"Tara, get down!" She heard someone shout. Tara ducked just in time to
avoid being hit. She jumped back up and found herself next to Angel.
"Thanks." She said softly, while evading attacks from next to her.
"Don't mention it." He said, jumping over a demon/vamp and landing on it's other side. He slammed his broadsword through its neck, severing the head.
"Does anyone else get the feeling that this is pointless?"
"Shut up, Cole!" Prue and Faith said at the same time.
But it really was. Before Phoebe's eyes, one came up behind Anya and smashed her on top the head. She crumpled to the ground and didn't move.
"Anya!" Xander ran over to her, but before he got there, he too was taken out of the fight. This time, with a swift kick to the side of his head.
Buffy watched in horror as her friends started to fall. The witches stood in a circle in the center of the fight, trying to destroy ones with magicks and the occasional flick of Prue's finger. Faith and Spike were also doing ok, fighting back-to back. She and Angel were standing next to each other, warding off attacks from both sides, like they used too. But before her eyes, Cole, followed swiftly by Giles, fell.
"Amanda! Where the hell are you?" Buffy swung her head around, trying to see where the Whitelighter had gone. And then, she spotted her. "Oh, God."
The angel was sitting on the ground, holding her stomach. Buffy didn't even need to see what was under her hands. She had been hit. Phoebe followed her line of vision and raced over to her temporary Whitelighter. Amanda smacked Phoebe's hands away.
"Don't worry about me, I'm already dead. But you need to defeat these abominations."
Phoebe shook her head. "What do we do?"
"You're handy with writing spells, aren't you?"
Phoebe nodded her head.
"Ok, that's something. Write one to...um, I don't know, tie your powers together with Willow and Tara's, making a Power of 6.
"Double the Wiccas, double your fun." Phoebe muttered. "Got it. But what if it doesn't work?"
"Then I guess we're screwed. But no pressure." Amanda smiled thinly. "Just make sure it works, ok?"
Phoebe nodded and ran back to her sisters and the other witches. "We need to write us a spell."
"Wait." Willow said, while sending the business end of a skate into the heart of a demon/vamp that had gotten a hold of Tara. "Isn't this sort of a job for Faith? I mean, she's the one the prophecy talked about, not us."
Prue nodded. "Willow's not wrong. Something's off."
"What?" Piper asked, not following the shift in her sister's thoughts.
"There numbers aren't going down. We kill them and they just keep coming. Only the one's that Faith kills stay dead. Even with our new and improved weapons, we can't defeat them. Faith's the key. "
"Yea. Sis. Get. To. The. Point." Piper snapped. Each word was accented with a kick to a demon/vamp. She finally pushed a stake through it's chest, turning the creature to dust. She honestly didn't care if it would just pop back up somewhere else in the fight. But each one she killed could be the one who murdered her husband, and she liked that feeling.
"That's all I had." Prue said.
Tara's hands whipped around in the air in front of her, forming symbols. She mouthed words, and suddenly, small fields of protection formed around Cole, Giles, Xander, Anya, and the now unconscious Amanda. It looked like one hybrid had been about to bite Giles, and they didn't want that.
The demon/vamps numbers had dwindled to 10, but it wasn't looking good for everyone else. Buffy, Spike, Angel, and Faith were holding their own, but it was obvious that the witches were getting tired. Buffy seemed to have reached the same conclusion as Prue had, which was evident by the colorful string of words she employed.
"Slayer!" Spike teased. "Didn't know you knew such language!"
Angel let loose a few phrases of his own, and Spike shut up. Buffy looked over at him and grinned.
"Buffy! Watch out!" Faith called. She spun around, only to be attacked from both sides by two demon/vamps.
"Ya know, I *really* don't like you guys. And beating up my friends? Really not raising my opinion of you. Now, if you could just kindly go kill yourselves.Ok, so I'm an optimist."
Angel suppressed a laugh. He really missed the way Buffy taunted and mocked her enemies. Once the monsters realized that the Scoobys and Friends couldn't kill them, at least not permanently, they had stopped using the fireballs. Angel figured it drained their energy or something. He turned his head as Buffy cried out in pain. One of them had landed a kick, and he heard bones in her hand snap. His features, which had stayed human through the battle, morphed into those of a vampire.
