Perfect Imbalance

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Bram Stoker, Oscar Wilde, or "Angel" characters sadly enough. I only own Sair the character and any other original names mentioned and if anyone steals the names or characters…I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN!!!…so be nice and don't steal kay?

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Ch.24 (wow, twenty-four. Never thought I'd get this far)

Dorian made the first move.

He leapt forward with a devastating downward slice, Sair soundly met his own blow with a block, but when the two swords met, it seemed that there was more energy in between the two.

The vampire gritted her teeth as pain shot through both of her arms holding her weapon and she was forced to skid back a bit on the cold floor. Dorian merely bounced backed a little, Sair pushing him away. Everyone watching saw that Sair was winded, but by a single blow? Now was time to worry.

"Oh sorry," Dorian said with fake concern as he watched the young vampire regain her bearings, "Too rough? Well, I won't be going easy on you this time, last time I did, it rewarded me with a severed head. A performance I would not like you to repeat."

"Well this time," the young vampire growled, "You won't believe alive to see a repeat."

"Really?" the immortal jested, "Well, better get to it then. My death is not something one would want to miss, seeing as to how its' impossible and all."

Sair said nothing in reply, but charged forward quickly. She thrust her word to his stomach, but Dorian merely sidestepped and parried her blow, landing a very bad slash across the young vampire's back. Sair growled in pain as she turned around, but ignored the white hot flash, she was used to pain and this was no different, but somehow in the back of her mind, she felt it was.

The young vampire faced Dorian and lowered her sword to her side and quickly went through all the knowledge she had attained during these last two moves. He saw her attacks to quickly, slowly she devised a minute plan in her head, running through her next moves.

In a flash, she acted. Charging forward again, coming at breakneck speed. She saw Dorian smirk at what he thought to be a repeat of the last move, but then a look of surprise crossed his features when she jumped and rolled to his right side. The immortal turned, but not in time as he felt a slice go into his stomach, tearing cloth and skin in a moment.

Sair felt a smile of her own coming when she did this, but was stopped dead when Dorian's sword upwardly sliced her from stomach to chest. She fell back in pain, but rolled away before his sword could come down upon her again. The vampire came to a kneeling position a little ways away from her attacker and she grasped at the wound. It had gone deeper than she thought as she saw the blood seep through the cut.

But she didn't have any time to recover, for Dorian was already upon her. She parried his whistling sword, going for her left side and rolled forward to the right. Jumping up, Sair tried to cut Dorian across his leg, but her katana was stopped dead in its' path by the immortals'.

"Oh come on," he said as he stood above her, "Is that really all you have?"

"You haven't seen anything yet!" Sair yelled as she pushed away his sword and landed a punch squarely in his jaw.

But Dorian didn't even reel from it, instead, he attacked her with a barrage of blows. Left to right side, repeatedly and with more force than the one before it had. Sair blocked them all quickly, but her strength was draining from her each time their swords met. Finally, Dorian landed a very harsh blow against her feeble blocking and darted forward. The young vampire yelled in agony as he cut a cross into her cheek, the skin sizzling.

Sair yelled out and jumped back as she held her right cheek in hand. Her strength was draining from her, Dorian was wearing her out. At this rate, she would be an easy kill in a matter of minutes. The young vampire collected her reserve of strength and readied herself again. She was wavering, but she did not intend to fall.

The immortal darted forward again, but Sair slashed him across the face before he could get within striking range. He stepped back only once and the vampire watched as the cut healed instantly.

"Why can't you just except it?" Dorian asked her very somberly, "I'll win, you'll lose. I mean, I'm not even saying this for my own sake, but this is just getting downright pathetic."

"No," Sair denied shortly. She wasn't going to give in, even if her death was going to be the end, she would not see it soundly.

"Your choice," Dorian said as he shrugged and stood tensing, getting ready.

The next move was served.

The immortal swung his sword so fast that even the young vampire could not trail it with her quick eyes. All Sair felt was the painful entry of the sword into her stomach. It was unbearable. The hot pain shot through her like nothing before and she stopped dead in her tracks.

Dorian smiled as he pulled his sword out, only to stab the young vampire before him three more times in the gut. Finally, Sair fell onto the ground, her katana clattering to the side. The pain was too much, she felt as if she were on the brink of death again, and knew Dorian would gladly push her over the edge of it if she didn't defend herself, but she had no strength to now.

She saw the immortal above her raise his sword high over his head, getting ready to deliver the finishing blow. Oddly enough, a look of sadness crossed his face.

"Such a pity," were the only words he said before he came down with his weapon.

Sair closed her eyes. 'This is the end,' she thought.

(Author's note: Heehee. I almost made this into a chapter by itself, but I knew people would get mad at me and probably be all pissed off. Anyways, thank you for reading this much. NOW GO AND READ THE REST DAMMIT! Okay! On with the story!)

