Disclaimer in chapter 1 as always. I hope you liked the super duper long chapter! I'm really sorry I can't write bigger chapters. I have a really short attention span. Hope you like this one! Don't forget to review! This chapter is mostly Illyria at the start for all you fans! Then Angel, Spike and Willow get smart about the Immortal!
Illyria walked over her slain enemies. It wasn't just anger that over took her. It was grief for Wesley. She strode over to another demon, busy destroying a lamppost. With one quick slash of her axe, Illyria destroyed it. She looked around to see if there were anymore demons left in the area, and in a moment, pain swept over her and she blacked out.
She woke up in a place of brilliant light. A woman with soft brown hair in a long white dress approached her. She couldn't see her because of the blinding light behind her. "Ya'll thought my soul was destroyed. But it wasn't." The women said, her voice fading in the end. "Why did you take me away from him?" The women approached Illyria. She recognized her. It was Fred.
Illyria stepped back as Fred approached closer. "Where am I? Why am I in this place?" she asked. Fred looked at her, with an intense stare. "You're in my prison. When you killed me, you didn't, well, kill me." Fred's voice let off a little giggle at the end. "You trapped me in oblivion. A place worse than hell. I escaped and ended up here. I don't know why you are here, though." Fred walked closer to Illyria, only inches away from her. She slapped her. "How could you take me away?" Tears started to roll down Fred's cheeks. "I did not know I would have no purpose in this world. My army is destroyed. My existence is pointless. I...I am sorry." Said Illyria. The last words hardly made it off her tongue.
"Sorry? You took me away from Wesley!" A river of tears was now on her face. "And you say sorry?" Illyria questioned if the gentle Fred could take the news that Wesley, like her, was dead. She decided to tell her for some strange reason. Fred needed to know. "Fred, Wesley is dead." She said drearily.
"No..."
Fred sat down on the cold ground. She started crying again but harder and this time, she periodically choked on her tears. "I grieve for him. I also..." Illyria barely caught herself. If she said she cries for him, the angry Fred would try to kill her. But it was too late. "You also what?" Illyria heard a tone Fred never used. It was one of pure hate. "You don't know what grief is! Have you cried yourself to sleep yet? Or have you spent every second of your meaningless life thinking how you possibly could have saved him? No you haven't, have you?" But Illyria had done those things. She bent her head down, trying to conceal a small, almost invisible stream of tears sliding down her face. "Are you crying? You bitch!"
Fred stood up and lunged at Illyria, smacking her every way possible. "You don't cry!" She smacked her in the throat. "I'm only allowed to cry!" She hit her again. "I'm here because of you!" Illyria wasn't fighting back a bit. "And you cry..." Another thundering hit came from Fred's fists. "For the man I love!?!" Fred stopped, seeing Illyria had enough. She backed off of Illyria, and buried her face in her hands and started crying again. Illyria sat up, her face with bruises in various different spots. "I do cry." Said Illyria.
Angel sat outside in the alley with Spike. Again. Somehow he always managed to find himself there. The smell of smoke filled the cloudy air. Angel could sit outside in the middle of the day because of this. Besides, who ever heard of a sunny, apocalyptic day? "Soooo..." said Spike breaking the awkward silence between the two. "Blue's fled, has she?"
"Uh huh."
"Hey, I got an idea! We get a baseball bat, trap the Immortal in a closet and whack it out of him!"
"Whack what out of him?"
"I dunno. Just an idea."
"Where's Willow, anyways?"
"Haven't seen her all day. Must be doing some more undercover work."
"Uh huh."
"Ok."
Angel and Spike sat on their crates, occasionally sipping blood from their paper cups. Willow walked through the door; startling Angel, causing him to spill his blood on Spike. "Poof! Look, you got blood all over my duster!" Spike stood up, trying to brush the blood off with his hand. Willow stood at the door, sniggering at Spike. Angel just sat on his crate and sighed. "Hey guys, I got some info you might like. Buffy is still under a spell but she briefly overcame it, Xander is penniless, and Lilah." Angel didn't react to the first two but when the name Lilah was spoken, he jumped up. "Did you just say Lilah?"
"Yup, Buffy said there was a women that helped. Her name started with Li."
"Buffy woke up?" asked Spike, apparently not listening to the rest of the conversation.
"She wasn't really asleep, Spike. She overcame the spell yesterday. You heard the screams, right?" said Willow. Spike and Angel nodded. "So, Lilah." Said Angel. "Wolfram and Hart have to have something to do with this."
"No, Poof. They just sent an army of monsters for fun."
"Well it's not liked they attacked!"
"They came to Sunnydale didn't they? And now they're attacking here!"
"For all you know, the monsters here could be from the Hell mouth."
"I died to close that thing! They aren't coming from there!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Stop it!" said Willow, coming between the two vamps. "He started it!" said Angel, pointing to Spike. "I don't wanna hear it!" said Willow. Angel and Spike shut their mouths and sat back down on their crates. "Now what's this thing with Wolfram and Hart? One at a time!"
"Well, it's am evil law firm. I owned the LA branch. Lilah used to be a lawyer there. She still works for them but in hell. She probably helped the Immortal get the Senior Partners to help him in exchange for something." Said Angel.
"And who are the Senior Partners?" asked Willow.
"Other worldly blokes who are obsessed with Angel and his role in the apocalypse." Said Spike.
"So maybe the Immortal got Buffy and the others under mind control using the Senior Partners. In exchange he puts the apocalypse in motion. What would you guys do without me?"
