Well, I don't own Angel, or any related stuffs, blah blah
Disclaimer, violence, blood, you know what you're reading
This takes place after the final episode of Angel, picking up where it left off
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The last blow fell, and suddenly, Angel was tired. He fell to his knees, suddenly very tired, landing among the blood and bodies…
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Some time later, he came to. The lights were mercifully dark as he blinked awake, sitting up. He was in his bed…at the old hotel. He was surprised to be outside his room in Wolfram and Hart, until suddenly, his memories of the night before rushed to him. He blinked, lying back suddenly and grunting, wounds in his back still far from healed
Nearby, Illyria looked up, and Angel was suddenly aware of others in the room. Spike was, in fact, beside him on his bed, covered in bandages. Angel noticed he himself was also covered in bandages, some clearly having bled through
"You are well?" Illyria asked in her usual manner
"Well? I'm good enough, what about Gunn? Did he…make it?" Angel sat up again, slowly, and leaned against his bed, pulling up his bed sheet as he noticed that he wasn't wearing anything beside his bandages
"No. We are the last" Illyria seemed unharmed, although when she reached for another roll of bandages, walking over to where Spike still rested, kneeling and starting to remove the bandages around his head and replace them.
"When did you learn that?" He was surprised by the ancient's action, and skill
"I learned from the one you called Wesley" She looked up from the bandages suddenly, eyes wide as she stared across the room at nothing, before taking a shuddering breath and returning to her work
"Wesley taught you?" Angel was more disturbed by the look Illyria gave, apparently, nothing
"I learned from him. He did not teach me…" She stood, "I will return when I have acquired sustenance for you both." She turned to the door then
"Illyria, no hurting anyone, okay?" Angel would hate for his meal to be taken unwillingly, even now.
She paused, nodding once, back to him, "if I must"
Angel was surprised by her willingness to accept his orders, but even so, he lay back on his pillow, sleep taking him almost before she left and just soon enough that he didn't notice Spike stir beside him…