to time, he felt better and wasn't so alone anymore. He had missed his family and he missed everything from his home away from home, Sunnydale.

There was a knock on the door and Giles looked up from his book. Delia stood in the doorway, leaning on the banister.

"Delia. How good it is to see you." Giles said happily.

"Hello Giles." Delia greeted the watcher. "Mind if I come in?"

"Please. Not at all." Delia nodded and walked into the study, sitting down in a chair across from Giles' desk. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Actually, yes." Delia didn't know who else to turn to. With Willow going off to her classes and Buffy and Angel 5,000 miles away, Giles was the only family member of Liam's she could talk to about him. "It's about Liam."

This caught Giles' attention. He set his book down and leaned his elbows on his desk, looking at Delia with his full attention. "Is everything alright?" he asked concerned.

"I don't know. Lately, he's been acting….different."

"Different how?"

"He's been….smoking….and drinking."

"Excessively?"

"No. He just has a cigar after a major win against a number of vampires and he's had a beer like every other day."

"And this is abnormal?" Giles asked thinking it wasn't a big deal.

"Yes." Delia said getting up and begun to pace.

"So a grown man who smokes and drinks is abnormal. Yes, I can see where you should be worried." Giles said sarcastically.

"Don't get cheeky." Delia said. "Liam never does this."

"Ever?"

"Well, he did it before he met me, along with some other bad habits, but he quite them all cold turkey when he met me."

"What other bad habits did he have?" Delia stopped pacing and gave Giles a look. She didn't want to tell him and Giles saw that she didn't. "Right. Has he expressed any other of these bad habits?"

"No. Not that I know of."

"Well, it is natural for men to have bad habits, quit them, and then go back to them after a period of time. Usually they have a far more control over them then they did before." Giles theorized.

"Do you really think that I'm just being paranoid?"

"Could be possible. But if you truly believe that there is something wrong with Liam, then you should confront him about it." Delia nodded to the watcher. She would definitely confront Liam about this. It wasn't him and when Liam started doing things out of the ordinary, something was definitely up. She didn't want to tell Giles about Liam's little outburst the previous night, thinking that whatever caused him to drink is what caused him to raise his voice to her. She wanted to know what was going on.

…

Delia walked into her apartment in London and set her coat up. She looked around but found no sign of Liam. She thought that he must have gone to the Watchers Library to do more research. She thought about joining him but decided against it. She'd be too busy wondering what has Liam all hot and heavy.

Delia walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Immediately she noticed that there were only three beers left in the refrigerator. Then she had a thought. She went over to the recycling bin and opened it. All she saw in it were beer bottles. She moved some of them out of the way and found a scotch bottle there too. Liam drinking was fine for her if Liam drank every now and then. But Liam drinking this much, something was definitely up with him.

The door opened and Liam came in. Delia turned and looked at him. He was wearing a black suit with a dark tie on. Delia had noticed that Liam's appearance in the past several months had been getting darker every few weeks. He no longer wore any other colored jeans but dark blue to pitch black. Everything else stayed black in his wardrobe. He set a briefcase down and undid his tie. He looked into the kitchen and saw Delia standing over the open recycling bin. He figured out what this could eventually be about.

Liam sighed and took a few steps towards his wife. "Is there something you wanna talk about?" he asked her.

After a moment. "Liam…what's going on with you?" Delia asked getting strait to the point.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't try to side step this." She walked a few steps towards him. "The drinking, the smoking, you being all secretive, you going all dark in your wardrobe."

"I've always been like that."

"Not this much." Delia was getting worried about Liam and he could tell. "Liam I'm worried. And this…how you're acting….it scares me."

"I'm just being me." Liam said calmly.

"Well it's a new you that I don't like. I liked the old Liam. The one that doesn't drink and doesn't raise his voice to me because I had a thought and it didn't need you to yell."

"Is that was this is about? You wanting to go back to Sunnydale but I told you 'no'."

"That's not it…"

"Because I think that we haven't checked everywhere yet and I wanted to cover my bases."

"Liam I get that. I really honestly do. But all I am saying is that this whole new you thing…I don't like it."

"Yeah well, I don't like a lot of things. But I have to live with them every day of my life. And it sucks. But I live with it. And so can you." Liam brushed past Delia and got a beer out from the refrigerator. Delia was in shock at what Liam had told her. He just said to get over what was bothering her. But when it came to Delia, she doesn't get over anything. Until it was resolved.

Delia turned to face Liam. "You the hell are you?" she asked him.

Liam took a sip of beer and looked at her. "I'm your husband."

"Really? Cause…my husband…my actual husband…he would not yell at me when I make a harmless suggestion."

"Delia…"

"My husband wouldn't drink and smoke on a regular bases. He wouldn't be keeping secrets from me. And he would especially care for me. You don't care about me! You don't care about me or what I want!" Delia yelled at her husband.

"Delia, I do care about you." Liam tried to calm his wife down.

"No you don't. Liam, we have searched throughout the entire library..."

"We still have some books left." Liam reminded her.

"And what will they tell us? Nothing. I try to tell you a point and you yell at me." Liam stared Delia, his own wife yelling at him for his secrecy. And he knew that she was catching on to it. "Liam you're hiding something from me. Please tell me what that is. Otherwise….I don't know. But I can't be in the dark if whatever it is that you're keeping from is making you go back to your old life."

"I'm not going back to my old life." Liam stated firmly.

"How do I know that? How do I know that you're not just saying that and going to a demon brothel like you did before?"

"I didn't do anything last time."

"But I don't know. I need to know Liam. Marriage is about trust. How can I trust you if you keep secrets from me?" Liam didn't answer. He stared at his wife, letting her words sink into him. He was doing this to her and he knew it. But he didn't say anything in his defense nor did he try. After what seemed to be hours of silence, Delia shook her head at Liam and turned towards the door. "I'm going to go out for a while."

"Delia…" Liam started.

Delia stopped at the door. "Liam…please." Delia took her jacket and headed out. Liam stared after her and looked down at his beer bottle. He was about to set it down, but decided against it and drank some more of it.

