6x01: Angels & Demons
A figure cloaked in dark clothing and a trenchcoat walked down an LA street in the pouring rain. A scream is heard in the distance and he starts to quicken his pace a little, heading down into an ally way were he stops for a few seconds. The rain pours down on his shadowed face, as he stands looking around the ally then suddenly a rustic looking demon pounces on him and the figure is still then he reaches back into his trench and pulls out an axe which he was hiding and then with one clean sweap decapitates the demon, the head dropping to the figures feet and the body ramming into the ally wall. A teenage girl looks out from behind a dumpster, the figure stands in front of her now, offering his hand to her. The teen takes his hand and stands up shakly.
" T-Thank you." She studdered shaken up.
" Just helping the helpless." Replies the figure, the girl nods and runs off, and the figure turns his head to watch her leave. A street light revealing his face of that as the souled vampire Angel. " You'd think the people would at least carry a dagger or something with them now." He sighed and continued on his way.
In a large abandonded factory a woman clothed in what seemed like red leather body armor walked towards a figure laying on a conveyer belt. The figure was that of Charles Gunn, who it looked like had died but was not. Illyria stood at his side with her usual emotionless face, she moved her hand over his stomach and kept it there for a few minutes, like she was waiting for something.
" Every day. For the past month. You walk up to him. Just like like that. Do what you are doing now. AND NOTH'N EVER HAPPENS." Said a cockny accented voice from the back. Illyria lowered her hand slowly back to her side and raised her emotionless face up.
" It has not been one month. It has been 24 days, 17 hours, and 37 minutes." She said dully, the only reply she got was a scoff. She turned around and looked straight a head, another figure, that of Spike the second souled vampire, sat on a large crate, almost completely covered in shadows.
" I'm rounding." Spike replied, he proped his head up on his wrist in bordem. " When's Angel going to get back with the food eh? I'm hungry."
" Halfbreed you are always hungry. If you were so desperete for your precious blood why did you not go and retriev it yourself?" She asked, her head cocking to the side.
" Cause I don't wanna." He replied simply, shifting his body unconferably.
" You do not want others to see you."
" Shut it Blue!" Spike growled dangerously at her.
" Your growling does not scare me."
" I can do much more to scare you."
" Your threats are empty half breed. Bite your tongue or I shall remove it for you, I must concentrait to gather my stregnth to heal him." Illyria said turning back around.
" I thought you didn't care 'bout us." Spike said taking out a ciggerette and his lighter.
" I do not. The demons from our war still reside in this city, all of our fighters must be strong to destroy the demons and rebuild the empire. I am only healing so he can fight. I used all of my power to revive you and the other." Illyria said and closed her eyes becoming still again.
" I guess I'd be that other." Angel said as he entered into the factory, he carried a white plastic bag with him, Spike leaned over the crate to see him. Angel reached in the bag and threw a bag of blood at Spike who caught it and ripped into it hungerly. " How's Gunn?"
" My powers must be gathered again to heal. The white haired one must have his tongue removed so I can concentrait." Illyria replied, opening her eyes slightly.
" I have no problem taking out his tongue." Angel said shrugging and took out his axe, Spike glared at him and mocked him like a child.
" You get any baddies?" Spike asked as he threw the now empty packet to the side.
" Couple of them. There's still a hell of a lot of 'em out there since the war." Angel said sitting up on one of the crates. " Guess Willows spell didn't get them all." Spike growled and looked out the window at the rain.
" The white haired one is still moarning. Just as he did when-" Illyria was cut off by a small wrench hitting her in the back of the head. " You made me loose my concentration!" She growled angerly and ran to the crates and started climbing towards Spike.
" You tell me to shut up all the time and you never!" Spike said jumping up a crate with Illyria behind him. Angel sighed and looked at Gunn.
" Man, get back soon before I kill BOTH of them." Angel sighed.
FlashbackThe rain poured down on the Angel, Gunn, Illyira, and Spike as they fought the many crowds of demons that were attacking them. Gunn collapsed in the middle of the battle, Angel quickly took care of the 4 demons on his back and ran to Gunn and lay him in a nearby ally so he can rest, and then ran back into battle. Illyria was armed with a large blank of wood, using her stregnth to snap the demons bones and knock them into each other. Spike didn't have any weapons what was fairing off just fine snapping necks and rendering his enimes unconsious. A few hours into the fight it seemed like the demons were never going to stop attacking. Gunn had been laying bleeding for quiet some time in the ally and Illyria had long broken her weapon, Spike was fighting with an axe he had stolen from one of the demons after it had cut him in the back with it, and Angel was looking more worried by the minute.
