Disclaimer: I own none, only Casey. Joss, the insane god he is (the rat
bastard he is too), owns the whole cast of characters you see, save again,
for Casey, she is mine. Oh, and inspiration comes from Jen and L.
gidgetgirl and Ivorycat respectively. My inspiration for the plot came from
L's work with Connor's Just Desserts and Jen is always giving me ideas.
Author's Note: This fic will be ending soon. Like one more chapter soon I want to move onto bigger and better things. Now no comment from the peanut gallery! I'm hopefully working on a series of short fics dealing with Jen's character Anni from her fics and co-writing a fic with three fellow authors, called Saving the Series: The Torch Bearer. I'm also looking forward to working on three new fics, but you'll have to wait for them. But now onto the story.
Summary: The fight commences.
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Chapter Thirty-Three: Showdown
As the group of five walked into the hotel, surprising the people who were in the lobby, Angel looked up, glared at his children and went back to what he was doing. Will leaned down and whispered, "Told ya so," before he straitened up and walked towards the main desk where Angel was working. "So Peaches, what's this about the world ending?"
Angel's eyes flicked up, "Go away Spike, this is serious," he muttered.
Will sneered, "And who said I wasn't being serious. Look, you'll need all the help you can get, and quite frankly if this didn't have to do with Claire or Charlie, I wouldn't be here, but I am. So deal."
Angel rolled his eyes, but monitored him to sit anyway. Everyone else followed suit, although Casey chose to jump up on the main desk and sitting next to her father. Charlie looked lost for a moment before sitting next to Will. Connor settled on the floor and Claire chose his lap as her space.
"We're fighting," Angel looked around, "something. I don't know what it is. There's little to no information on it, so to put it honestly, we're screwed, royally. As far as I can tell, it appears as the one foes you cannot defeat. But that was written in prophecy, and in an archaic language, so it could be wrong. If you fight, you very well may lose your life. But it's your choice." He finished and looked around. Everyone was staring at him with the same look in his or her eye, determination.
He gave a small, half smile, "We may stand a chance." With that, he stood up and walked over to the weapons cabinet. "Take your pick," he smirked as he unlocked it, and swung the doors outward.
"Come on boys, let's get to it!" Will said as he jumped up, taking a sword out of the cabinet, swinging it. "Nice balance Peaches," he said to Angel before going off and swinging it a bit more.
Casey chose the crossbow, smiling as she felt the familiar weight of the weapon in her hands. Smirking at Connor she grabbed a quiver and strapped it on her back. Connor had gone for an axe as had Gunn, they both grinned at each other as they took them. Connor's was a double bladed axe, with blades at both ends. Gunn's was a simple single blade axe, but he wielded it with acute accuracy.
Claire grabbed Chines Throwing Stars while Charlie grabbed another sword, and went off to start to fence with Will. Fred also grabbed herself a crossbow and quiver. Lorne, Cordelia, Wesley, and Angel took what was left.
"We're ready Angel," Cordelia said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"And we're off," he said to himself, hoping he would see every last one of them at the end of this fight.
As they walked out the door, in single file, the earth rumbled, but they continued on, to the epicenter of it all. When they did, Cordelia, Lorne, Angel, Wesley, Fred, and Gunn had to hold in their shock, it was where Connor had been born, and where Darla had died, by staking herself.
"Ah, you've come," a sinister voice said from behind, when everyone turned, their eyes turned white with fear. It was what they all feared most.
Gunn, his sister. Lorne, his clan back in Pylea. Fred, a portal back to Pylea. Wesley, his father. Cordelia, a psychopathic Xander staking Angel. Connor, Holtz, the man's hands streaked with blood, Casey's blood. Casey, Holtz, coming toward her, his hands raised. Claire, Connor sneering at her, laughing. Charlie, the vampire who killed his mother. Will, Buffy, the vampire slayer. Angel, himself, is other half, Angelus.
"You think you can beat me?" it said, mock everyone.