…

Delia sat at a pub near where she and Liam lived. She was drinking a bottle of bourbon to drown her sorrows. She and Liam had a good relationship now and in the future. They had there spats and they had periods where they would get mad at each other for something stupid. But whenever it was Liam that was doing something stupid, it was always some horrible secret that he didn't want to share. This had gone on for five years and now it looks like brought it to the past with him. She poured some bourbon into a glass and started drinking it. If Liam could drink whenever he wanted, then so could she.

A woman walked up the bar and sat next Delia. "Two pints of lager." The woman asked the bartender in a local northern London accent. He nodded and went to get the drink for the woman. The woman looked to Delia who had her head leaning on her hand and she was looking straight forward, contemplating. "Fancy a chat?" she asked Delia. Delia turned her head to face the woman. She seemed to be an average girl with jeans and a tank top with a sport jacket on. She had semi bushy brown hair and dark eyes.

Delia looked at her confused at her question towards her. "What?" Delia asked her.

"Are you alright? Do you need someone to talk to?"

"All I need right now is a glass and a bottle of bourbon." Delia took a sip of her drink and felt better as the whiskey hit her throat and did its magic. "What do you know? It works."

"Well it looks like to me that you are drowning your sorrows. Typical American." The woman commented.

"Oh what? Like you Brits don't drink when you're upset?"

"Oh we do. Just not with Bourbon a whole lot." She indicated to Delia's already half empty bottle. The bartender came back with the woman's drink and set it down at the bar.

"Well, in America, we drink because our so called husbands keep secrets from us and don't want to tell us." Delia took another sip of whiskey.

"Caught the bugger cheating did you?" the woman took a sip of her drink.

"I don't know. He's not the type of guy to do so."

"They never are." The woman looked to Delia and smiled. "I'm Megan by the way." Megan offered her hand. Delia took it.

"Delia." The two women sat at the bar drinking together.

…

Liam sat in his dark apartment, drinking a bottle of scotch he bought from a local liquor store. He had many different reasons to drink. One; he was now in a rough spot of his marriage for keeping a secret. Two; it was his secret that was making him drink. He wanted to tell Delia. He really did. He had been through this type of thing before with her. But this time was different. If felt different to him. Even though it he had stayed in the past for two years, been through a lot with his family, saved the world, honored memories, he never was able to deal with the pain that was this intense before. It only happened once before and this time it felt just as painful.

Liam got up from the couch with his glass in hand and walked to his laptop on the round kitchen table. He sat down and opened it up. He typed in his password and opened up his calendar. The date was August 2. But he looked at two more dates that were coming up. August 8, and October 2. He clicked on August 8 and what popped up was a reminder.

'Visit her.'

He starred at that simple reminder. A reminder that he told himself he would do when he first came back to the past. But his so called death prevented him from seeing her. He missed his chance the first time around. And now it seemed that he would miss her again. He typed in the computer and wrote a note.

'Unable to see her.'

After writing the note, he took a big gulp of his scotch and set the glass down. He inhaled and let out a very big sigh. He was feeling guilty for a lot thing at the moment. Each one different and each one heavy.

Liam clicked on the other date, October 2. In the date had a single reminder like the other.

'Debt Due.'

Liam too starred at this one. He sighed once more at it. He only had two months left. He didn't know exactly what to do. He had so much to deal with in such a short time. He thought it would be best to deal with one crisis at a time. First his wife. He'll tell her why he began his drinking. Hopefully it would stop her from asking too many questions. The second would be the debt that he had to pay. It was coming up soon and Liam had a lot to pay for.

…

Delia groaned and turned over in her bed. She held her head as she was feeling a headache from last night's drinking. She doesn't get the typical hangover like others do, but she did have the insane headache. She turned over again to feel for Liam. She didn't remember coming home to him or even talking to him last night. Hopefully she thought it didn't lead to them being separate from each other during the night. Her fears however started get at her when she felt the empty space next to her. That feeling of him not being there made come out of her hangover. She opened her eyes wide and saw the empty space for herself. But what was the weirdest part was that she wasn't in her apartment. She was in a magnificent room with a hardwood wardrobe, a big wall mirror, an even bigger dresser, and she was lying in a four poster bed. She sat up immediately, beginning to freak out. She looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing some kind of silk night gown that seemed to go down past her knees. She got out of bed and confirmed to herself that she was definitely in a periwinkle night gown that went all the way to her feet. At this point, Delia started to freak out. She didn't know where she was, why she was in a night gown, or what happened last night. She went to the window and opened the drapes to reveal that she was at some big estate house. She saw the grounds and how there was a vast garden and woods beyond it.

Delia didn't want to stay here any longer than she wanted so she started searching the room for her clothes. She didn't find them anywhere. She did get side tracked by the luxurious dresses and gowns in the closet that she believed only a princess would wear. She shook of the feelings and continued to search for her clothes. After spending ten minutes of finding everything but, she left her luxury room and started to search the rest of the big mansion for answers. She walked down a corridor and hung a right. The halls were filled with exotic materials one would find in a fancy mansion or a castle for that matter. Suits of armor lined the walls like guards. Small plants were set on tables that also lined the walls. Mirrors and portraits were hung above the tables and in-between suits of armors. Delia glimpsed at one of them and continued to move on. She stopped suddenly and her eyes widened. She stepped backwards a few steps and looked at the portrait she just passed. Her jaw hung open as she saw a portrait of herself in a beautiful princess dress. Her hair was made like royal princess of England and she had on beautiful jewelry. At first Delia was surprised, then in awe, then confused, and finally freaked out of her mind. She ran down the hall hoping to find anyone to tell her what was going on. She ran down a hall and came upon a balcony overlooking an entry way. Two sets of stairs led down to entry way. Delia ran down the steps and headed straight for the door. As she opened it, she stopped suddenly when she heard a growl. She turned her slowly and saw to her amazement and surprise, a dragon. It was as big as five SUV's. With razor sharp teeth, bat like wings, horns on its head, and a tail with spikes, the dragon looked dangerous. Fear now clutched Delia like its life depended on it. The dragon roared and Delia ran back into the mansion and shut the doors behind her, locking them and leaning on them, catching the breath that she forgotten outside. Delia was beyond freaked out. She was in some mansion that she didn't know, guarded by a dragon which she has never fought before, and apparently this place is about her, which she was a little flattered about but mostly freaked about. She saw the dragon peer in through the window above the door doors. It blinked at Delia before it took flight and flew above the mansion.

"What the hell is going on here?" Delia asked herself.

