Of Wolf and Man
Chapter 2: Secrets and a Battle
A/N: Well I wasn't going to continue this story since I haven't even gotten one review yet, but I
decided reviews don't matter a bit. I'm going to write this because I like it! Okay, that's a bunch
of rubbish! Reviews would be VERY nice! Hint, hint… I'll give you a cookie...
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Angel characters. They all belong to Joss Whedon and David
Greenwalt and 20th Century Fox.
"Holy crap." Xander exclaimed, amazed at the sight that lay before his eyes.
"Will, I thought you said there was only one measly little vampire." Buffy interrogated,
confused and a bit frustrated.
"I-I thought that was all there was. Only very powerful magic could've screwed up that spell.
After all, I got it from the notebook Tara left after she… died." Willow explained.
"All right, explaining later, ass kicking now. B, cell?" Faith asked, holding her hand out.
"Why?"
"Reinforcements." Faith looked at Buffy with a semi-amused look. She gives Faith her cell
phone.
"Giles? Hi, Faith here. Remember that abandoned warehouse? Well, we sort of ran into some
problems. Will here did a little act of magic mojo to see how many various demons, vampires,
all that were in here and she only sensed one. There's at least five hundred vampires,
harbringers, demons, and… werewolves? Against only four of us. So we need a lot of
reinforcements. With lots of weapons." Faith said quickly. It didn't look to Buffy like Giles, as
headmaster, even got a word in.
"Okay, I'll send thirty of the additional slayers, Angel, Oz, Connor, Robin, and I'll do some
protection spells." Buffy clearly heard Giles say.
"Angel's here? And Oz?" Buffy asked, beyond puzzled.
"Oz?" Willow snapped out of the trance-like state she had been in for the past few minutes.
"Giles? When did Angel and Oz get here?" Faith asked.
"I'll explain when you get back. I'll also send your scythe." Giles said.
"Okay thanks so much G-man." Faith wisecracked.
"Bye."
Faith hung up and handed the blood-red phone back to Buffy. She got a baffled look in
return.
"He'll explain when we get back. Oh, he's also sending the scythe," Faith explained, then
mumbled under her breath, "Always being cryptic."
"How is it that these blokes, with their super senses, can't hear or see us?" Spike spoke up for
the first time.
"Um, well I kind of put a spell on all of us that makes the vampires not able to hear or see us. I
thought it might help. That will wear off when the others get here, though." Willow revealed.
"Oh."
Suddenly thirty-four people appeared out of nowhere, armed with the Slayers' precious
scythe, and a laundry bag stuffed to the rim full of various weapons. They were dressed in
various reds and blacks and an occasional blue and green halter-top here and there.
"What the bloody hell?" Spike exclaimed rudely.
"Well hello to you, too, mate." Angel said, using a British accent and slang.
One of the newly arrived Slayers spoke up, "Witch and Slayer, here. I teleported."
Simultaneously, all the monsters looked at them. The fight had begun. The thirty-four new
people each took weapons out of the laundry bag, leaving the ancient scythe and several
weapons for the Scoobies who had gotten there earlier. Angel and Spike put on their game
faces. Oz morphed into his werewolf form. Willow got scared for a minute, then Angel told her
he had gotten a lot more control over it in the last seven years since they all had seen him last.
Suddenly, they all felt a surge of power and defense go through them. Angel then
realized it was the protection spells Giles had been talking about. Everybody felt
refreshed and energized.
"Well, gang, let's kick some demon ass!" Faith cried.
"Wait!" Willow could feel an aura, vibes, of… good coming from the two werewolves among all
the evil of the beasts around the two.
"Do you all see those two werewolves?" Willow telepathically asked. There was a murmur of
yesses in her head.
"Well, I can feel vibes of… good coming from them. It stands out among the evil of the
mean old beasties around them. I'm going to need someone's help. Whoever teleported.
What's your name?" Willow asked in her mind to all of them. "My name is Serwa." Willow
heard a thick African accent in her head. "Serwa, what I need you to do is teleport to the
two werewolves and teleport them to…" Willow paused, "The school's basement. Lock
them up in the training room." Willow mentally told Serwa. "Okay."
Only now, since Willow had stopped time momentarily, did the vampires and demons s
tart fighting. Everyone started fighting, and Serwa trying to get to the werewolves without
teleporting inside a demon. Willow started chanting in an ancient language Buffy couldn't
understand, though neither could anyone else. Suddenly a huge sun came from behind Willow. It
killed every vampire in its path, except Spike and Angel, who were now cowering in the
shadows. There were still about three hundred demons and a hundred and fifty harbringers.
Buffy and the rest of the Slayers had already dived into the fray, dusting demons and
harbringers. Serwa, had gotten to the werewolves and was fighting with them to remain in
physical contact so she could teleport them to the school, to no avail. Faith and Buffy, who had
heard the telepathic conversation between Willow and Serwa, went over to help.
Angel and Spike, meanwhile, had come out of the shadows since the 'sun' had
disappeared. Unbeknownst to them, though, Willow had worded the spell so it wouldn't dust
Spike and Angel. They were busy staking every un-living person in their sight.
Serwa, in the meantime, had gotten one of the werewolves to the school's basement and
it was tied up in the training room. She had come back to find Willow had it frozen in time. She
grabbed a hold of it and teleported it to the basement of the school. She closed the door to the
training room with a massive padlock and chain. Then she went back to the 'abandoned'
warehouse to help fight.
Faith and Buffy had developed a strategy. Using the scythe one of them would behead a
demon or stick one side of it into the demon's heart and toss it to the other. This continued for a
while until one of the Slayers was in a tight situation and was wavering between life and death.
They gave her the scythe and its power consumed her. She made an impressive comeback and
staked the would-be demon murderer.
Eventually, between all of the gang, the battle was won. Just like every cloud has a silver
lining, every silver lining has a cloud. Edanna, one of the Slayers, had been struck down by a
harbringer. Fiona, Moira, Rowena, Ebony, Hazel, Hope, Abigail, Ashley, and Accalia, all
Slayers, had also died. Hundreds, maybe even thousands had been Chosen to fight the forces of
darkness, to stop them and the swell of their numbers, and in the space of about three hours,
nine now lay dead, no beat in their hearts or spring in their step, last breath taken.
Exhausted, what was left of the thirty people who had came and risked their lives left the
warehouse. Buffy knew Serwa would teleport the bodies of the slain back to the school for a
proper burial. None of them could think straight, let alone take sweaty, muscular bodies ten
blocks then bury them. Even the Slayers, with their supernatural speed, extended stamina, and
sixth senses were exhausted from various cuts and bruises. Though with their speed racer
healing, the Slayers and the vampires Spike and Angel would all be fine by the next morning.
Giles would make them some herbal tea and that would help too.
The next morning everyone got up, the ones not embedded with supernatural powers
still very weak and tired. Giles, Faith, Buffy, Angel, Oz, Willow, Dawn, and Spike went down
to the basement to find not werewolves, but two identical twin boys. They looked to be about
sixteen and had fair hair, light skin, and bright, hypnotizing green eyes.
"What the hell?" Buffy exclaimed.
"Don't worry. We can explain." The one on the left said desperately.
"You dammn well better be able to." Faith said, exasperated.
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