NFA
Author: Nitrowugs
Rating: T
Pairings: None
Feedback: Please. Constructive criticism is always welcomed and appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with BtVS and AtS. Characters, plots and dialogue from the shows are borrowed with no infringement intent whatsoever.
Distribution: Please ask and let me know where it's going.
Written: 03/04/2015
Summary: My take on a possible ending for NFA.
A/N: When speaking to Angel, Angelus' words are between double equals (== ==).
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Angel was fading, fast, but he still wouldn't give up; he also wouldn't give control to the demon. In his mind Angelus was furious.
=="Let me out, damn you; you won't last another thirty seconds and you know it."==
When his demands to be set free were ignored, Angelus decided to try another tactic; he showed Angel Buffy's face.
=="You can't leave her again; she'll never survive once she hears that we are gone. Let me out now; it's the only way we'll survive. Will is fading too."==
He could see that Angel was weakening, so with his mightiest effort he pushed forward and as he did he told Angel, =="When this is over, the only way I will let you back in control is that you give me your word that you will go to her, and never leave her again."==
Too weak to argue, Angel relented. "You have my word."
Angelus fought his way over to Spike and Illyria who fought side by side in front of Gunn who was on the ground and whose heart beat was fading. He addressed the godking. "Get Gunn and take him out of here; we'll take care of this."
Illyria started to protest, but realized it wasn't Angel, but the demon, that she was facing. She picked Gunn up and left the alley immediately.
Without hesitating, Angelus turned to Spike. "It's just you and me now, Will."
"Sire?"
"Yeah. Remember everything I ever taught you, most important of all..."
Spike interrupted with a forced cocky grin, "Never give up."
"That's right - never give up. What did Gunn say? 'Let's make it memorable.' Forget the soul, Will; let the demon out and let's show these guys how real demons fight."
With renewed determination, the two of them fought like wild men as they made inroads into the hoard of oncoming demons. When it was over, they were barely standing, covered with demon blood and goo and their own blood, but they had survived.
"I wouldn't have made it without you, Angelus," Spike said leaning against a side of the Hyperion Hotel that was still standing.
"We wouldn't have made it without each other, Will. Let's get out of here."
They made their way into what remained of the Hyperion Hotel and miraculously found a part of Angel's suite still intact, including his small refrigerator that contained a supply of bagged human blood.
"Where do you suppose the soul got this?" Spike asked.
"It's outdated blood from the blood bank; he picked it up last week. It's cold, but it beats the swill that he's been living on. Let's get cleaned up; we need to get out of here before the building caves in on us."
By the time the two had fed, showered and dressed (Spike in Angel's clothes was a sight to see), their wounds had stopped bleeding and the less serious ones had started to heal, but they were still exhausted and in much need of sleep. They found one of the Wolfram and Hart cars where Angel had left it near the hotel the night before and drove off.
"Angelus, where are we going?"
"Don't worry, Will; I know a place."
Less than half an hour later Angelus pulled the car up to what looked like a group of deserted cabins. "Stay in the car; it isn't hunting season, but there should be somebody here." He returned with the keys to one of the remote cabins which turned out to be a two bedroom cabin complete with kitchen and bathrooms.
Without further discussion, they each walked into a bedroom, made sure that no sunlight could get in and fell into an exhausted sleep in the tiny beds.
Almost two days later Angelus woke up. He was stiff and sore but most of his wounds had healed. He could feel Spike still asleep in the other bedroom. He showered and dressed, left a note for Spike and headed out looking for food. It was close to midnight, but he knew that the Magic Emporium would be open. Gerenea never closed.
"I knew you would make it," she told him as he approached the door. "He should have let you out in the beginning. Come into my office." She turned the sign on the door to 'Closed', something she rarely did, turned out the lights in the store and led Angelus to her back office. In a matter of seconds she had warmed blood for him. She updated him on what the news reports had said about the damage around the hotel. There had been no human bodies found at the site, Fred was with Gunn at the hospital, Wesley was dead and, since Lorne had disappeared and didn't want to be found, she had chosen not to locate him.
When he left the Emporium, his body was humming with life thanks to the blood and magic healing from his friend. He carried enhanced blood for Spike, clothing and the money Angel had given to Gerenea for safe keeping in case he or Spike made it through the fight.
When he returned to the cabin, Spike was waiting for him and happy to get fresh food and clothing.
Spike could read the determined look on his grand-sire's face. "I guess now you're going to get the slayer?"
"Yes." (there was that smirk again) "I'm going to get my slayer."