My sister wrote this a while ago, and I really liked it so I asked if I could put it on here, and she told me I could.
Also we own nothing about Angel or Buffy.
She owns Meagan (Mega), and really that's about it.
The sky was dark and the rain beat down like hundreds of stinging needles. Metal hit metal that echoed through the ally way, but the warriors battled. The sounds of metal hitting metal echoed through the alleyway as the warriors fought on. Even over the sounds of demons sent from the darkest reaches of hell you could hear the battle raging. A tall dark haired warrior swings his sword that easily removed the head of the closest demon.
Inside his head he turned over a thought, this is crazy we can't win this why should we keep trying?
As if reading his mind the bleached blonde fighter came to his side. He was bleeding from his nose and mouth, but said spiting blood in a British accent, "Angel, Gunn is down and I don't know where Illyria is."
Angel looked around, so many bodies already covered the once empty ally. Then he spotted the body of his fallen friend the only human body for miles. He made his way to Gunn giving anything in this path a quick death. The demons were thinning out, but their threat was still fresh in the air.
"Spike, Watch my back!" Angel yelled as he lean over Gunn.
Spike cut a demon in half and said, "You know it's bloody hard to fight a whole nest of these buggers and still watch your back end." A wicked smile spread across Spike's demonic faces.
Angel was not in the mood for Spike's jokes so he quickly ignored him. Angel looked at Gunn, knowing that Spike would do his job. "Hey Gunn, can you hear me?"
Gunn opened his eyes and looked up at Angel, "Yeah bro, I can hear ya. I'm sorry I couldn't do more…I shoulda been more careful."
Angel could hear Gunn's heart trying to replace the blood he had lost. It was a losing battle just like this one, but Angel knew he wouldn't give up no matter how hopeless it got. Angel smiled and looked up. "Don't die yet Gunn this show just got started." Angel picked up his sword and put on his demonic face. "Spike lets hunt!"
Spike turn to see that Angel spirits had lifted. Spike chuckled as the two vampires stood back to back over Gunn's morally injured body, intending to fight until the sun came up. Finally Spike killed the last demon in the ally. There wasn't a spot on either vampire that didn't hurt. All the demon bodies, vampire dust, and the little blood that Gunn had lost where fouling up the air.
Spike looked around as the ally became quite, "I can't believe we bloody did it. God, I need a drink."
Angel looked about not convinced that it was over this was too easy. "I'm going to kill that bitch for leaving. Who the hell dose she think she is?"
Spike put the tip of the sword on the ground and turned to face Angel, "All on like 'I want vengeance.' What a load of crap that was." Angel turned to face Spike when a loud explosion filled the end of the Ally. They both looked as a larger horde of demons came charging at them, "You've got to be kidding." Spike said not at all in the mood.
"Come on Spike, I thought you liked killing stuff?" Spike made a mocking expression as he walked to Angel's side.
Standing their watching the demon advance Spike said, "We're really not going to make it this time, are we? Not like when Buffy said 'we might not make it through' and everyone did in the end…well except me of course."
Angel looked at Spike. Finally after all of these years he understood what made Spike keep going. "We'll get through, Spike, somehow…that's what we always do. Then afterwards we'll…have a party?"
Spike looked at Angel and smiled, "I like the sound of that."
Angel and Spike raised their weapons. They charged towards the army of demons sent to kill them. The last stand of the Champions the vampires with souls fighting for their redemption to the bitter end…or so they thought. A large blinding light engulfed the ally, the demons, Angel, and Spike along with the countless bodies scattered about. It wasn't the sun. The light was unnatural and it warmed the heroes giving them a happy feeling, not a burning feeling like the sun would have. After the light faded there was only blackness.
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Spike woke in a really, bright, white room. It almost looked like the Initiative, well plus a bed and a large cup of blood on a nightstand. Spike looked around no windows, no doors how in hell did he get here, where ever here was. Spike got up and looked around the room. It wasn't much, just big enough for the bed and to walk around and everything was white or creamed colored. I must stick out like blood on a wedding dress. He thought to himself went he looked down at his clothe he noticed they where missing. So not only was he stuck in an unknown place but also he was doing it in his birthday suit.
"This is bloody brilliant." Spike sat on the bed and pulled the sheets over his mid-section.
He grabbed the cup and looked at it. If this place were like the Initiative the blood would be drugged. Spike looked at the cup and if talking to it said, "I bet this is hell, I've been a naughty boy. Maybe they make hells up for people like me. You know stick me in a white box, nude, with a cup of blood to comfort me. Sounds about right." He drank the cup's context in one large gulp and tossed the cup aside.
He pulled the sheets over himself and lied down. He knew with the lights he'd never get any sleep but lied there anyway to tired and sore to do much of anything else.
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When he woke the lights had gone out, though the room still had an eerily glow to it. Spike looked at the nightstand and the cup had return full of warm blood. He grabbed it and took a sip; someone must have come in while he was sleeping. He got up and wrapped the sheet around himself toga style.
If someone came in here there must be a way out! He thought to himself as he gently pounded on the walls.
Across from the bed he found the smallest of cracks making a door like shape. It was almost impossible to see even with his sharp eyesight. Spike walked over to the nightstand and finished off the blood. Who knows what's on the other side, he put the cup down and charged towards the door putting all of his strength into it. He prepared for the pain that ramming the door would cause, right as he was about to make contact the wall vanished and Spike fell into darkness. Spike finally hit the ground it wasn't as bad as the time that crazed Slayer tossed him out that window, but pretty close. Spike pushed himself up and looked around, he had landed in the apartment that Lindsey had given him. Pulling his sore body to the couch he sat up and took another good look around. He looked down to see that the sheets where gone and he was back in his jeans, black shirt, and duster.