" Mates I don't think we're gonna last very long here." Spike yelled out as he decapated one of the demons.
" I hate to agree with you Spike but," Angel stopped mid sentence and kicked in a demons knee, " But we're kicking ass here and more keep coming! We need the help of a God."
" How about a Goddess?" Asked a voice from above, everyone looked up to see a red haired woman standing on a roof top, with about 20 teenage girls behind her.
" Willow?!" Angel asked staring up at the Wicca woman.
" Red how the hell?" Spike began and looked over and saw Buffy staring down at him, she was at the corner of Willow's rooftop, a tall Ittalian man standing next to her, his arm around her waist. " Buffy..." Spike said quietly and a demon caught him off gaurd.
" Everyone on Angel's side take cover!" Willow yelled and he hair suddenly started to turn white and her arms engolfed in flames, she spoke a few words in latan and suddenly the army of demons burst into flames, Spike along with them...
end flashback
" Ah!" Spike bolted up from his nap and looked around, no one was there, well besides Gunn and Illyria. He ran his hands through his bleach blonde hair, which the roots have returned brown again, and wished that he could get the feeling back in his hands again. He was burned all over his hands on both arms, and on the right arm he had charred burns to his elbow and he also was burned on his neck and on his side and part of his leg. That was the fate he suffered for not paying attention in battle. " Where's Angel? And when did I fall asleep?" Spike asked looking around.
" Angel knocked you unconcious before I could rip your tongue out. Then he left." Illyria replied, she was standing over Gunn again, her hands over his stomach. " My powers are at this peek, you have been quiet for hours, it was usefull silence."
" Glade you liked it." Spike mumbled.
" You moaned her name again in your sleep. Buffy." Illyria said not looking at him. " Angel does that as well. It is very perculiar." Spike didn't reply, he just sat there and watched her as she concentraited again.
Angel walked down the damp street ways, the rain had finally stopped pouring. He smelled a demon in the distance and followed his nose to another allyway.
" I should have known it was gonna be an ally." He sighed walking around in the allyway. " It's always an ally! What is it with you stupid demons don't you have any class? What is with the god damned allys?!" Angel yelled taking out his axe.
" Someone's in a bad mood." Said a woman walking through an open door. She was about 5'9 and had long blonde hair to below her shoulder blades with black streaks and green eyes. She wore a black tanktop and black sweatpants with red stripes on the side, she carried a bag of garbage to the dumpster by Angel.
" Oh uh sorry I was looking for my friend... Demon." Angel said hiding his axe behind him.
" Interesting name for a guy. Of course my cousins name is Apple but hey." The woman shrugged and giggled, she looked about 20 years old and rather pretty, she dropped the bag into the trash and then locked the dumpster.
" Yeah, my name's Angel." He said nodding with a smile.
" Nice to meet you Angel, my names Missy Evans." She said shaking his hand, " So do you live around here?"
" Uh not really." Angel said looking around, he could still smell a demon around...
" Yeah I just moved here, I just got back to the US about a month ago or so. It's like I'm gone for about year and I come back and everythings changed."
" Yeah I know what you mean." Angel said, the Garbage dumpster started to shake a little causing Missy and Angel took look over at it.
" Oh man I must have locked a cat in there!" Missy said going to the dumpster and undid the latch. A large demon just like the one Angel killed earlier pounced on Missy.
" Damnit!" Angel said whipping out his axe but before he could even swing at the demon Missy pushed him off her with her legs and then jumped back onto her feet and high kicked the demon in the jaw, the round housed him and punched him across the jaw. The demon stumbled towards Angel and he lowered the axe on the demons decapitating it. Missy and Angel looked at each other for a few minutes. " How the hell did you do that?"
" I'm Missy, the Vampire Slayer." Missy said smirking and putting her hands on her hips, " Duh."
Next time on Angel: " A new slayer is in town," Missy kicks a demons ass and dusts him with her stake, " She's strong," She pushes a big rig off some people trapped under it, " She's skilled," Missy training with Angel, " But who's side is she really on?" Missy is shaking hands with a demon splattered in blood, " Can she hurt Angel?" Angel and Missy face off, " In more ways the one?" Missy: " It's hard to hit a guy with such a hot bod." Watch next time to find out!