"Die a horrible fiery death under the hand of the very whipped Immortal?" said Spike.
"Most likely." Said Angel.
Illyria walked over her slain enemies. It wasn't just anger that over took her. It was grief for Wesley. She strode over to another demon, busy destroying a lamppost. With one quick slash of her axe, Illyria destroyed it. She looked around to see if there were anymore demons left in the area, and in a moment, pain swept over her and she blacked out.
She woke up in a place of brilliant light. A woman with soft brown hair in a long white dress approached her. She couldn't see her because of the blinding light behind her. "Ya'll thought my soul was destroyed. But it wasn't." The women said, her voice fading in the end. "Why did you take me away from him?" The women approached Illyria. She recognized her. It was Fred.
Illyria stepped back as Fred approached closer. "Where am I? Why am I in this place?" she asked. Fred looked at her, with an intense stare. "You're in my prison. When you killed me, you didn't, well, kill me." Fred's voice let off a little giggle at the end. "You trapped me in oblivion. A place worse than hell. I escaped and ended up here. I don't know why you are here, though." Fred walked closer to Illyria, only inches away from her. She slapped her. "How could you take me away?" Tears started to roll down Fred's cheeks. "I did not know I would have no purpose in this world. My army is destroyed. My existence is pointless. I...I am sorry." Said Illyria. The last words hardly made it off her tongue.
"Sorry? You took me away from Wesley!" A river of tears was now on her face. "And you say sorry?" Illyria questioned if the gentle Fred could take the news that Wesley, like her, was dead. She decided to tell her for some strange reason. Fred needed to know. "Fred, Wesley is dead." She said drearily.
"No..."
Fred sat down on the cold ground. She started crying again but harder and this time, she periodically choked on her tears. "I grieve for him. I also..." Illyria barely caught herself. If she said she cries for him, the angry Fred would try to kill her. But it was too late. "You also what?" Illyria heard a tone Fred never used. It was one of pure hate. "You don't know what grief is! Have you cried yourself to sleep yet? Or have you spent every second of your meaningless life thinking how you possibly could have saved him? No you haven't, have you?" But Illyria had done those things. She bent her head down, trying to conceal a small, almost invisible stream of tears sliding down her face. "Are you crying? You bitch!"
Fred stood up and lunged at Illyria, smacking her every way possible. "You don't cry!" She smacked her in the throat. "I'm only allowed to cry!" She hit her again. "I'm here because of you!" Illyria wasn't fighting back a bit. "And you cry..." Another thundering hit came from Fred's fists. "For the man I love!?!" Fred stopped, seeing Illyria had enough. She backed off of Illyria, and buried her face in her hands and started crying again. Illyria sat up, her face with bruises in various different spots. "I do cry." Said Illyria.
Angel sat outside in the alley with Spike. Again. Somehow he always managed to find himself there. The smell of smoke filled the cloudy air. Angel could sit outside in the middle of the day because of this. Besides, who ever heard of a sunny, apocalyptic day? "Soooo..." said Spike breaking the awkward silence between the two. "Blue's fled, has she?"
"Uh huh."
"Hey, I got an idea! We get a baseball bat, trap the Immortal in a closet and whack it out of him!"
"Whack what out of him?"
"I dunno. Just an idea."
"Where's Willow, anyways?"
"Haven't seen her all day. Must be doing some more undercover work."
"Uh huh."
"Ok."
Angel and Spike sat on their crates, occasionally sipping blood from their paper cups. Willow walked through the door; startling Angel, causing him to spill his blood on Spike. "Poof! Look, you got blood all over my duster!" Spike stood up, trying to brush the blood off with his hand. Willow stood at the door, sniggering at Spike. Angel just sat on his crate and sighed. "Hey guys, I got some info you might like. Buffy is still under a spell but she briefly overcame it, Xander is penniless, and Lilah." Angel didn't react to the first two but when the name Lilah was spoken, he jumped up. "Did you just say Lilah?"
"Yup, Buffy said there was a women that helped. Her name started with Li."
"Buffy woke up?" asked Spike, apparently not listening to the rest of the conversation.
"She wasn't really asleep, Spike. She overcame the spell yesterday. You heard the screams, right?" said Willow. Spike and Angel nodded. "So, Lilah." Said Angel. "Wolfram and Hart have to have something to do with this."
"No, Poof. They just sent an army of monsters for fun."
"Well it's not liked they attacked!"
"They came to Sunnydale didn't they? And now they're attacking here!"
"For all you know, the monsters here could be from the Hell mouth."
"I died to close that thing! They aren't coming from there!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Stop it!" said Willow, coming between the two vamps. "He started it!" said Angel, pointing to Spike. "I don't wanna hear it!" said Willow. Angel and Spike shut their mouths and sat back down on their crates. "Now what's this thing with Wolfram and Hart? One at a time!"
"Well, it's am evil law firm. I owned the LA branch. Lilah used to be a lawyer there. She still works for them but in hell. She probably helped the Immortal get the Senior Partners to help him in exchange for something." Said Angel.
"And who are the Senior Partners?" asked Willow.
"Other worldly blokes who are obsessed with Angel and his role in the apocalypse." Said Spike.
"So maybe the Immortal got Buffy and the others under mind control using the Senior Partners. In exchange he puts the apocalypse in motion. What would you guys do without me?"
"Die a horrible fiery death under the hand of the very whipped Immortal?" said Spike.
"Most likely." Said Angel.