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property of Joss Whedon. I owe all my inspiration to him.
Angel looked up at the night sky. Rain pelting down, drenching the remains of the Fang Gang to the bone. "I want the dragon."
Fade to black
Spike stood with his back to the wall, a cigarette hanging from his lips. Blood covered his face and hands. "Well one more apocalypse down. Who gets the credit for this one?" Spike asked as he looked over at a very worn, bloody, and bruised Angel.
"I think that this one belongs to Wes and Gunn and Fred and Cordy and Doyle." He paused for a moment as he thought. "Doyle is the reason we are standing here today. Three of them fought and died fighting this fight long before we knew it was happening."
"Cheers." Spike hung his head and looked at the water pooling around his feet.
Illyria stood next to where Angel sat against the wall. She was bloody. Massive tares marred her leather clothing. Purple busies covered her face, killing what had been left of the fair peach complexion that once was Fred's. It was almost completely blue and purple. But busies fade in time and her complexion will return. "I am at a loss. What do we do now?" It was the obvious question, but never the less, one to which she didn't know the answer.
"It is a good question that Blue presents. What are we going to do now Angel? Face it we haven't been the Scourge of Europe in a hell of a long time and you are no longer CEO of Hell Inc. So where do we go? What do we do now?"
"We go on. We live as much as two insoled vampires and an ex demon goddess can. We see that Wes and Gunn are given proper burials and we heal."
"So do we tell the Council and Buffy? Or do we leave them in the dark?"
"Yeah the need to be updated. It isn't everyday that the biggest and oldest apocalypse ever planned gets averted and the Senior Partners taken down a notch."
"By telly or in person?"
"In person would be best. I just have one thing I need to do before we leave for Europe."
"And what pray tell would that be?"
"To let my son know I am alive."
The words were barley audible, but still loud enough for Spike to hear. "Your what?" He exclaimed.
"My son, Spike. Look I really don't feel like going into detail about it right now. I just want to find him, see him, and let him know I am okay."
"Well either way we need to get to cover. The sun will be up in a matter of an hour or so."
"I know. The Hyperion is just around the corner. I still have the key." Angel stood up and moved over to Spike. Spike knelt down and gathered Gunn's still warm body into his arms.
"I am going to gather Wes's body. I placed it in a place of secrecy to keep it safe. I will meet back with you at the Hyperion." Illyria's voice was more cold and distant than normal, but no one needed to question why. Before either of them could respond, she had disappeared from their sight.
Side by side the two make there way threw the rain. Turning the corner, bringing them out of the ally, the Hyperion could be seen rising out of the darkness at the far end of the block. The only noise to mare the silence was the sound of the rain falling and their footsteps on the rain soaked sidewalk.
Angel looked up at the night sky. Rain pelting down, drenching the remains of the Fang Gang to the bone. "I want the dragon."
Fade to black
Spike stood with his back to the wall, a cigarette hanging from his lips. Blood covered his face and hands. "Well one more apocalypse down. Who gets the credit for this one?" Spike asked as he looked over at a very worn, bloody, and bruised Angel.
"I think that this one belongs to Wes and Gunn and Fred and Cordy and Doyle." He paused for a moment as he thought. "Doyle is the reason we are standing here today. Three of them fought and died fighting this fight long before we knew it was happening."
"Cheers." Spike hung his head and looked at the water pooling around his feet.
Illyria stood next to where Angel sat against the wall. She was bloody. Massive tares marred her leather clothing. Purple busies covered her face, killing what had been left of the fair peach complexion that once was Fred's. It was almost completely blue and purple. But busies fade in time and her complexion will return. "I am at a loss. What do we do now?" It was the obvious question, but never the less, one to which she didn't know the answer.
"It is a good question that Blue presents. What are we going to do now Angel? Face it we haven't been the Scourge of Europe in a hell of a long time and you are no longer CEO of Hell Inc. So where do we go? What do we do now?"
"We go on. We live as much as two insoled vampires and an ex demon goddess can. We see that Wes and Gunn are given proper burials and we heal."
"So do we tell the Council and Buffy? Or do we leave them in the dark?"
"Yeah the need to be updated. It isn't everyday that the biggest and oldest apocalypse ever planned gets averted and the Senior Partners taken down a notch."
"By telly or in person?"
"In person would be best. I just have one thing I need to do before we leave for Europe."
"And what pray tell would that be?"
"To let my son know I am alive."
The words were barley audible, but still loud enough for Spike to hear. "Your what?" He exclaimed.
"My son, Spike. Look I really don't feel like going into detail about it right now. I just want to find him, see him, and let him know I am okay."
"Well either way we need to get to cover. The sun will be up in a matter of an hour or so."
"I know. The Hyperion is just around the corner. I still have the key." Angel stood up and moved over to Spike. Spike knelt down and gathered Gunn's still warm body into his arms.
"I am going to gather Wes's body. I placed it in a place of secrecy to keep it safe. I will meet back with you at the Hyperion." Illyria's voice was more cold and distant than normal, but no one needed to question why. Before either of them could respond, she had disappeared from their sight.
Side by side the two make there way threw the rain. Turning the corner, bringing them out of the ally, the Hyperion could be seen rising out of the darkness at the far end of the block. The only noise to mare the silence was the sound of the rain falling and their footsteps on the rain soaked sidewalk.