A figure cloaked in dark clothing and a trenchcoat walked down an LA street in the pouring rain. A scream is heard in the distance and he starts to quicken his pace a little, heading down into an ally way were he stops for a few seconds. The rain pours down on his shadowed face, as he stands looking around the ally then suddenly a rustic looking demon pounces on him and the figure is still then he reaches back into his trench and pulls out an axe which he was hiding and then with one clean sweap decapitates the demon, the head dropping to the figures feet and the body ramming into the ally wall. A teenage girl looks out from behind a dumpster, the figure stands in front of her now, offering his hand to her. The teen takes his hand and stands up shakly.
" T-Thank you." She studdered shaken up.
" Just helping the helpless." Replies the figure, the girl nods and runs off, and the figure turns his head to watch her leave. A street light revealing his face of that as the souled vampire Angel. " You'd think the people would at least carry a dagger or something with them now." He sighed and continued on his way.
In a large abandonded factory a woman clothed in what seemed like red leather body armor walked towards a figure laying on a conveyer belt. The figure was that of Charles Gunn, who it looked like had died but was not. Illyria stood at his side with her usual emotionless face, she moved her hand over his stomach and kept it there for a few minutes, like she was waiting for something.
" Every day. For the past month. You walk up to him. Just like like that. Do what you are doing now. AND NOTH'N EVER HAPPENS." Said a cockny accented voice from the back. Illyria lowered her hand slowly back to her side and raised her emotionless face up.
" It has not been one month. It has been 24 days, 17 hours, and 37 minutes." She said dully, the only reply she got was a scoff. She turned around and looked straight a head, another figure, that of Spike the second souled vampire, sat on a large crate, almost completely covered in shadows.
" I'm rounding." Spike replied, he proped his head up on his wrist in bordem. " When's Angel going to get back with the food eh? I'm hungry."
" Halfbreed you are always hungry. If you were so desperete for your precious blood why did you not go and retriev it yourself?" She asked, her head cocking to the side.
" Cause I don't wanna." He replied simply, shifting his body unconferably.
" You do not want others to see you."
" Shut it Blue!" Spike growled dangerously at her.
" Your growling does not scare me."
" I can do much more to scare you."
" Your threats are empty half breed. Bite your tongue or I shall remove it for you, I must concentrait to gather my stregnth to heal him." Illyria said turning back around.
" I thought you didn't care 'bout us." Spike said taking out a ciggerette and his lighter.
" I do not. The demons from our war still reside in this city, all of our fighters must be strong to destroy the demons and rebuild the empire. I am only healing so he can fight. I used all of my power to revive you and the other." Illyria said and closed her eyes becoming still again.
" I guess I'd be that other." Angel said as he entered into the factory, he carried a white plastic bag with him, Spike leaned over the crate to see him. Angel reached in the bag and threw a bag of blood at Spike who caught it and ripped into it hungerly. " How's Gunn?"
" My powers must be gathered again to heal. The white haired one must have his tongue removed so I can concentrait." Illyria replied, opening her eyes slightly.
" I have no problem taking out his tongue." Angel said shrugging and took out his axe, Spike glared at him and mocked him like a child.
" You get any baddies?" Spike asked as he threw the now empty packet to the side.
" Couple of them. There's still a hell of a lot of 'em out there since the war." Angel said sitting up on one of the crates. " Guess Willows spell didn't get them all." Spike growled and looked out the window at the rain.
" The white haired one is still moarning. Just as he did when-" Illyria was cut off by a small wrench hitting her in the back of the head. " You made me loose my concentration!" She growled angerly and ran to the crates and started climbing towards Spike.
" You tell me to shut up all the time and you never!" Spike said jumping up a crate with Illyria behind him. Angel sighed and looked at Gunn.
" Man, get back soon before I kill BOTH of them." Angel sighed.
FlashbackThe rain poured down on the Angel, Gunn, Illyira, and Spike as they fought the many crowds of demons that were attacking them. Gunn collapsed in the middle of the battle, Angel quickly took care of the 4 demons on his back and ran to Gunn and lay him in a nearby ally so he can rest, and then ran back into battle. Illyria was armed with a large blank of wood, using her stregnth to snap the demons bones and knock them into each other. Spike didn't have any weapons what was fairing off just fine snapping necks and rendering his enimes unconsious. A few hours into the fight it seemed like the demons were never going to stop attacking. Gunn had been laying bleeding for quiet some time in the ally and Illyria had long broken her weapon, Spike was fighting with an axe he had stolen from one of the demons after it had cut him in the back with it, and Angel was looking more worried by the minute.