Angel tried to stay calm, but when one looks at the exact double of you, it is a little unnerving. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice holding no quiver.
"To end the world of course," Angelus laughed, of course when Angelus said this, it would be someone else when for instance Casey saw it, or Gunn did.
All at once everyone was in a flurry of motion, fueled by the intense hurt at what they thought they saw. It had no trouble throwing the less experienced warriors off, such as Fred, Casey and Claire. Connor watched them be flung into the brick wall, and he wanted to go and see if they were alright, but he was busy.
One by one, people were knocked off, Cordelia, Gunn, Lorne, and Wesley. They all lay in a bloody heap. At first glance they looked as if they were just knocked out, but on closer inspection, one could see the blood dribbling from their mouths, and their eyes open, unblinking. They were dead. Soon Charlie was down, then Will, and then finally only Angel was left, Connor had been flung into the air, landing on his head, giving a sickening crack. His neck was broken.
Finally Angelus and Angel stared one another in the eye.
"What are you going to do now?" Angelus taunted as Angel's bruised and battered body stood before him. "You're nothing, you'll never amount to anything, you're worthless." Angelus' body morphed into Liam's father, James. "Worthless boy, worthless," he Irish brogue was harsh, bringing Angel back to reality.
He balked at the figure that had once been his father, life times ago. He then realized he could stand up to the phantom.
"I am not worthless, Father," he spit out the last word like a curse. "I made mistakes, and I paid for them. I took responsibility. I have," he looked at the pile of broken bodies, "I had a family. I am not worthless," he repeated
The phantom glared at Angel one last time, before something on the inside started to eat it, bright shining white light coming through the holes, blinding Angel. The light burned his skin, and soon, he past out because of the burning pain.
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Author's Note 2: Yes, I left you a cliffhanger, shame on me. *grin* But there is a reason why I left it there. So the next chapter could be longer. Yes, I know this chapter's short, but the next one will be the last one, and it will be good, I promise. Now will you all please review? I mean, hello, It takes me forever to write these out, and you just read them in five minutes. Just take a minute to e-mail me or review, it's greatly appreciated.
Think about it.
Author's Note: This fic will be ending soon. Like one more chapter soon I want to move onto bigger and better things. Now no comment from the peanut gallery! I'm hopefully working on a series of short fics dealing with Jen's character Anni from her fics and co-writing a fic with three fellow authors, called Saving the Series: The Torch Bearer. I'm also looking forward to working on three new fics, but you'll have to wait for them. But now onto the story.
Summary: The fight commences.
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Chapter Thirty-Three: Showdown
As the group of five walked into the hotel, surprising the people who were in the lobby, Angel looked up, glared at his children and went back to what he was doing. Will leaned down and whispered, "Told ya so," before he straitened up and walked towards the main desk where Angel was working. "So Peaches, what's this about the world ending?"
Angel's eyes flicked up, "Go away Spike, this is serious," he muttered.
Will sneered, "And who said I wasn't being serious. Look, you'll need all the help you can get, and quite frankly if this didn't have to do with Claire or Charlie, I wouldn't be here, but I am. So deal."
Angel rolled his eyes, but monitored him to sit anyway. Everyone else followed suit, although Casey chose to jump up on the main desk and sitting next to her father. Charlie looked lost for a moment before sitting next to Will. Connor settled on the floor and Claire chose his lap as her space.
"We're fighting," Angel looked around, "something. I don't know what it is. There's little to no information on it, so to put it honestly, we're screwed, royally. As far as I can tell, it appears as the one foes you cannot defeat. But that was written in prophecy, and in an archaic language, so it could be wrong. If you fight, you very well may lose your life. But it's your choice." He finished and looked around. Everyone was staring at him with the same look in his or her eye, determination.
He gave a small, half smile, "We may stand a chance." With that, he stood up and walked over to the weapons cabinet. "Take your pick," he smirked as he unlocked it, and swung the doors outward.
