AN: This story pretty much picks up after Not Fade Away. I'll try to incorperate as many characters from Angel and Buffy that I can, but the story will involve OC's as well.

PS: I don't own Angel, if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.

the rise of new heroes and an old evil

The young man ran through the dark streets of Los Angeles. He pursued hi quarry relentlessly. The chase continued for two more blocks before he closed the distance between him and his target. Without breaking pace, Connor Angel, or as he was known to most the world Connor Reilly, pulled a stake from his sleeve a threw it into the vampire's back. The stake hit it's target and dust flew to the ground. He stalked over to the pile of ash to retrieve his weapon. He was barely bothered from the long run. He was sure his father would not be amused if he knew his son could be winded in a short chase with a vampire.

He stopped his train of thought there. It had been barely a month since Angel's last battle with Wolfram and Hart, but in that time Connor had taken on his father's job of protecting the city from evil. Ever since his memories had come back he had been planning to one day fight for the greater good. As odd as it was, the Last Battle had been his first chance to do just that. The next night he had sought out the remnants of Angel Investigations, but he had found none. He had gone to the Hyperion Hotel first, but the place was empty. He wasn't quite sure how or why, but his search then took him to the alley. The alley of his birth and his mother's death. There was only one body there, but he knew that this had been where the final fight had happened. He rememebered rushing to the still form of Charles Gunn, hoping in vain that the man had survived, but to no avail. He remebered searching the ally for other bodies, but the Senior Partners had been sure to clean up their mess. All that had been left behind had been Gunn's body, and two sodden and trampled piles of ash. He knew one of those was all that remained of his father. The other one had no doubt been the blond vampire whom he met when visiting Wolfram & Hart, he had been called Spike. He didn't know wherethe other bodies were, but he knew it would have been pointless to seek them out.

After that, Connor had collected the ashes of the two vampires into two seperate jars he had found in the Hyperion's negected kitchen and gave his father and his two comrades a burial in the equally neglected garden of the hotel. It was then that he desided to reopen his father's business. At first his other family had been angry that he had chosen to drop out of college to become a private investigator (a normal private investigator as far as they were concerned). But he would not let their feelings get in the way, Los Angeles had lost its gaurdians, and it needed someone to replace them before the place was overun by demons. Thats where Connor came in. He managed to find a cheap office to rent. Part of him wanted to continue Angel Investigations at the Hyperion, but the memories were still too overwhelming to deal with. So he decided on a cheap two room office space until he could get his emotions in check. It consisted of a front room and a back office, which was more space the he needed for his one man operation.

And now he worked as a one man private investigation company that fought the forces of evil. But has he vanished into the night, he couldn't help but wonder, how long could he keep that up?

Just as Conor was falling into his new life, half way around the globe in Ireland another person was preparing to join him in the fight. She waited as calmly as possible at the ticket line in the Dublin airport, but her patience was wearing thin. She had spent her almost her entire life watching the battle between good and evil, and now that she had her chance to join in the fight she had to wait for two American tourists to to explain why they didn't thin it was fair that they had to pay for a new set of tickets just because they had been so hungover this morning they missed their plane. Finaly, a different termianl was freed up and she was able to acquire her tickets.

"And how can I help you today?" the recpetionist asked her with a forced perkiness.

"One way ticket to Los Angeles, California," the girl replied back.

"You have excellent timing, you'll just be able to make it through security and make the next plane. It leaves in under an hour," the receptionist explained. Looking up from her computer she gave a start, something was wrong with the girl in front of her. In less then a minute her eyes had become glazed over and she seemed unaware of her suroundings. She seemed a little unbalanced, but somehow manged to stay on her feet by keeping a death grip on the counter that seperated them. She had noticed the brown haired girl had been extremely pale as though she hadn't seen a lot of sun lately, but she hadn't thought that she had been sick.

"Miss? Are you alright? Miss?" No avail, the girl seemed completly unaware, and it seemed that the edges of her round face were becoming discolored. This couldn't be good.

"Miss?"

As though she had just resurfaced from a pool of water the girl took a deep breath and swung slighlty forward so she could lean her weight on the counter. "Sorry about that," she muttered quickly.

"Are you alright?" the receptionist was amazed, the girl seemed to have just suffered a seizure or something but she treated it as a normal occurance.

"I'll be fine," the girl brushed it off, "but I think that flight may be leaving to early for me. You wouldn't happen to have anything leaving later?"

"Ummm, yes, actually we do. It will be leaving in three hours, you have a thirty minute layover in New York, and it'll be landing at 4:20 PM California time, is that good for you?" Such a strange girl the receptionist thought.

"Excelent."

"Now I'll be needing your name."

"It's Doyle, Grace Doyle."

The next vision came when she was one the airplane, halfway to New York. Today was a winning day for visions, two in under twelve hours. The first one in the airport had let her see that the plane she had nearly taken would of had a watcher and two slayers on it the whole way to the New York layover. She knew she didn't pose a threat to them, but why take the chance? You could never be too careful when it came to slayers. And now she was having another vision. She new not to fight it, and shut her eyes and watched it play out.

A young man with brown hair and peircing blue eyes. She new him as well as she new his father and his father's friends. He was glaring at a newspaper. He was angry, no angry was the wrong word, he was pissed. She tried to read the headline, but the vision was already jumping ahead to something else. It was the man again. This time he was walking into a lobby of an office building. The lobby was packed with well dressed people and media equipment. Judging by the signs flashing by it was some reopening. No, it couldn't be she thought... The vision was speeding up, the blue eyed man pulled a small crossbow out from under his baggy coat. People screamed, he was tackled by two large men before the bolt could even make it into the air. Then there was blood, and she could see a window giving her a name for the place.

An then the vision was gone and she was left seething with rage. She obviously had time to to find Conor and keep him from being an idiot and doing something that stupid. The Powers the Be wouldn't just send her this vision if she couldn't stop it. No thats not what enraged her. What had enraged her was the name on the window. Angel hadn't even fallen in battle a month ago, but they had come back as strong as ever. How could that happen. After all that had been lost, how could they already be rebuilt? But she had to wait to cross an entire continent before she could get any answers. Until then she had a single thought to haunt her: the wolf, the ram, and the hart had resurected.

AN: Dun Dun Dun. And what awaits our new heroes as they set out to continue the battle left to them? Who else will join the ranks? Has anyone from Team Angel survived? And which adversaries are with the big bads? This and much more coming up in Angel: The Next Generation.