Spoilers: Within finale, 'Not Fade Away'
Disclaimer: I only do this 'cause then you can't sue me… don't own the characters, Joss Whedon does—I wished I owned them though, do you think Joss would let me have them and the show?
A/N: Sorry this took so long, was sent away on a vacation. Anyways, will write the season six once this is finished, so I won't be reusing the plot… Also, there seems to be some miscommunication here, but it will not be in scrip form—can't do that to save my life.
Illyria stood to the side in utter silence, refusing to allow herself to speak and therefore alert the others to what was going to happen in the near future. It was painful to watch Angel give the same speech that would be the one marking the team's mortals demise, and it hurt much more to know that interfering with her own knowledge could ruin any plot the Powers That Be had.
She scoffed at the thought; the Powers That Be… they had no plan for the future of this dimension and so many others, which was why they'd allowed things to turn to this. This world, run by mortals instead of the gods whom rightfully owned it; this world, confused with concoctions that did little to serve their purpose; this world, doomed to be haunted by inferior races forevermore.
The speech that still echoing throughout the small room didn't hold much encouragement, nor enthusiasm for what was about to happen. Still, it was nearing the assignments so she'd have to offer some of her attention to the droning ooze. Upon saying her words that left him somewhat bewildered, Illyria held her head high as she'd done before, acting as though there was nothing wrong with the current scenario.
But there was something wrong: everything. As Angel turned on his heel to symbolize that it was time for the murders and masquerades to begin, she fell in to step with Gunn as she recalled doing before, yet this time said something different, something she prayed would prove useful.
"They flow in alarming numbers, watch your vital organs," she announced, allowing slight vanity to seep into her voice as she added, "I'd prefer to see you alive, you are rather… more amusing then some of your kind."
He gawked at her, something that turned to a small grin of amusement, "I'll try… you keep breathing too."
Illyria nodded as she offered pleasantly, "Perhaps discuss the status of our lives over coffee sometime?"
Gunn let out a small chuckle before he replied, "Sure thing."
Wesley came up behind her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder that she didn't attempt to shrug away.
"I'm sorry to say, I got her addicted," he announced, shaking his head.
Spike also decided to join the conversation, "Well, it's better then her making trophies out of our spines… or whatever it is she said."
She was nervous, her heart was lounged in her throat, and there was nothing she could do but wait… Illyria had to kill her victims before she went to save Wesley from his own fate, but they were taking much too long for her pleasure.
She was actually beginning to consider walking into the restaurant and assassinating them there, but she could almost hear the disapproving comments of her… what were they now, anyways? Comrades? Friends? Guardians? Team? And why did their fate mean so much to her?
This last question didn't leave much time to be pondered over though, as three chatty demons exited the club, discussing politics and the like. If she waited for them to get in the car though, it'd take longer then she wanted… so she'd have to be quick.
Tracing the shadows and walking up behind them, Illyria placed her gloved hands upon the nearest demon's head and twisted, snapping the neck and leaving the skull hanging at an odd angle.
The other three whirled around in time to see her sidestep the space she'd occupied not a second earlier. Hastily, she snatched a thin iron bar that had been sitting, abandoned, in the trashcan. With that residing comfortably in her firm grip, it took a few precious moments to shove it through one of the demon's foreheads and then slice it across the remaining one's neck.
Three bloodied and mangled corpses lay in her wake as she ran with all the speed she could muster towards the sorcerer's mansion. Illyria could only pray she wasn't already too late…
Wesley was trapped, suffocating inside an invisible shield that suspended him a foot and a half above the grand marble floor. The wizard circled him, clutching his own knife within his hand as he gave him pep talks on the proper uses of magic and why Wesley's was so inferior.
He didn't care though; he'd come looking for closure, and if that came in the form of death then so be it, at least he'd be with Fred for eternity. Clenching his eyes shut, then reopening them again, he glared the red demon down and stated in a voice that was as exasperated as his emotions, "Would you shut up already?"
The demon smirked, thoroughly enjoying, yet slightly dismayed at the fact that his speeches were more of a torture to the human then pain. Shaking his nearly baldhead, he responded, "And I was planning to continue this over a cup of tea."
"Or not continue this at all," Illyria's hesitantly angered voice arose in the conversation as she entered the grand room, throwing one of the demon's guards across the floor, where it skidded into the wall.
The sorcerer's eyes widened as he saw her, as though her appearance had suddenly rekindled some fire that had been lost… or a memory.
"Y-you killed me!" He shouted accusingly, stepping back and pointing a long, crimson finger at her. Glancing down at the knife in his hand, and regaining his composure, the demon informed her harshly, "Now I'll make you pay."
Illyria narrowed her eyes as she watched him approach Wesley, the knife clasped tightly in his narrow hands over laced with chapped flesh.
"You will not harm him," she stated coldly, and in one stride she was standing before Wesley—an immortal shield.
The ex-watcher made no comments as he watched the scenes play out, unsure how to complete the puzzle he was mentally building without necessary pieces or a box.
The demon set his cold, emotionless stare upon her, taking in the details of her appearance and finding his way to the core-- to who she was. Cautiously, yet with a slight elderly kindness buried beneath layers of malice and hate, he inquired, "Do you love him?"
Illyria was taken back by the simple question; part of her, the dead part that still lingered within her mind, did, and very much at that. The rest of her saw him as a guardian, a friend… and more.
For the first time in her existence, before, during and after her reign, Illyria had no answer. And this left her in a state of confusion that opened up a door for the demon to strike…
A/N: Tried to make it not too much of a cliffhanger, I need to spread it out anyways. Is the wording confusing? I think it might be… I aplogize for any typos or such, had to post this in a hurry. Anyways, personal replies coming up and then don't forget to review! No reviews means no update!
Philyra: Hm… between Gunn or Wesley… she can try, who do you want to see live?
WhiteRabbit: She has changed, hasn't she? Hope you like where it is going…
Tracy Winston: Aw… thank you! I feel all happy now…
Split Butterfly: Buffy/Spike? Not here, but most likely in the other one I'm writing… forgive me, but I do prefer that couple over Angel/Buffy…
Lightening Bug: ::Pats on back:: There, there… if it's any consolation, Joss is evil.
Myaxle aka m.m.z.: Continuing… that's basically the plot here…
Ilovemypenguin: Just wait and see… ::Evil cackle::
Tp96: Will continue writing, and thanks for the review! Whenever I finish this one, I'll write the other season…
Whistler: Okay, and I shall… It'll most likely be called 'Shards' (has already started the first episode), so if you find it, drop by and leave a couple of reviews, okay?
Williams Girl: Oh… erm, I'm not a B/A shipper… Spike/Illyria wouldn't suck as a couple. As for the honey thing, I'm obsessive with the stuff… or I had a cold when I wrote that chapter and my throat hurt lots so honey was stuck in everything to make it be less painful… Angelus and a lot of bunnies? ::Shivers:: See? I'm continuing right here… just keep the twitchy things away from me!
Tariq: Hi… and sure, just later.
Candlewick866: Ending was evil… evil, evil, evil… you're welcome, hope you enjoyed the chapter!
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Lonely Brit: ::Grins:: Thanks! Well, here's more… hope you like…
The Bell and the Black Dragon: ::Throws hands up in the air:: Okay… no script form, I can promise you that no matter what I write. Scripts and me work together like… (something food) brownies and mustard. So, can I get a free coffee for updating?
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