Disclaimer – I do not own any characters or settings from the shows Buffy or Angel. They belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Before the demons even reached Angel, Dawn, Spike and the others with them, Rona and Vi's group along with Faith's had taken some out, surprising them with a sudden attack from both sides. Then Kennedy gave a command and her troops charged forwards, leaving Angel behind.
He recovered quickly though, rushing forward to join the fight, followed by Gunn, Iryllia and Spike. They were still out numbered by the enemy, but the vampire knew that didn't make a difference. These were slayers, strong, trained and there was Willow, a powerful Wiccan. As to Xander and Andrew's purpose there he had no clue, and as to Dawn's mysterious "birthright"… Angel shook his head and threw himself back into the fray.
Spike hadn't felt so good in a long time. His niblet was there – and not mad at him. Yet. There was no telling what she would say when she heard his story… but there was no use thinking about that right now. Right now, there was an army of demons to kill, Little Bit wasn't out to kill him and Spike was having fun. One thing worried him, where was Buffy? Surely she would have come…
The air around Willow crackled with magick and spells. Her hair glowed diamond bright, white as snow. A continuous stream of incantations came from her mouth, Latin filled her ears. She was in control, joy surged through her body, power coursed through her veins. And through it all, Xander watched her, in case of trouble, to defend his best friend.
Andrew stood alone on a roof top, pulling a machine out of his rucksack. He tweaked a few screws, flipped a few switches, turned a few dials and then he was ready. He took aim at the dragon – muttering under his breath, "Please, oh please work. Don't let me down, work, please work." – and pressed a button. A beam of light shot out of the contraption, hitting the dragon square in the chest as it flew over as building. The great beast froze solid, falling to the rooftop below with force, shattering on impact. He'd done it.
Green mist wrapped ever tighter around Dawn, as she hung back, waiting for the signal from Willow. She couldn't start until the dragon was safely out of the way, it would be too dangerous. She saw the beam of light shoot across the sky, heard Willow's voice speak in her head – "Now, Dawnie! Now!". It was time. She flew up, up above the battle below her, saw slayers, demons, Angel and his crew alike stop their fights to stare up at her. She, Dawn Summers, the Buffy's little sister, was the secret weapon that would win this battle. Only Willow and Xander there knew the extent of her powers, they knew the plan, to everyone else this was a surprise. She looked down, saw Spike gazing at her as if she'd suddenly grown a second head. Giggling to herself, Dawn felt as though every cell in her body was electrified – she was truly alive for the first time she could remember! As the figures below her began to fight again she started gather her energy. The girl sent out waves of energy, killing in an instant any of the enemy who were hit by them. Within minutes only the last few remained, fighting with a few slayers and Angel's "Fang Gang". They'd won the battle. Dawn smiled…
A.N. - As I have said this is my first fic. Any reviews are really really appreciated - Thanx to redlighting and Slayagewitch 4 reviews!