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"This is freaking me out," Spike said
"Why is that?" Illyria asked, her voice calm
"These beings…they're not real, but that's not the point. They're all my victims"
"Impossible. Then again, everything we've faced lately has been impossible"
"I'm really getting sick of all this toying around," Spike growled
His gold eyes flashed in the darkness, as he clasped his hands together and slammed them against the jaw of a zombie, then delivered a blow to another zombie's jaw. Illyria landed a right hook, before whirling around and performing a wide roundhouse kick that took down three zombies at once. Another zombie grabbed onto Illyria from behind, but she rammed her elbow into its ribs, then threw it aside into five more zombies
Another howl broke the night, followed almost immediately by another howl, closer this time. Spike snapped a zombie's neck and listened to the howls, before looking around the graveyard as he backhanded a zombie over his shoulder
"Werewolves. Great"
"Ssspppiiikkkeee," a zombie groaned
"Sod off!"
Spike cracked the zombie in the jaw, as the first of the werewolves arrived
"Bloody wonderful"
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"How's it going?" Lindsey asked
"It's not easy trying to get a lock on someone's astral signature," Wesley replied, "Especially when they're in a different dimension"
He was kneeling in the centre of the Hyperion, using the large pentagram that had been painted on the floor four years ago by Angel and Lilah. The edges of the pentagram were glowing; as Lindsey, Kate, Dracula, Lorne and Elena watched nearby, drinking either coffee, hot chocolate, blood or seabreeze. Wesley was in deep concentration, as his body started to glow bright red, slowly becoming blood red mist, as it seeped from his eyes and fingernails, the strain of casting the spell starting to become visible
"Okay, that's not looking too good," Kate said
"I second that," Lorne agreed, "Wes old boy, might be time to stop that"
"Nearly….there…." Wesley groaned
He suddenly fell forward onto his hands and knees, gasping and breathing deeply, as the glow faded from his body and the pentagram, while a deep purple portal opened up before him. An image of Spike and Illyria in a graveyard could easily be seen
"Go," Wesley gasped in a ragged voice, "Before the portal closes. Hurry"
Lindsey grabbed his pocket-knife and leapt into the portal, followed by Dracula and Kate, as the portal closed up and Wesley slumped to his side, Lorne and Elena instantly by him
"You okay?" Lorne asked, "Come on, Wesley, let's get you rested up"
"Will Mommy and Daddy be coming home?" Elena asked
"They'll be coming home," Wesley replied groggily, "Don't worry, they'll be back"
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Spike caught a werewolf's arm and drove his palm upwards, snapping the elbow and tossing the whining werewolf into several zombies, before backhanding a zombie, then shoving it into the path of a werewolf. Illyria stabbed a knife into the side of a zombie's head, then removed it and drove it upwards into a werewolf's throat. Just then, a portal opened up, dispelling Lindsey, Kate and Dracula
"Whoa," Lindsey cried, seeing the werewolves and zombies
Kate's respond was to aim her M16 rifle and start firing. Dracula impaled a werewolf from behind, then removed his sword and lopped a zombie's head off, as another zombie came at him. Dracula pushed the zombie back, a look of recognition coming over him
"Spike, why does this zombie look like that pilot you killed in 1934?"
"Because all of these sodding bastards are my victims," Spike replied
"Ah, I see," Dracula said, impaling a werewolf without looking
Lindsey slashed a werewolf across the chest, then reversed his sword and drove it between the werewolf's ribs, as Kate fired single rounds into the zombies' heads, backing Lindsey up as he beheaded a zombie, followed by a werewolf. Illyria did an inner crescent kick on a zombie, then whirled around and kicked him down, then stabbed a zombie in the chest, as something on Spike caught her attention. This allowed a werewolf to slash her from behind and she stabbed it in the chest, before heading towards Spike, seeing the sigil on the back of his neck
"Haven't you felt the tickle of my kiss upon you?"
Illyria swung her blade, cutting through the sigil and drawing blood
"What the? Leery, what the bleeding hell was that for?" Spike demanded
Suddenly, all the zombies in the graveyard simply disappeared, leaving the werewolves behind. Spike realized and looked around, before touching the blood on his neck
"What's going on?" Lindsey asked, "Where did all the zombies go?"
The werewolves also seemed interested in the disappearance of the zombies, but that didn't last long. With one loud howl together, they continued their attack
"Oh bollocks," Spike muttered
"Right there with you," Lindsey agreed
"How about I give them something to chew on?" Kate asked, palming a grenade
She popped the pin and threw it, as a werewolf caught it out of the air with its jaws and spat it back at them. Spike booted the grenade back into the werewolf's chest, just as it exploded, blowing chunks of werewolf about the graveyard
"Kill as many as you like, I will create more," came Pavayne's voice
"He does that, he will soon loose his grip on reality bending," came Wesley's voice
"Percy? Where the hell are you?" Spike asked
"I exhausted my magic opening the portal," Wesley replied, "Although I can communicate with you, but I don't know for how long"
A werewolf lunged at Illyria, who stabbed two knives into its chest. It let out a small whine, as Illyria dropped the body aside and slashed open another werewolf's throat. Spike punched a werewolf down and snapped its neck, as Dracula stabbed a werewolf through the throat. Lindsey and Kate were tag teaming against the werewolves, as more continued to appear, popping into existence via a small red portal. Spike kicked a werewolf in the stomach, followed by an uppercut as he kept an eye on the humans, trying to make sure that they didn't get bitten. The realm seemed to shimmer in and out, as if in reality, it didn't exist and Spike knew it was because they were depleting Pavayne's magical resources. He would soon tire from the constant creation of the werewolves, which were getting slaughtered in their numbers. Dracula and Lindsey fought side by side, their swords slicing through the creatures, blood splattering the ground, as Kate backed them up with her M16. When that ran out of ammo, she switched to her Colt .45 handgun. Illyria had a circle of werewolf bodies surrounding her, as more werewolves fell upon her, only to get sliced apart. A werewolf slashed her right arm, making her drop her knife, so she responded by punching her fist through its chest
"Hello there," Spike said, "Come to papa"
He lunged for the Vorax sword, which had shimmered into reality, and grabbed it in time to impale a werewolf through the chest. Rising up, he kicked the body off the blade, then decapitated another werewolf leaping at him
"Keep going, we're nearly there," Dracula called, "His magic is weakening"
A sudden bolt of red energy slammed into Dracula, knocking him onto his back. Spike quickly joined Lindsey in holding off a large number of werewolves, as Kate checked on the Count, who had been knocked unconscious. Pavayne floated into view, his eyes glowing an eerie red, as he aimed his radiant hand towards Lindsey
"Heads up!"
Spike and Lindsey ducked, as a dagger flew overhead and impaled Pavayne in the chest, his blast going wide and annihilating a werewolf. Dracula groaned as he shook his head and was helped to his feet by Kate, as Pavayne removed the dagger
"You will pay for that," he growled
"I've got a suggestion," Spike said, "Let's stop all this running about through different dimensions and what not. Let's just get down to the biffo"
"What do you suggest?" Pavayne asked
"I'm suggesting you and I go one on one, just like before. No cowardly running away. A fight to the death. A good ole brawl, just like the one we had after we first met"
"Very well then. I can agree with that. And let's pick a different setting"
The graveyard disappeared, getting replaced by a canyon setting, with tall rocky outcrops rising up in the centre. Spike and Pavayne found themselves atop a separate outcrop, while the others were down on the ground…with the remainder of the werewolves
"Let's end this, shall we?" Pavayne asked
"I could agree more," Spike grinned, his gold eyes flashing
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