Ch.25

As Sair and Dorian fought. A concerned Spike watched. Even though his strength was diminishing, he knew that he wouldn't be able to stand by and watch Dorian pummel his young sister.

"I can't watch this," Spike said as he withdrew his arm from Gunn's shoulders and nearly fell over in the process, his legs were so weak he couldn't even stand.

Gunn picked him back up.

"Sair wanted us to stay here," Angel said, "So we stay."

"And let Dorian kill her?!" the blond vampire retorted, "Do anything! Jump in and help or start that incantation crap that you were telling Fred and Wesley to do, but do something!"

"No, she wants it to be her fight!" Angel said sternly.

"She's a child Angel! She won't be able to last much longer than this!"

This quieted the older vampire, and for a moment, the only noises made were from Sair and Dorian's swords meeting one another.

"Angel," Spike said, "Please…"

"Okay," the vampire decided and turned to Fred and Wesley, "Start the incantation, bind Dorian as best as you can."

"Will do," Wesley said as he unrolled the ancient text and he and Fred began to chant the words.

"Thanks," Spike said.

"It's fine," Angel said as he nodded, but then was suddenly tackled from behind by Mina.

"Angel!" Gunn yelled, ready to help the vampire.

Mina was about to attack again, but was caught by an uppercut to her face. Angel got back to his feet.

"I'm fine! Stay with Spike!" he yelled before going back into a fight that he thought he had already won. Meanwhile, Spike was looking towards the fight. Dorian had just scratched a cross into Sair's cheek and he practically felt the burn itself on his own, but he kept watching. The immortal was wearing the young vampire out and Spike knew it. That was basically, the only tactic to kill off a vampire, make it lose its' strength, then kill it when its' weak.

'C'mon,' the blond vampire urged her in his thoughts, 'Don't let him get you.'

He watched as more blows were dealt, Sair wavering, but planting her feet firmly. She managed a slash across the immortals' face, then Dorian said something. Spike's sensitive ears were able to pick it up.

"Why can't you just except it?" Dorian said, "I'll win, You lose. I mean, I'm not even saying this for my own sake, but this is just getting downright pathetic."

"No," Sair spoke.

Spike couldn't help but smile at the stubbornness of his sister, but then his smile faded as he heard what Doran said.

"Your choice."

A quake of fear and pain went through the blond haired vampire as he saw Dorian move too fast for Sair to counter, and buried his sword into her abdomen. He couldn't even amount any words to speak, for they died in his throat as his hope for Sair to beat the immortal did. Spike watched as Dorian stabbed the young vampire three more times and watched in horror at the sight of her fall to the ground, her sword clattering to the side.

He heard Dorian's words as he raised his sword over his head, "Such a pity."

Feeling a surge of his vampiric powers, Spike vamped out, fangs bared. Mustering up his last reserves of strength, he stood on his own and removed his arm from Gunn's shoulders.

"Spike!" the lawyer protested, but was roughly pushed away.

The blond vampire ran forward, yelling in fury and crossed the room. Immediately ignoring any pain he felt. With a surge of power, he jumped and tackled Dorian from the side, sending him and the immortal flying some twenty feet away from Sair.

Dorian was caught completely off-guard, and his sword went flying as he skidded across the floor. Spike fell onto the floor as well, but regained his footing quickly as the temporary strength he had was fading very quickly. The blond vampire knew he had to act quickly before Dorian could sap what little energy he had.

Stepping forward, he picked up the writhing Dorian by the back of his jacket, and landed a harsh blow into the immortal's gut. Repeating this eight times, and kneeing him in the face, Spike threw him against the closest wall. The immortal made a dent in it before falling down.

The blond vampire watched as Dorian made his way to his knees, breathing heavily from the last few blows.

"You think you can ruin this don't you?!" the immortal yelled at him as he got to his feet, the cuts made from the blows healing, "You have no idea what you're up against."

"Oh I think I got a pretty good idea," Spike said as he charged him again, jumping high into the air to land a forceful punch across Dorian's now smirking face, but was caught in the chest with the immortal's blade.

That was all that was needed. All his strength failed him in a mere instant as the sword pierced through his skin, like an automatic shut-off. Spike was roughly pulled off of the blade by Dorian's pushing hand and he felt hard onto the cold floor.

Spike felt his mind brimming the edge of consciousness. His body had been through too much in a single day, he couldn't keep up with the pain. He was dimly aware of Dorian walking towards him and barely heard his words.

"Now time for you to die, my thorn in my side!"

Spike fell unconscious.

Author's note: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Another cliffy!!!! Okay, in reality, I didn't want to type anymore and kept stopping at awkward places, so I had to decide on this part, so don't kill me!!! I garuntee that there'll be more to come though! BUT GIVE ME YOUR FEEDBACK PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you!