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As the group left the hospital, surprisingly being lead by the wheel-chaired Fred, Angel ran up to them.
"How did the donation go, did you get a cookie afterwards?" Spike commented sarcastically.
Angel didn't pay attention to this, "I got some contacts. What happened here? Why are you leaving?"
"My mother thinks that my possession by the Mist was drug-related, even though I'm clean," Wynn replied, her voice sounding weaker than usually. Giles managed to stop the bleeding, and stole some liquid stitches containers to keep the gash close.
"Oh, well then all you are going to have to come to Dover with me."
"Dover? What's there?" Giles asked.
"An order of powerful witches that Wolfram & Hart has ties too. They could help us disperse the Mist,"
"Right, I called Willow and I contacted the Coven. More witches and power we get the more likely we'll defeat the Dark Mist,"
Everyone soon piled into the two cars. Wynn was once again in Angel's rental car, seating next to Fred. Even though they never talked the two seemed to have an understanding with each other. Dover was about 100 kilometers away from London so it would take more than an hour to get there. During the trip Fred fell asleep along with Wynn, who rested her head on her shoulder, and Gunn dozed off too. Angel allowed Spike to drive, after Spike opened the door to the passenger seat. I supposed it was because he wanted the younger vampire to be concentrating on the road rather than the radio.
The two automobiles followed the winding, country road. Along the sides were some towns but nothing big. Most of the time it was only the headlight that shine into the darkness ahead. I don't know what it was but I sensed something odd in the car.
My estimation was right and after an hour of driving Angel started to give Spike directions. They arrived at the mouth of a cave.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Fred asked sleepily, she stretched and then let out an involuntary gasp of pain. She still should have been in bed.
"Powerful orders tend to be…traditional," Angel explained. Spike got out of the driver seat to help Wynn and Gunn assisted Fred from out of the car.
"I wish we would have taken some aspirin or something with us. My arm feels like it's been ripped apart, it probably is," Wynn said with a little smile.
"Let's go," Angel said walking into the cavern. The others from Giles car followed him and so did everyone from Angel's car but Spike, who was supporting Wynn, lagged behind. Spike was staring at the car, and you could tell from his face that he was a little confused. Something just didn't fit.
"Come on," Giles yelled, and the two hurried into the underground chamber.
The rock walls were lined with torches as well as Latin written on the walls. Giles took one of the torches and led the way. As the group descended father down the Latin words became more numerous and the torches less.
I stopped for a moment to read it. It was a regional dialect so I didn't recognized all of the words but I got the basic message. Something about "a great power lies here, only disturb if you wish to rid of the world your enemy".
They came to a large wooden door with an intricate design burned on to it.
"Let me be rid of my enemies," Angel declared loudly and the door swung open, as not to displease he. The group entered the large circular room; the ceiling went at least a hundred feet up, with stalactites hanging from it in a pentagram arrangement. The floor was covered with what looked like to be vines. Flowers were on the walls, in between the torches.
"What are we suppose to do?" one of the slayers asked, walking around the circumference room.
"Rid me of my enemy, oh Alsopi," Angel said again.
Alsopi, that was a legendary demon that the monster from Beowulf is based on. I thought it had been killed long ago. I was wrong. The "vines" on the floor grabbed the legs of everyone but Angel. In the center of the room, directly below the center of the stalactite pentagram, a large figure rose out of the floor. It was twice the size of a normal man and it had grapefruit size eyes that were completely black. Its mouth was open, letting everyone see its arsenal of razor-sharp teeth. It's skin was the same color as the "vines", or rather tentacles, a sickly green. Its arms were long and bony and had talons. And if this demon was anything like the monster in Beowulf, it ate people alive.
"Angel, help us!" Fred said, trying her best to free herself.
"It's not Angel. Damn it, I knew something was weird when I never hear him open his door," Spike yelled, biting into one of the tentacles, and then spitting.
"Yeah, but I am," the real vampire stormed in, using an ax to cut away the tentacles that wanted to grab him. Alsopi screeched in pain, it was angry now. It swung one of the slayers to itself, putting its arm around her and digging its nails into her forearms. It opened its mouth to bit the girl's shoulder.
"Take one sip of her blood, any you shall die," declared one of the robed women behind the real Angel. So the First wasn't lying, there was an order of powerful witches in Dover. Alsopi paid no attention to this and he sank his teeth into the girl shoulder and both of them screamed in pain. It dropped the girl to the floor, her blood was like acid, burning its mouth and its insides. It collapsed and sank into the ground, and the tentacles became dormant once again.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief but then Fred let out a gasp.
"Angel, what happened to you?"
It wasn't until she said that when I notice that Angel's clothes were ripped, and a large burn mark ran down the side of his face. Evidentially Wolfram & Hart and more in mind that just blood.
"A lot, but that doesn't matter. We have to get back to London. The First didn't kill you all but it did hurt us by taking away time, and that's something we don't have much of."