"Bloody Hell, What the hell is going on? You stupid…" The front door to the apartment opened and Angel walked in.
Angel looked just as lost and confused as Spike felt. "Spike do you still keep hard liquor around?"
Spike nodded and pointed to the kitchen, "Yeah, in the thing next to the stove."
Angel walked to the kitchen and got a large bottle and two glasses, "Thought you could use some too." Angel said pouring Spike and himself a glass.
"Bloody Hell I do." Spike took the glass from Angel and took a drink.
Angel sat on the couch and took a sip. Spike looked at Angel, "What happened?"
Angel finished his drink then said, "I haven't a clue. I do know that; Gunn is alive; he's at the hospital and should be ok to go home tomorrow. Wolfram and Hart is gone. The building is now a non-evil law firm, and that's about it for now."
Spike finished off his drink and got up, still sore. "Well I just got back I think. Found myself in a white box till I tried to break out." Spike looked around, "found myself here then you walked in."
Angel got up, "It's cool we'll figure it all out." The front door closed, Angel and Spike turned to see Connor juts standing there, Angel walked over to him. "Connor are you…"
Connor put his hand up, "I'm fine, and everything is fine. You guys did it you saved the world. A lot has been going on. Gunn and I have been working things out; umm… Illyria got us a new office so we can still fight the good fight. Slowly but surely we'll get things back to normal." Angel and Spike had blank not still sure what's going on looks. Connor gave up and said, "Fine I'll show you." He tossed a ring of keys at Spike, "Apartment, car, back door, and front door to the new office. Your car is parked in the underground car port from the back room." Connor pointed to a door that wasn't there before and he walked out.
Spike looked at the keys then to Angel, "Car, keys to the building, looks like his champion is in charge." Spike walked towards the door and opened it, inside was a ladder that lead down.
"Champions first, Spike!" Angel said with a hard tone.
"Right by me." Spike answered back as he made his way down.
Down in the carport was a new model car; it looked much like the black viper Angel use to have back at Wolfram and Hart. Spike headed towards the driver's side when Angel stopped him, "I don't think so, I'm driving."
Spike, still a little off, handed Angel the keys and walked to the passenger side. There was a note on the dashboard:
Spike,
This is your new car as a welcoming gift to the New Angel's Investigation team. This will be the only car you get so don't crash it. The windows are tainted to keep you from dusting in the sun. The back can be laid down or moved out for storage room. Hope you enjoy.
The letter wasn't signed but Spike didn't really care, "Cool new car for me! Feeling like a hero already."
A wicked smile filled his face until Angel said, "I got one just like it…but it's got brown leather not black."
Spike was truly pissed as Angel drove out of the carport. The new office was almost on the other end of town. Spike was glad for the new car, without it he would have to walk and even for him it was a little far. There was an underground carport there too, Angel parked the car and they headed up the stairs. The first floor was large almost two stories tall. The over all color theme of the room was dark purples, red and forest green. It was set up like it was an old movie theater. To the right of the front door where was a desk with a computer, phone, and lots of papers scattered about, it look as if it use to be a snack bar. To the left was a circle of comfy looking chairs and a coffee table. In the back was a hallway that was dotted with doors. Spike bet they opened up to large rooms with a big white screen and about a dozen rows of seats. Before the hall way of doors was a flight of stairs that lead to a catwalk that overhung the front desk. The doors that lined the walk had names on them. Spike could see one of the doors had his name in red writing William the Bloody A.K.A. Spike. Spike was about to go check out his new office when Illyria and Connor walked up to them.
"Glad your both here now." Connor said welcoming them to the new office.
Illyria tilted her head and blankly stared at Spike and Angel.
"Hey, where the hell did you go when we where risking our necks in that alleyway, Smurfgirl?" Spike yelled at Illyria.
She snapped her face to Spike and looked at him, "We wouldn't have won in our current state. Gunn told me where to find help. So I went for it. You wouldn't have survived without it." She gently turned her head to look at Connor as if making sure what she said was right.
Connor nodded and Illyria walked to the hallway of doors. Angel and Spike where still confused, "Where did she go for help, Connor?" Angel asked.
Connor shrugged his shoulders, "Don't know for sure. Gunn knows, but he won't be here until tomorrow. There is still a lot of stuff I don't know. We are still looking for help around here." Connor turned and looked around. "Why don't you two look around I have to call home." Connor went behind the desk and reached for the phone.
Before Angel could say anything Spike headed to his office. Spike opened his office door and saw an almost empty office. A desk, with a chair, and a file cabinet filled the room. Spike closed the door and went to sit in his chair.
Spike spun around in the chair, this is great, a place where I belong! This was one of the happiest moments Spike has had in a long time.
The door open and Angel was standing in the doorway, "How dose it feel?"
Spike smiled, "It's great." He stood up, "A place for my coat there." He pointed to a place on the wall by the door. Then looked around, "The whites got to go…maybe black or red, or both." He walked back to his desk. "I think I'll try and get a crypt to put behind my desk. You think the floor can handle the weight?" Spike was acting like a kid in a candy store.
Angel smiled, "And I thought I was getting out of hand about what to do to with my office." Angel walked in and joined Spike next to his desk. "There is still a lot we need to get together before we can open. I got Illyria to get my books and other stuff from the old office. We don't need it, but I'd like a secretary." Spike looked at Angel. "As long as it's not Harm." Angel agreed, as they when over other important items they would need.