"Your dream." She heard an answer. Delia whirled around to see Megan, the girl she remembered having drinks with last night. At last she assumed she had drinks last night with her. All she remembered was introducing herself and then nothing. Megan was dressed in an old middle age maiden outfit and smiling at her.

"Megan?"

…

The alarm sounded on Liam's bedside table and groggily he waved his hand to silence it so he could continue to sleep. He missed the first two times before he finally opened his eyes to actually see where he was waving his hand. He finally got the alarm to turn off and groaned in bed. He put his hand to his head and held it. He had on a headache. He had forgotten what is was like to get drunk and wake up with a headache. It was not a pleasant experience. Now Liam remembered why he quit drinking in the first place. So it wasn't to wake up like he was now. He rolled over to hold his wife who he thought was in bed with him. He couldn't remember if she came home last night or not. He felt the empty space next to him and realized that she didn't come home. That or she slept on the couch. He might have been passed out when she came home and didn't want to disturb him. Liam groaned again and sat up in bed. The headache felt worse as he sat up.

"Delia." He groggily called out, hoping to receive a reply. He never got one. "Delia." He called again. This time a little more awake. Liam groaned again knowing that by standing up he would feel considerably worse. His assumption was correct as he stood up and felt nauseas. He walked out of his room and entered the rest of the flat. There wasn't any sign of Delia or any sign of her being home. Liam was confused. It wasn't like Delia to stay out and not come home, unless she was with him. Liam walked to the kitchen to make himself a very strong black coffee.

As he put the ingredients in the coffee maker and waited, Liam sat at the table and held an ice bag to his head. His headache was getting somewhat better. Liam looked around the flat again. It really wasn't like Delia to stay out without any notice what so ever. Liam got a little worried, so he decided to call his wife to make sure she was alright, if she would ever talk to him. Last night, he was a real jerk and he knew it. He should have told his wife the truth so that she wouldn't worry. Liam pulled out his phone and called the number for his wife.

"Hi. You've reached Delia. Since I'm not answering I must be busy. You know the drill."

Liam heard her voicemail and got a little more worried. "Hey Delia. Look…I know that last night was…" Liam sighed. "I know that I made you worried about me, and don't be. I uh…I was just not feeling good is all. And the reason for that is…well it's more of an in person type thing. Call me back when you get this message. I love you." Liam left his message and hung up. The thing that came to his mind was that Delia decided to leave him. But her being in the past, how could she leave him to find someone else. There wasn't a whole lot of people that knew who she was and help her. Everyone she knew was Liam's family. The other horrible thought was that Delia might be dead. Liam didn't want to think too much on that.

…

"Megan what's going on?" Delia asked her drinking friend. She didn't know what was happening. Hopefully with Megan being here, she might provide answers.

"Oh, you don't remember? Well, how could you? You were completely drunk last night." Megan told her.

"Mind filling in the blanks here? I'm kinda freaking out." Delia said impatiently.

Megan started walking around the foyer. "It's yours." She told Delia.

"My what? What's mine? The dragon?"

"Well yes and no on the dragon."

Delia sighed. "Now I know how Liam feels when I say that."

"And he is the core to why this is happening." Megan explained further.

"How?" Delia asked surprised.

"You wanted this. A fairytale life. One with extravagant clothes and living in a palace. And with a dragon. You didn't wish for that but that was a nice touch."

"What do you mean I wished for this? I didn't wish for anything!"

"Actually you did." Megan started walking towards Delia and stopped right in front of her. "Let me remind you." Megan placed a single finger on Delia's forehead and Delia had a vision of last night.

Delia and Megan were sitting at the bar form the previous night. They were both laughing and apparently drunk.

"Bugs? He's scared of bugs?" Megan asked Delia. Delia took another drink of her bourbon.

"Not just scared, completely terrified. I mean…he can risk his life to save mine for anything else in the world. But if it's a bug, he'll cower behind my back." Delia told Megan. They both laughed. "And…and…and…he broods like all the time."

"Broods about what?"

"Everything. His family, his friends, how crappy the world is. Everything. But it's mostly his family."

"Why?"

"I think has something to do with his sister dying or something." Delia took another drink from her glass. "He and her were so close. And…after she died…he just became so brood and sulky. Like she was everything to him. Hello, I'm his wife. I'm supposed to be everything to him." Delia poured more whiskey into her glass and drank.

"Did they ever….well you know?" Megan asked indicating something sexual nature.

"No. At least that's what I'm told. I don't know. But if you ask me…I think they wanted to." Delia took another drink.

"Wow. This guy of yours sounds like a real git to me."

"Oh, he is. And more." Delia sighed and rested her head in hand and her elbow in the bar counter. "You know, I am just so sick of this. I mean when I got married I thought maybe someday I will get my happily ever after but no. Because the monsters just don't stop coming We kill one, another one shows up. Not to mention the fact that my Prince Charming is really just a brooding half vampire who is too sexy for his own. I mean why can't he be more you ... I just wish for once I could live in one of those fairy tales I used to read." Delia took another drink.

"Done." Megan said in a low growly voice. Delia looked and saw that Megan's face was now wrinkly, decided, and old looking.

Delia came out of the vision and took several steps back, looking at Megan.

"You're a vengeance demon." Delia declared.

"Righty oh. I felt your pain and came to your rescue." Megan said and did a curtsy. "My lady."

"Shut up Meg. I didn't want this. I didn't want vengeance. Now take the wish back or I swear to god I will rip your freakin lungs out."

Megan laughed. "I can't take the wish back."

"Yes you can. It can be done."

"It can. But I won't. See there's this thing about wishes. It's called, 'be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.' Well, you got it. Enjoy." Delia got so angry that she lunged at Megan and wrapped a hand around her neck. She tried lifting Megan up into the air but couldn't. She tried squeezing hard, but Megan laughed. "You can't kill me." Megan sung. Delia realized that she didn't have any of her slayer powers. Again.

"Not again." Delia grumbled and let go of Megan. Megan rubbed her throat that wasn't even bruised.

"See darling, in the fairy tales, the princess is always a delicate damsel in distress. You're powerless." Delia got really angry and pounced on the Megan but the demon simply waved her hand and flung Delia away. Delia skidded on the floor before coming to a stop at the opposite wall. She got back on to her feet.