" Mates I don't think we're gonna last very long here." Spike yelled out as he decapated one of the demons.
" I hate to agree with you Spike but," Angel stopped mid sentence and kicked in a demons knee, " But we're kicking ass here and more keep coming! We need the help of a God."
" How about a Goddess?" Asked a voice from above, everyone looked up to see a red haired woman standing on a roof top, with about 20 teenage girls behind her.
" Willow?!" Angel asked staring up at the Wicca woman.
" Red how the hell?" Spike began and looked over and saw Buffy staring down at him, she was at the corner of Willow's rooftop, a tall Ittalian man standing next to her, his arm around her waist. " Buffy..." Spike said quietly and a demon caught him off gaurd.
" Everyone on Angel's side take cover!" Willow yelled and he hair suddenly started to turn white and her arms engolfed in flames, she spoke a few words in latan and suddenly the army of demons burst into flames, Spike along with them...
end flashback
" Ah!" Spike bolted up from his nap and looked around, no one was there, well besides Gunn and Illyria. He ran his hands through his bleach blonde hair, which the roots have returned brown again, and wished that he could get the feeling back in his hands again. He was burned all over his hands on both arms, and on the right arm he had charred burns to his elbow and he also was burned on his neck and on his side and part of his leg. That was the fate he suffered for not paying attention in battle. " Where's Angel? And when did I fall asleep?" Spike asked looking around.
" Angel knocked you unconcious before I could rip your tongue out. Then he left." Illyria replied, she was standing over Gunn again, her hands over his stomach. " My powers are at this peek, you have been quiet for hours, it was usefull silence."
" Glade you liked it." Spike mumbled.
" You moaned her name again in your sleep. Buffy." Illyria said not looking at him. " Angel does that as well. It is very perculiar." Spike didn't reply, he just sat there and watched her as she concentraited again.
Angel walked down the damp street ways, the rain had finally stopped pouring. He smelled a demon in the distance and followed his nose to another allyway.
" I should have known it was gonna be an ally." He sighed walking around in the allyway. " It's always an ally! What is it with you stupid demons don't you have any class? What is with the god damned allys?!" Angel yelled taking out his axe.
" Someone's in a bad mood." Said a woman walking through an open door. She was about 5'9 and had long blonde hair to below her shoulder blades with black streaks and green eyes. She wore a black tanktop and black sweatpants with red stripes on the side, she carried a bag of garbage to the dumpster by Angel.
" Oh uh sorry I was looking for my friend... Demon." Angel said hiding his axe behind him.
" Interesting name for a guy. Of course my cousins name is Apple but hey." The woman shrugged and giggled, she looked about 20 years old and rather pretty, she dropped the bag into the trash and then locked the dumpster.
" Yeah, my name's Angel." He said nodding with a smile.
" Nice to meet you Angel, my names Missy Evans." She said shaking his hand, " So do you live around here?"
" Uh not really." Angel said looking around, he could still smell a demon around...
" Yeah I just moved here, I just got back to the US about a month ago or so. It's like I'm gone for about year and I come back and everythings changed."
" Yeah I know what you mean." Angel said, the Garbage dumpster started to shake a little causing Missy and Angel took look over at it.
" Oh man I must have locked a cat in there!" Missy said going to the dumpster and undid the latch. A large demon just like the one Angel killed earlier pounced on Missy.
" Damnit!" Angel said whipping out his axe but before he could even swing at the demon Missy pushed him off her with her legs and then jumped back onto her feet and high kicked the demon in the jaw, the round housed him and punched him across the jaw. The demon stumbled towards Angel and he lowered the axe on the demons decapitating it. Missy and Angel looked at each other for a few minutes. " How the hell did you do that?"
" I'm Missy, the Vampire Slayer." Missy said smirking and putting her hands on her hips, " Duh."
Next time on Angel: " A new slayer is in town," Missy kicks a demons ass and dusts him with her stake, " She's strong," She pushes a big rig off some people trapped under it, " She's skilled," Missy training with Angel, " But who's side is she really on?" Missy is shaking hands with a demon splattered in blood, " Can she hurt Angel?" Angel and Missy face off, " In more ways the one?" Missy: " It's hard to hit a guy with such a hot bod." Watch next time to find out!