Phoebe made a mental note never to get on his bad side.
"Thanks." She said softly, while evading attacks from next to her.
"Don't mention it." He said, jumping over a demon/vamp and landing on it's other side. He slammed his broadsword through its neck, severing the head.
"Does anyone else get the feeling that this is pointless?"
"Shut up, Cole!" Prue and Faith said at the same time.
But it really was. Before Phoebe's eyes, one came up behind Anya and smashed her on top the head. She crumpled to the ground and didn't move.
"Anya!" Xander ran over to her, but before he got there, he too was taken out of the fight. This time, with a swift kick to the side of his head.
Buffy watched in horror as her friends started to fall. The witches stood in a circle in the center of the fight, trying to destroy ones with magicks and the occasional flick of Prue's finger. Faith and Spike were also doing ok, fighting back-to back. She and Angel were standing next to each other, warding off attacks from both sides, like they used too. But before her eyes, Cole, followed swiftly by Giles, fell.
"Amanda! Where the hell are you?" Buffy swung her head around, trying to see where the Whitelighter had gone. And then, she spotted her. "Oh, God."
The angel was sitting on the ground, holding her stomach. Buffy didn't even need to see what was under her hands. She had been hit. Phoebe followed her line of vision and raced over to her temporary Whitelighter. Amanda smacked Phoebe's hands away.
"Don't worry about me, I'm already dead. But you need to defeat these abominations."
Phoebe shook her head. "What do we do?"
"You're handy with writing spells, aren't you?"
Phoebe nodded her head.
"Ok, that's something. Write one to...um, I don't know, tie your powers together with Willow and Tara's, making a Power of 6.
"Double the Wiccas, double your fun." Phoebe muttered. "Got it. But what if it doesn't work?"
"Then I guess we're screwed. But no pressure." Amanda smiled thinly. "Just make sure it works, ok?"
Phoebe nodded and ran back to her sisters and the other witches. "We need to write us a spell."
"Wait." Willow said, while sending the business end of a skate into the heart of a demon/vamp that had gotten a hold of Tara. "Isn't this sort of a job for Faith? I mean, she's the one the prophecy talked about, not us."
Prue nodded. "Willow's not wrong. Something's off."
"What?" Piper asked, not following the shift in her sister's thoughts.
"There numbers aren't going down. We kill them and they just keep coming. Only the one's that Faith kills stay dead. Even with our new and improved weapons, we can't defeat them. Faith's the key. "
"Yea. Sis. Get. To. The. Point." Piper snapped. Each word was accented with a kick to a demon/vamp. She finally pushed a stake through it's chest, turning the creature to dust. She honestly didn't care if it would just pop back up somewhere else in the fight. But each one she killed could be the one who murdered her husband, and she liked that feeling.
"That's all I had." Prue said.
Tara's hands whipped around in the air in front of her, forming symbols. She mouthed words, and suddenly, small fields of protection formed around Cole, Giles, Xander, Anya, and the now unconscious Amanda. It looked like one hybrid had been about to bite Giles, and they didn't want that.
The demon/vamps numbers had dwindled to 10, but it wasn't looking good for everyone else. Buffy, Spike, Angel, and Faith were holding their own, but it was obvious that the witches were getting tired. Buffy seemed to have reached the same conclusion as Prue had, which was evident by the colorful string of words she employed.
"Slayer!" Spike teased. "Didn't know you knew such language!"
Angel let loose a few phrases of his own, and Spike shut up. Buffy looked over at him and grinned.
"Buffy! Watch out!" Faith called. She spun around, only to be attacked from both sides by two demon/vamps.
"Ya know, I *really* don't like you guys. And beating up my friends? Really not raising my opinion of you. Now, if you could just kindly go kill yourselves.Ok, so I'm an optimist."
Angel suppressed a laugh. He really missed the way Buffy taunted and mocked her enemies. Once the monsters realized that the Scoobys and Friends couldn't kill them, at least not permanently, they had stopped using the fireballs. Angel figured it drained their energy or something. He turned his head as Buffy cried out in pain. One of them had landed a kick, and he heard bones in her hand snap. His features, which had stayed human through the battle, morphed into those of a vampire.
Phoebe made a mental note never to get on his bad side.