"Why did you stay? Normally vengeance demons grant the wishes and leave."

"Oh, I would have. But your special and the time has come for everyone to choose sides and the side I'm on wants you gone."

"Great. I feel special." Delia deadpanned.

"You should. After all, you're the princess." And with that, Megan disappeared.

"I'm gonna find a way outta here you bitch! Ya hear me?!" Delia shouted to nothing. Delia folded her arms and looked around. "I may be the princess," an idea came to her mind. "Which means that I can do whatever I want. I could even just leave the grounds." Delia went to the double doors and opened them, only to be met by the ferocious roar of the dragon she encountered earlier. Delia screamed and closed the doors, once again leaning on them and catching her breath. She gasped and then fainted to the floor.

…

Liam was pacing the flat. He was getting really worried. He had left six messages on Delia's phone and received no reply. He had done a number of things to piss Delia off in the past, but nothing that would cause her to leave and not return his calls like this. Or maybe this was a whole new level of screw up Liam entered and it was the part where Delia doesn't answer his calls of comes home. Liam started getting even more worried. He ran his hands through his hair at the thought. Liam sat down on the couch and bowed his head. He didn't know what to do. He pulled out his phone again and called Delia.

"Hi. You've reached Delia. Since I'm not answering I must be busy. You know the drill."

Liam got the same voicemail message as he did the other six times. "Dammit. Delia, look, you've made your point alright. I'm an ass. I got it. Please just call me back. Or even better come home. I just need to know your safe honey. Please." Liam hung up again and sighed. He was beyond worried now. He was scared. He thought about where Delia could go or what she might do in a time like this. Then he thought of it. Whenever Liam started acting like an ass, Delia would go to the only people who could know him better than she did. Family. Liam shot up off the couch and grabbed his coat and his keys to the rental they had.

…

Two hours later, Liam drove up to Giles' estate house and jumped out of the car. He ran across the lawn and nearly crashed open the front door to Giles'. The loud opening of the door startled both Giles who was in his study and Willow who was up in her room. She was startled so much that she unintentionally caused the lamp in her room to explode, causing Liam to think something was wrong. He pulled out his tomahawk and knife and flew up the stairs to the second floor. He clasped his two weapons together and made the makeshift scythe. He didn't have his gun with him because in England, they don't permit civilians to carry firearms which Liam always thought was stupid. He burst into Willows room, making her jump again and sent magic his way. Liam blocked it with his scythe and redirected the magic out of the room, nearly hitting Giles as he was coming out of his study.

"Bloody hell!" Giles yelled. Liam looked back and saw Giles crouched on the ground.

"Giles, you ok?" Liam asked.

"Yes, yes. Wonderful. All the magic being shot at me makes me remember old times." Giles said sarcastically.

"Glad to know you're ok." Liam turned to Willow. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah." Willow asked sounding surprised and scared. "What's with the whole barging in?"

"Yes, is there any way you could have done so without almost destroying my home?" Giles asked coming up behind Liam.

"Sorry. But guys, I am freaking out." Liam said.

"Why?" Willow asked.

"Delia. She didn't come home last night and she's not answering any of my calls. I'm worried about her. Has she come to see you guys lately?"

"Actually she did come to see me yesterday." Giles said taking his glasses off and cleaning them.

"Ok, what did she ask?"

"You actually." Giles said putting his glasses back on and looking at his grandson with contempt. "She says that you have been going back to your old habits. Particularly smoking and drinking and she fears that you may be doing some unfaithful acts."

"I am not a cheater." Liam declared. "And I've been trying to reach her to apologize. She came home last night and tried to talk to me. Me being the ass that I am, screwed it all up and she got mad and left. I'm trying to find her to set the record straight." Giles and Willow looked at each other. Liam was trying to fix things between him and Delia and not a lot of men would do that. It's one of the things that makes Liam the man he is. He always wanted to initiate peace between people he cared for. It didn't matter how right or wrong he was. He didn't want there to be any friction between him anyone else. Except certain demons and of course Wolfram and Hart.

Giles looked back at his grandson. "I haven't seen Delia since she came by yesterday afternoon." He told Liam.

"Well we fought after that. Willow did you see her?"

"No. I haven't seen a lot of you guys lately." Willow responded a little sad.

"I'm sorry. I promise after all this we'll come over as much as we can. Now, does anyone know if she said anything to indicate where she might have gone?"

"No. All she wanted to do was find out what secrets you were keeping form her." Giles said.

"You were keeping secrets?" Willow asked.

"It's really a stressful time for me right now." Liam said.

"Why?"

"Because my wife is missing and I have no means of finding her at all."

"But what about the secrets?"

"They're my secrets Willow. Emphasis on mine. Now we need to find her before some horrible happens to her."

…

In Sunnydale, Anya was busy packing up boxes of what she could salvage from the destroyed magic shop. Ever since Willow suck the place dry and practically destroyed it, Anya couldn't reopen it. So she packed up her belongings and what else she could get for any personal incase the need arrived. She hasn't been doing well the past couple of months. Her business was gone, her love live was in shambles, she didn't want anything to do with the Scoobies anymore, and all she had to look forward to was a life of being a vengeance demon, which she wasn't unhappy about. She was good at her old job and would probably be again.

Just as Anya was taping up a box full of stuff, Halfrek, her fellow vengeance demon, appeared behind her. "Anyanka!" Halfrek said happily. Anya turned around and her mood improved.

"Halfrek!" Anya said happily. The two demons hugged each other. "What are you doing here?"

"Well a friend is always here to support her other friend." Halfrek responded.

"Oh, do you wanna help me pack up this stuff?"

"Uh…not that supportive."

"Oh, well I got to get all this stuff out of here." Anya turned back to the box she just packed. "My business is gone and I have to get all my stuff out of here."

"Can't you get someone else to do this for you?"

"I am the only employee here, the one responsible for the destruction is in England, I don't want to ask the gang for help, so I am left with doing it by myself."

"Oh, well wanna here the juicy news?" Halfrek offered, clapping her hands together. Anya became intrigued.

"What news?"

"Apparently, there is this bounty on two mortal's heads and a vengeance demon has gone to get it."

"Which one?"

"Megankis."

