A/N: I'm switching back to Buffy's POV :) Also, there's some quotes in here from 'Becoming Part 2'. I don't own Buffy, or DW for that matter. They are owned by their respective copyrights.

Chapter Three: Just An Old Fashioned Fight Scene

I kicked the door off the hinges and stepped through, into the barely lit main room.

Always one for making an entrance, that's me.

Angelus spun around from his current activity (slicing up my lover) and glared at me.

"Hello, lover." I smirked.

"How did you manage to get past Spike, Darla and Dru? Well, Spike, I understand because he's a feeble pansy, but Darla and Drusilla are vicious. It's completely impossible."

"Dead. They're all dead. And it's not impossible. Just really unlikely." I winked at the Doctor, who, even in his current horrible state, managed a small smile.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to kill you myself. Again." Angelus said, with a vicious smile.

I raised my crossbow and took aim. "I guess you'll just have to try harder this time."

I pulled the trigger and the arrow flew out, hitting Angelus in the chest, just inches away from his heart.

He laughed stupid, evil, bad guy laughter. "You missed, sweetheart."

"Wasn't aiming for your heart. I was just getting your attention." I tossed the crossbow to the floor and whipped the scythe away from my back. "I plan on killing you with this."

Angelus growled loudly and lunged at me. I flipped over the top of him and landed a perfect roundhouse kick to his back, sending him head first into the wall. I grabbed a hold of him and bashed his head against the wall a couple times, you know, for good measure.

He whirled around though, with me still on his back and flipped me over the top of him. I landed with a hard thud on the floor. The scythe fell from my hand. I managed to wrap my legs around his and pull him down with me. He put all his strength into his arms, holding me down by my shoulders.

I managed to loosen his grip a bit. I flipped us over so I was on top of him. Angelus, being who he is, of course couldn't resist making a gross dirty comment.

"While your there, wriggle around a bit, would ya?"

I punched him as hard as I could in the face once, but when I went to bring my fist down for the second punch, he grabbed my hand tightly. I felt my bones crush under the weight of the pressure. He used the distraction to toss me over the top of him. I hit the wall, again, this time though I'm pretty sure I heard some ribs crack.

Angelus was up before me. He grabbed me by the throat and raised me up from the floor. He walked us towards a different set of doors, ones that were made entirely out of glass. He smirked, evilly of course, and then flung me through them. The glass shattered and flew everywhere, including into me.

As I laid on the concrete, I noticed that there was a rather large piece, the size of Mr. Pointy, sticking out from my side.

I managed to pull the jagged glass stake out of my side and pull myself up into a sitting position, against a small, outside wall.

Angelus stepped out slowly, through the broken mess. I held my side tight, but really, to no avail. Blood was freely flowing out over my hands. I glared up at Angelus as he stepped closer to me.

"I'd start saying my prayers, if I were you. You don't have a lot of time left." I hissed.

He laughed. "Then again, I'm not the one with blood gushing out of my side."

"Not yet, anyway."

"Come on kind of strong, don't you think? You're playing some deep odds here."

"Eh, what can I say? I like to gamble."

"Do you really think that you can win? The way I see it, you're about a minute or so away from knocking on death's door."

"If I'm going out, I'm taking you with me." I growled.

Angelus smirked. "See you in Hell."

"Save me a seat?"

Angelus rolled his eyes impatiently.

"Okay. Death's taking a little longer than I'd hoped. Let's speed things up, shall we?"

He took his hand and dug it straight through the hole that the glass came out of. I screamed in horrifying pain. Blood rushed out faster.

I watched as Angelus turned and walked back in to the Doctor, who, was looking just as good as I was at the moment.

"If she dies, I swear I will make you hurt so bad that you will be begging for my mercy." he growled.

"Hmm, kinda like this?" Angelus grabbed a knife and swiped it across the Doctor's already bruised and bloodied chest.

"You think the sun is dangerous now? Wait until I drop you in it." he panted.

"Oh, just give up already!"

"Never."

"That's everything, huh? No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away and what's left?"

During their little chat fest, I had managed to scramble myself up off the ground. I grabbed the scythe, as I silently inched my way past it. By the end of the familiar convo, I was right behind Angelus.

"Me."

Angelus turned around at the sound my voice. As soon as he did, I used all the strength that I could muster to swing the scythe. The sharp blade connected with Angelus' neck and he was a pile of ash before I could count to two.

I swung the scythe down once more and cut the Doctor's ropes. I looked him in the eyes with a weak smile.

"I think I'm dying, Doctor."

"No, you're not. I won't let you. Not after everything we've been through."

"You're glowing. Should you be glowing?"

"I'm regenerating."

"Oh, well at least one of us is going to make it."

Then I fell into blackness.