Soul Survivors
Soul Survivors
The vampire with a soul.
Once he fulfils his destiny will Shanshu.
Become Human.
It is his reward.
Sounds like it could easily describe Spike as it does Angel. But it also implies that the Shanshu is about much more than saving the world once or even twice. It is the final events that hence a way off for both vampires.
'I'll show you what I mean'
Angel had signed away the away the Shanshu prophecy, his redemption, so there was no reward, no reason for him to fight.
If that didn't stop him- Plan B.
Hell may already be on earth but they were going to make it come alive.
The heavens were weeping sharply over the terror, the flair glint of weapons surrounding. The tears from Angels ran down the champions faces as the stench of death was already washing around them. It was dark, damp, never-ending with the evil.
Heartbeats raced, heartbeats slowed, heartbeats never began. But the adrenaline, the fear was high.
Angel, Spike, Gunn and Illyria were fighting with every part of there souls, every movement that was left inside them that was capable in their own rights. The rain changed course as it beat against the wings of fire. Angel wanted that fire, he wanted that dragon. He felt the heat rising but not in himself. He was relaxed. Infuried with the confusion of why was he was still fighting ? The prophecy was gone, he was damned to hell for all eternity. But this fight it wasn't for him, it was for Doyle Cordelia, Fred all of the people he had tried to save but couldn't and all the lives he had ruined in his life and death. This fight is for the world and this war is his redemption whether he lived or died. He raised his sword.
'I'm going to finish this'
Gunn flinched as heads spewing boiling blood rolled into the puddles. His body was weakening. His eyes glazed over as he lifted his axe and through it at the first demon his blurred vision could see. His last kill and his shaking hand clutched his blood soaked chest as he fell to the floor. He looked at his reflection in the near by puddle 'least I died fighting the good fight' he murmured with his last breath and he was gone. He had made his last moments count just like he said he would.
Spike looked up for a brief second at the circling dragon. 'Angel you still got your eye on that dragon or can I have a pop at it' he yelled. There was no answer just a deafening silence expect for a sickening rumble deep beneath their feet. His eyes swept over the army only for a brief moment which was a moment too late. A demon swung straight for his neck. He was dust.
A Sonic eruption hit the alleyway, unsteadying both Spike and the demon allowing his fate to change, he regained his footing and moved in and out of the distorted creatures 'something had changed, something had altered time' spike thought and there she was fighting beside him, she had got her powers back how? he didn't no ,didn't care. She had saved him. He smiled.
Illyria twitched, her body, her shell became numb, her power slipping. Illyria was fading. Everything around her began to dissolve becoming darkness, a sharp pain exploded through her. This was it, she bent down her hand feeling the cold wet ground beneath her. Illyria's fingers were sticky with blood but not her own, Gunn's. She slowly moved her neck around now feeling the stiffness and coldness of a mortal. Her eyes snapped open, she wasn't mortal and she would not die as one. The alleyway came back into focus, it was like she was in a bubble, nothing could see or touch her, there laying by her feet was Gunn his limp body face down in the water. The bubble popped and she erupted blue sparks of emotion through the army killing a part of hell. Her colour then washed away with the rain. Illyria faded away.
There they stood, the last two champion's Angel and Spike, side by side they had killed, side by side they would fight and side by side they would die. Every clash of a sword seemed to echo, the heat drew closer. Angel looked to the heavens above and saw it going straight towards Spike. The dragon opened its mouth and gouged flames, Angel pushed towards him and there he stood watching as the colours of fury burned reflecting in his eyes. Feeling his soul burn within him, he had tried, he had failed, he had died saving Spike. Ash's to Ash's dust to dust.