"Megankis?!" Anya said in delight. Apparently Megankis was a well-known vengeance demon for delivering vengeance upon couples for not working out their problems in a peaceful manner. "Why would she be interested? She only goes after couples."

"They are a couple a married couple it appears to be. But there is a bounty on their head."

"From who?"

"This law firm in LA. Uh…Dogoat and Deer?"

"Wolfram and Hart?" Anya corrected her.

"Yeah. That's the one." Anya became less excited and more frightful. She was told about how Wolfram and Hart want to bring about the end of the world by Liam and from what Angel and Buffy told all of them after Connor was nearly kidnapped, she believed them.

"Who are the couple?" Anya asked.

"Oh, you know I can't tell you that. So here it is. Some guy named Liam and a woman named…"

"Delia." Anya finished.

"Yeah. How did you know?" Anya had a look of worry on her face.

…

Liam entered the pub that Delia had been to the night before. He was dressed once again in a suit. He was going to play as a government official looking for Delia. Hopefully he would get a lot more cooperation from people in England then in America. Liam looked around and spotted the bartender at the bar. Liam cleared his throat and walked up the bar.

"Fancy a chat?" Liam said in a heavy and very convincing Scottish accent.

"Who's askin?" the bartender asked. Liam went into his jacket pocket and pulled out an ID.

"John MacTavish. Scotland Yard." Liam responded. "Was hopin you could help?"

"No problem."

Liam pulled out a photo of Delia. "Have you seen this woman?" the bartender took the picture and looked at it.

"Sure. She was her last night." The bartender responded. Finally a lead, Liam thought.

"Did she do anything last night?"

"Yeah, she was sitting here drinking and moppin about her sodden boyfriend. Real ponce if yeah ask me." Liam brushed off the insult and continued on.

"Did she say anything about where she was headed next?"

"No. But she was drinking with another woman here. Real beautiful one too."

"Could you describe her?"

"About her height, brown hair, brown eyes, think she was called Megan."

"Anything else?"

"No. Why is she of interest anyway?"

"I'm not at liberty to divulge that information sir. Ga' day." Liam left the pub with a serious look on his face. This Megan girl, who ever she was, was somehow involved in Delia's disappearance and he wanted to know why. First he needed to go find her. And he knew how to do so. He thanked the powers for his computer hacking skills Danni taught him.

…

Liam arrived back at his flat and pulled out his laptop. He would hack into the London surveillance cameras and try to find the woman Delia was with last night. Then he would run facial recognition and find out where she lived. Then he would ask questions. Before Liam even typed in his password, Anya appeared in the living room.

"Liam." Anya said. The sudden appearance of Anya made Liam jump out of his chair.

"Anya?" Liam said, still in his Scottish accent. "What are you doin here?"

"I am here to te…what's with the Scottish accent?" Anya asked.

"What?" Liam asked, then realized he didn't turn his accent off. "Oh." He said back to his normal accent. "Sorry, I was just uh….doesn't matter. Why are you here?"

"I came to warn you and Delia."

"Well at the moment I'm trying to find her, so in case you're thinking of sticking around to help, save it for another time."

"Oh no. She already did it." Anya said sounding worried. This caught Liam's attention.

"She already did what? Who's she?" Liam asked stepping forward towards Anya.

"Megankis. A vengeance demon. Liam, a bounty was placed on both you and Delia's heads by Wolfram and Hart. Megankis is after you two."

"Megankis? The bartender that I just talked to said that Delia was with a woman last night named Megan."

"That's her. She got to Delia."

"Shit. How could she get to us? She's a vengeance demon. She can't do anything unless someone makes a wish."

"Well someone did. Otherwise Delia wouldn't be missing."

"Dammit. Do you think you can track her or find her or something?"

"I can try, but I can't interfere with what she's doing. Vengeance demon rules."

"Just find her. I'll take care of the rest." Anya nodded and closed her eyes. She concentrated hard on the location. Liam paced a little, waiting for Anya to tell him the best news of the day.

Anya opened her eyes. "I couldn't find her." Now Liam heard the worse news. "But I did find Delia." Now the best news.

"Where?"

"She's in a mansion in Buckinghamshire. The Ditton Park House. I can teleport you inside." Liam came over and took Anya's hand, much to her surprise.

"Do it."

"Ok." Anya nodded.

"Wait." Liam said at the last minute. He let go of Anya's hand went over to the coat hooks by the door. He undid his tie and took of his jacket. He hung them both up and put on his coat, undoing the top two buttons of his white shirt, revealing his Celtic knot Amulet Delia gave him for his birthday, and his mother's/sisters cross necklace. He grabbed Anya's hand again. "Ok, ready."

"Was that really necessary."

"Yes." Anya rolled her eyes and teleported them both.

…

Delia sat in front of her dresser and was looking into her big mirror on the wall. She was now dressed in an elegant princess dress and she combing her hair with a brush. She was weak, defenseless, alone. She wasn't anything like how she envisioned her fairytale to be. Now she knew how the princesses in the stories felt. All she had to look forward to was a life of being held hostage in a castle guarded by a dragon. The only hope she had was the thought that Liam knew she was missing and would come look for her. But how would he know where to go? Where would he look? Would he even find her? Too many terrible thought ran through Delia's mind as she kept combing her hair. A tear ran down her face as she started to feel even more alone.

…

Liam and Anya appeared in the foyer of the mansion Delia was being held in. "OK, this is where I go." Anya told him. "If I interfere, I could be killed for it instead of losing my powers again."

"Thank you Anya. You have done more than enough for me." Liam told her.

"Yeah well, don't mention it. Ever. I'm not helping you because I care. I'm helping you because I know you have a mission and I wanna live."

"Right. Well thanks anyway. I can take it from here."

"Good luck." Anya said to him before vanishing into thin air. Liam looked at the spot Anya left from then looked at the rest of the mansion. It seemed bigger inside than he thought. His parents' house could probably fit into the foyer.

"Ok." Liam said to himself before taking out his tomahawk and knife and making them into the makeshift scythe. "Time for the grand tour." Liam started to search the ground floor for Delia. He checked room after room. Looking in but he couldn't find any sign of her. He wasn't sure if he would be able to check half the mansion before the apocalypse came in thirty years. "Delia" he called out to her. He received no reply. Liam entered the kitchen and searched around. "Delia!" he said louder. He still received no reply. He suspected that she might be on one of the upper floors.