"Come on boys, let's get to it!" Will said as he jumped up, taking a sword out of the cabinet, swinging it. "Nice balance Peaches," he said to Angel before going off and swinging it a bit more.
Casey chose the crossbow, smiling as she felt the familiar weight of the weapon in her hands. Smirking at Connor she grabbed a quiver and strapped it on her back. Connor had gone for an axe as had Gunn, they both grinned at each other as they took them. Connor's was a double bladed axe, with blades at both ends. Gunn's was a simple single blade axe, but he wielded it with acute accuracy.
Claire grabbed Chines Throwing Stars while Charlie grabbed another sword, and went off to start to fence with Will. Fred also grabbed herself a crossbow and quiver. Lorne, Cordelia, Wesley, and Angel took what was left.
"We're ready Angel," Cordelia said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"And we're off," he said to himself, hoping he would see every last one of them at the end of this fight.
As they walked out the door, in single file, the earth rumbled, but they continued on, to the epicenter of it all. When they did, Cordelia, Lorne, Angel, Wesley, Fred, and Gunn had to hold in their shock, it was where Connor had been born, and where Darla had died, by staking herself.
"Ah, you've come," a sinister voice said from behind, when everyone turned, their eyes turned white with fear. It was what they all feared most.
Gunn, his sister. Lorne, his clan back in Pylea. Fred, a portal back to Pylea. Wesley, his father. Cordelia, a psychopathic Xander staking Angel. Connor, Holtz, the man's hands streaked with blood, Casey's blood. Casey, Holtz, coming toward her, his hands raised. Claire, Connor sneering at her, laughing. Charlie, the vampire who killed his mother. Will, Buffy, the vampire slayer. Angel, himself, is other half, Angelus.
"You think you can beat me?" it said, mock everyone.
Angel tried to stay calm, but when one looks at the exact double of you, it is a little unnerving. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice holding no quiver.
"To end the world of course," Angelus laughed, of course when Angelus said this, it would be someone else when for instance Casey saw it, or Gunn did.
All at once everyone was in a flurry of motion, fueled by the intense hurt at what they thought they saw. It had no trouble throwing the less experienced warriors off, such as Fred, Casey and Claire. Connor watched them be flung into the brick wall, and he wanted to go and see if they were alright, but he was busy.
One by one, people were knocked off, Cordelia, Gunn, Lorne, and Wesley. They all lay in a bloody heap. At first glance they looked as if they were just knocked out, but on closer inspection, one could see the blood dribbling from their mouths, and their eyes open, unblinking. They were dead. Soon Charlie was down, then Will, and then finally only Angel was left, Connor had been flung into the air, landing on his head, giving a sickening crack. His neck was broken.
Finally Angelus and Angel stared one another in the eye.
"What are you going to do now?" Angelus taunted as Angel's bruised and battered body stood before him. "You're nothing, you'll never amount to anything, you're worthless." Angelus' body morphed into Liam's father, James. "Worthless boy, worthless," he Irish brogue was harsh, bringing Angel back to reality.
He balked at the figure that had once been his father, life times ago. He then realized he could stand up to the phantom.
"I am not worthless, Father," he spit out the last word like a curse. "I made mistakes, and I paid for them. I took responsibility. I have," he looked at the pile of broken bodies, "I had a family. I am not worthless," he repeated
The phantom glared at Angel one last time, before something on the inside started to eat it, bright shining white light coming through the holes, blinding Angel. The light burned his skin, and soon, he past out because of the burning pain.
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Author's Note 2: Yes, I left you a cliffhanger, shame on me. *grin* But there is a reason why I left it there. So the next chapter could be longer. Yes, I know this chapter's short, but the next one will be the last one, and it will be good, I promise. Now will you all please review? I mean, hello, It takes me forever to write these out, and you just read them in five minutes. Just take a minute to e-mail me or review, it's greatly appreciated.
Think about it.