…

After applying on some makeup to hide her tears and braiding her hair into a braided tail that ran down her back, Delia stood up out of her chair. She didn't want to stay her room any longer or else she would go insane. She decided to walk around the mansion, seeing could keep her busy for the next ever. She walked out of her room and looked around the halls as she walked them, seeing different portraits of herself and the suits of armor that stood like guards. She turned a corner and walked down a hallway with windows facing the way the sun was setting. She wanted to look out of them to see the sunset, but she decided against it in case the dragon decided to have some fun with her. She was about round the corner at the end when she saw at the last minute an axe head heading for her direction. Delia yelped and ducked just in time. The axe head imbedded into the wall where her neck would have been. She got up and looked at the axe head and saw it was connected to a makeshift scythe. She followed the hands that held it to see Liam standing before her, also looking at her.

"Delia?" Liam asked.

"Liam!" Delia said happily. She was about hug him but saw the scythe again and got angry. "You almost killed me."

"Uh huh." Liam said.

"I could've died.

"Uh huh." Liam said again not pay the least bit of attention to what Delia was saying. He was more interested in the lime green princess dress she was wearing. He was so distracted by the dress that he didn't realized that he hadn't let go of his weapon. Delia noticed and wondered why Liam wasn't letting go. Then she followed where he was looking and realized that he was staring at her dress.

"Are you staring at my dress?" She asked.

"Uh huh."

Delia scoffed. "Are thinking about having sex with me?"

"Uh huh." Delia couldn't believe that Liam was still acting like a guy even during a time like this. She decided to have a little fun with him.

"You know, I was thinking buying a ball sack and penis to try and spice up the bedroom. Do you think I should do it?"

"Uh huh. Wait. What's happening now?" Liam asked now looking at Delia directly. Delia smiled a mischievous smile.

"You were staring at my dress." Delia informed him.

"I know that. It's a beautiful dress." Liam defended.

Delia shook her head and chuckled a little. "If your mind is not on demons is it about sex?"

"Well I'm a guy, and I have a pulse so….yeah." Delia scoffed and shook her head again at her typical guy husband. Then she noticed that Liam still had his hands on the scythe that was still embedded in the wall.

"You know you can pull your shaft out." Delia said.

"What?" Liam said sounding shocked. Delia smirked and pointed to his scythe. "Oh." Liam pulled the scythe out. "Right now, you ok?"

"Better now that you're here."

"Great, let's get the hell outta here." Delia followed Liam down the corridor he came from. "So…how can I sum this up? You went to the bar, got drunk, and…"

"Made a wish." Delia finished for him.

"With a…" Liam continued before...

"Vengeance demon." Delia finished for him again.

"Who's named…" Liam tried again.

"Megan."

"Megankis. Because there is a gigantic bounty on our heads made by Wolfram and Hart and this vengeance bitch is thinking claiming the prize." The coupled stopped and Delia stared at Liam for what he just said.

"Ok, that I didn't know." Liam nodded and smiled at her, knowing he knew something that she didn't.

"Well, we gotta go and find this demon so we can kick her ass and put everything back to normal." Delia nodded and they started walking again. Liam started looking all around. "So aside from the dress which I am very fond of, why the hell did wish to be in this place?"

"I was drunk and tell her things last night and I wished to be like a princess in the fairytales that I read about." Delia was stopped suddenly as Liam held out his hand in front of her and stopped her. He looked at her with an annoyed look.

"You mean to tell me you wished to be a princess in a fairytale?" He asked looking at her with an incredulous look.

"Well, I loved reading them when I was a kid and thought of how cool it would be to be a part of the story." Delia said with an innocent look.

Liam rubbed his eyes with a hand. "OK, do I have to beat into you Kat's rules again? Rule 1: don't die. Rule 2: Do not us the W-I-S-H word. And you went off to have drinks with a vengeance demon who's gunning for us and used the word." Delia looked guilty and she should have been. She didn't a lot of stupid stuff, but when she did, it usually went putting her life at risk and having Liam come to clean it up. "Is there anything else you wanna tell me?"

"Um…I don't have my powers." Delia told him.

"What?" Liam asked.

"I don't have my slayer powers. Since I am the princess, I'm the damsel in distress and need a knight in shining armor to rescue me." Liam looked like he was about punch something or someone. He went from worried, to serious, to angry, to pissed off in a short amount of time.

"Do you not remember anything? Of course the princess never is the hero. That's how all the stories end up."

"Well I was drunk." Delia tried to defend herself.

"Oh, don't use the drunk card on me. I'm the king of using that phrase on Spike and Faith in the future. Didn't work for me then, doesn't work for you now. But thanks to you, we have to find the vengeance demon and force to reverse everything if you are able be normal again."

"Then what are we doing standing around here?" Liam was about to answer, even having his mouth open and his finger pointed at Delia. But he didn't have a response to give. He closed his mouth and started walking again. Delia smirked and followed after him. Liam came out to the balcony overlooking the foyer.

"Why would anyone waste a perfectly good wish on this crap?" Liam asked while looking at the big mansion.

"Well can you blame me?" Delia said followed after him. "A girl likes the stories where the knight in shining armor comes to the rescue." They headed down the steps to the entry way.

"Well now you get to settle with a guy from the future in a coat." They entered the foyer and headed for the door.

"Well it's not just the knight, it's the whole rescuing and falling in love. And by the way, I am very impressed with yours."

"Oh, thanks." Liam said feeling accomplished.

"Yeah. Not a lot of guys would come and save their wife from a dragon." Liam stopped suddenly and looked worried again.

"Dragon? What dragon?" Delia stopped too and looked at him.

"The one that's guarding the entrance." Delia said. Liam stared wide eyed at her and looked a surprised. "You mean you didn't slay the dragon?" Liam shook his head, no. "Don't you know the stories? Kill the dragon, save the princess, happily ever after. How did you get in here?"

"Anya teleported me."

"Anya?"

"Yeah, she was the one that told me about Megankis."

"Talking about me?" Liam whirled around to find Megan or Megankis standing behind him. "Wanna be the knight? Then be the knight." She flung Liam out the double doors and he skidded on the gravel road to a stop. Liam turned over on his side and looked at his surroundings. He saw that the property was surrounded by trees and apparently a moat which he thought was impressive.

"Liam." Delia came running out of the mansion and crouched down next to him. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Never better." Liam said getting up. Megan strode out of the mansion and stopped as she descended the steps. "So what now? Gonna kill us and take the bounty?"

"Something like that." Megan replied. "See darling, like Anyanka, I'm a survivor. I join the winning team. My team wants you dead and I want to live. So I simply do what needs to be done to ensure my survival."

"I bet you love hearing the sound of your own voice."

"Know what I love better? A show." Immediately, the dragon that guarded the entrance to the mansion flew overhead and landed several yards from them. Liam and Delia jumped to their feet. Liam already had his scythe out and was ready for an attack.

"Got a spare weapon?" Delia asked.

"No." Liam replied.

"Any thoughts on a plan?"

"We fight."

"Bit more specific?"

The dragon roared at them and stopped its feet. Liam stepped forward a few feet looking at the dragon with awe and a smile on his face. "Well personally, I kinda wanna slay the dragon."

"Sure, now he follows the stories." Delia deadpanned. Liam ran forward at the winged beast and the dragon breathed fire at him. Liam quickly rolled out of the way of the burning heat and through his scythe. The scythe twirled in the air and sliced off a portion of one of the dragons horns on its head. The dragon roared in pain. Liam caught his scythe and continued to run around the beast. He wouldn't be able to beat the beast head on so he tried a distance approach. The dragon swiped its spiked tail and Liam jumped flip right over it and kept running. The dragon breathed fire again and missed Liam but nearly caught Delia. "Hey, watch it!" Delia shouted.

"Sorry." Liam apologized. Liam ran around the dragon to the rear to try and get a shot at it, but saw that it was paying a bit more attention to Delia. Delia saw this and looked scared. Liam hurried around the dragon before it breathed fire again. Just as the beast blow fire towards Delia, Liam stepped in and pointed the axe head of his scythe at the flames. The weapon caught the fire and Liam pointed the knife end at the wall of the mansion, sending the flames towards it. The fire made contact and blew apart of the wall off. The dragon ceased its fiery blast and the flames stopped. Liam held his scythe that was now burning hot red. He only held it a few seconds before dropping it to the ground and grunting a loud in pain of the intense heat the his hands absorbed. He blew on his hands in a last ditch attempt to cool them off. The dragon roared again and slammed its feet on the ground. Liam picked up his very hot scythe and stood his ground. "How the hell do you kill a dragon?"

"Why ask me? I've never faced one before."

"Neither have I." The dragon roared its head and sent a blaze of fire towards Liam and Delia. Liam grabbed Delia and plunged themselves into the moat surrounding the mansion. They hit the water and hid underneath as the blaze passed by. Liam swam to the surface and climbed out of the water. His scythe was cool now and Liam felt refreshed. Delia popped her head out of the water and watched Liam prepare to fight the dragon. The dragon stomped towards Liam and roared.

"Please god let him make it." Delia prayed. The dragon spit out more fire and Liam dodged the blast. His clothes got dry due to the intense heat of the fire. Liam ran through everything he could possibly know about dragons to know how to kill it.

"Ok, dragons. Uh….uh…" Liam stammered as he remembered that he barley even studied dragons due to the nature that they don't come up but very rare times in any one's life. "There big and breathe fire." The dragon stomped towards Liam again. "Some can fly….uh….a knight can kill it with a sword. Of magic I think." He was coming up with nothing as the dragon swung its tail. Liam flipped backwards out of the way. "Ok…uh…skin made as hard as diamonds. Bones are about 5 inches thick." The dragon roared and went to grab Liam with its teeth. Liam yelped and jumped out of the way. Delia managed to swim out of the moat and climbed onto land to see the fight. Liam landed close to the wall of the mansion. He saw it and how tall it was and got an idea. He got to his feet and stood confidently. "COME ON YOU UGLY EXCUSE FOR A LIZARD! YOU WANT ME?! EAT ME!" Delia starred at Liam in shock at what he was doing. He was egging the dragon. "YOU WANT SOMEONE TO EAT?! COME ONE I'M RIGHT HERE!" Liam positioned himself just right as the dragon attempted again to eat him. Delia closed her eyes, unable to see what would happen next. At the very possible last second, Liam jumped out of the way. The dragon rammed its head into the wall of the mansion and broke right through. Delia opened her eyes at the sound of the crash and saw the dragons head stuck through the wall of the mansion. Liam got up quickly and shot a ball of energy at the wall, right above the whole the dragon made. Liam kept shooting balls of energy at the wall. The dragons was disorientated from ramming its head and was coming out of its dizziness. Liam kept throwing ball after ball of energy at the wall until finally the wall started to break and big chunks of it started to fall onto the dragon. The dragon roared as it started to be crushed by the raining rubble. Liam threw one last energy ball and the rest of the stone wall fell onto the dragon, crushing beneath a pile stone and rubble. Nobody saw the dragon stir after that. Liam and Delia both hope a prayed to god that the dragon was dead. The only visible sign of the dragon was its spike tail that didn't move.

After a moment of nothingness, Liam lifted his hands into the air hollered out loud at his accomplishment of slaying a dragon. Delia was overcome with joy and ran to Liam. He flew into his arms and he spun her around as they were happy that they were alive. They stopped spinning and looked into each other's eyes, taking in each moment as they thought they would never do it again.

"NO!" they heard the yell and turned to see Megan looking particularly angry. Liam let go of Delia and took a few steps towards Megan, holding his scythe.

"It's over Megan. Undo the wish and let us go." Liam demanded.

"No. I will not be defeated so easily." Megan said.

Liam looked at in disbelief. "Do you not see what just happened here? This was not easy."

"I will kill you. So my master tell…" Megan gasped as Liam threw is scythe and the knife portion pierced Megan in the heart, clean through. Megan looked down at it and back up at Liam who came over to her.

Liam grabbed the shaft of the scythe. "Shut up Meg." Liam pulled the scythe out. Megan wobbled a little and fell to her knee, holding her critical wound.

"From beneath you….it devours." Megan managed to say looking up at Liam.

"They always gotta say something don't they." Liam said before shooting Megan with an energy ball. Megan caught the blast and erupted into flames. She screamed before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Liam looked back at Delia who turned from a princess to her normal self. Delia checked herself over and looked back at Liam. "Now do you see why wishing is bad?" They both smiled at each other before enveloping themselves in a hug. "Sorry, if you were expecting Prince Charming in shining armor."

"Eh, armor is not reality my thing, I am more of a leather girl." Delia pulled out of the hug but the couple continued to hold each other. "But your coat also suffices." She indicated to his coat.

"What about broody half demons?" Liam asked smiling.

"Those happen to me my Achilles heel, especially the ones who go by Liam." They both smiled and hugged each other again.

…

Delia and Liam were lying in bed together later that night. After the day they had, they were glad to be back in their flat. Both of them took nice long hot showers to ease the pain from the fight they had today. Liam more so than Delia because he fought a dragon. They were now holding each other in bed.

"So what's going to happen to the dragon?" Delia asked Liam.

"I called Giles. He said that the Council would take care of it." Liam responded.

Delia nodded on his chest. "Do you think that's the best course of action?"

"Who else would I call? Besides, I told Giles to leave us out of it, so no one will be asking us questions anytime soon."

"Speaking of asking questions." Delia lifted herself up and looked at Liam. "About you drinking again…" Liam groaned and sat up.

"Delia…look I'm sorry…"

"No, I'm sorry." Delia interrupted. "You obviously have something's to deal with and I know that you'll share them with me when the time is right." Delia was admitting her own fault in the fight, which Liam was surprised about. Normally he was the one apologizing, but it was nice to hear a chance of pace. "I shouldn't have pushed too hard." Liam nodded and sat up in a sitting position.

"I'm sorry too. But it wasn't fair for me to keep something like this from you." Delia sat up and looked Liam. "It's Kat." Liam admitted.

"Your sister." Delia understood. It was always Kathy. Liam could never get over his guilt for killing her. "Why now?"

"Because in less than a week…it would be the day she died. Or will die." Delia finally understood. His drinking was because it was close to the date that he killed his sister and that enough was painful for Liam. "I promised myself that I would go see her where we buried her. But being in England, kinda prevents me from doing so." Liam bowed his head sadly. "It's also one of the reasons why I don't want to go back. I'm too ashamed to. But not even going makes me feel more ashamed." Delia felt so sorry for him and placed a hand on his back.

"It's ok Liam. Everyone deals with grief at their own pace. She's not going anywhere. You can go see her when were done. Ok?" Liam nodded his head and looked to Delia. Delia raised her hand and held her husband's cheek. "It's ok." She whispered. Liam held her hand that was on his cheek, leaned forward and kissed his wife. She was the only thing he had left to live for now. The kissed intensified and Liam pulled Delia's tank top over her head and led her down onto the bed.

…

Later that night, the couple laid bare in bed after a blissful few hours of love making. They were sound asleep with looks of peace on their faces. The door to their bedroom opened up and a man in a black suit walked in. He stopped at the edge of the bed and cleared his throat silently. Liam immediately shot up and grabbed his tomahawk from his weapon belt on the nightstand. He raised it ready to strike at anything but stopped when he saw the man. He was a short man with black hair, black eyes, and a devilish smile. Liam starred at the man in surprise.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything." The man said in a heavy growly Scottish accent.

"You." Liam said lowering the tomahawk slightly. The man looked at Liam's naked figure and then back up to his face.

"We need to talk. Privately." The man looked Delia's sleeping naked figure before exiting the room. Liam looked shocked at seeing the man. He looked to Delia briefly before getting out of bed, putting on his work clothes, which consisted of his dark jeans, black shirt, combat boots and his coat, then left the bedroom. Delia stirred and opened her eyes groggily.

"Liam? She asked to no one. She looked around the bedroom but didn't see Liam. She heard the front door open and close and her curiosity got the better of her. She quickly put on clothes and went of the apartment after Liam. Delia walked out of the apartment building and looked for Liam. She caught sight of him walking down the sidewalk on the opposite street. Delia followed after him. She didn't want to call out to Liam because she wanted to know why Liam was being so secretive and going off to some place. He may have told her about being sad over Kathy, but she still got the feeling that he was hiding something.

Liam stopped and turned around. Delia quickly hid behind a car and waited. She scooted around the car and peered through the windows to see Liam checking the streets before disappearing into an alley. Delia waited a few seconds before coming out from behind the car and standing against the wall of the building with her back to it. She peered around the corner and saw Liam walking and then stopping.

"Alright, Alastair. Come on out." Liam said. Immediately, the man that was in Liam's bedroom appeared out of nowhere behind Liam.

"Liam." Alastair said with a smug devilish smile. Liam whirled around to face him. "Long time no see."

Liam didn't look at all happy. "What are you doing here?" Liam demanded.

"Checking in on my investment." Alastair said and started to walk behind Liam. "It's been far too long since our last meeting."

"So why ruin what good thing he had?" Liam asked turning to face the man.

"Oh, I'm not ruining anything ducky. You are." Delia listened closely at the meeting that Liam and this man named Alastair were having. "Liam, it's been ten months. You know are deal. I simple came to ask why I haven't received a payment in so long."

"I'll get you your damn payment when I got it." Liam said.

"Now I wish I could believe you. But you see the problem is, you haven't made a payment in months. Which makes a guy like me worry about you. Do I have to remind you about our deal?"

"I remember the deal." Liam said through gritted teeth. "And you'll get your payment."

"But that's the thing. I gave you one year. Your payment should be mostly if not all the way paid by now. It's simple. 250."

"There's nothing simple about it."

"Oh but it is. You were dragged out of the pit and didn't like that. So we made a deal. I don't send my hound after you, you get me 100 souls." Liam was about to say something but Alastair interrupted. "I also know about your little family dilemma and I loaned you the power to kill the people responsible. Another 50 right there. Then we have the little thing about me keeping all of this from the First Evil. Another 100. That brings us up to 250 souls you have to collect. You owe me 250 souls or my hellhound comes in two months to collect the debt. Your soul. I don't have my souls in two months and you back to where the little witch dragged you out from. You go straight back to hell." Delia gasped silently at what Alastair said. When Liam was dead, he was in hell.

And there you go. The first chapter. Hope you all enjoyed. I will begin work immediately on the second. This chapter is a two parter. So next one wraps up what happens here. Please, comment and review. I accept all criticism and comments. I want to know what you guys think. Please review.