Wesley ducked.
He rolled over as he felt the rush of air against his left cheek as the metal pole cut sharply through the air, missing his head by an inch. As he used his hands and feet to quickly push himself into an upright fighting stance his realised with slight surprise that his wounds were healed, even the deep gash that Vail had had made in his belly. But then again, some magic is known for giving it recipient incredible healing powers.
And some is known for giving its recipient incredible strength.
Vail let out a frustrated roar and whirled around, facing the now standing Wesley, delivering yet another punishing blow to thin air and the ex - Watcher once again avoided as he spun out of the way.
'As much as I would like to remain here dancing with you, Vail' Wesley smirked, sidestepping another attempt from the magician to once again end his life 'but I'm afraid I have other matters to tend to'.
'Oh don't worry, Mr Wyndam - Pryce' Vail snarled as his dived once again at the Englishman 'this little duet we seemed to have engaged in will end very soon, very soon indeed.
'I am fully aware of that, Vail, but there is one small problem that I am bothered about when this duet of ours does finish' smiled Wesley, reaching into the inside of his brown suede jacket.
'And what's that then, Mr Wyndam - Pryce? Your final dying words will be when you are once again lying on the cold stone floor of my mansion, bleeding to death from the reopened hole in your stomach?' growled Vail, angling the crowbar as to finish off the amateur occult student for what he hoped would be the last time.
'No', replied Wes, pulling out the pistol disguised in the lining of his jacket, 'what I'm going to do with your body'.
And with that, he emptied the clip into his murderer; starting in the northern regions of his withered form, making his way swiftly up, ending it with a final shot in his head, watching as it exploded in a shower of blood and brains, dropping like lead to lay with the rest of his broken body on the cold stone floor of his mansion.
He walked over to Vail's body, amazed at the new found power that he could feel running though his veins, and knelt now by the side of the fallen magician and whispered a brief incantation that he remembered from his days as a watcher.
He stood, looking down at the now completely dead body of Cyrus Vail.
He smirked. 'On second thoughts, I'll just leave it here, if that's quite alright with you'.
And with that, Wesley turned on his heel and left the room, wondering why the hell he hadn't just done that in the first place.
As he walked outside, flinging open the heavy wooden doors, Wesley was hit was the unusually heavily pelting rain, soaking him in seconds. The English man frowned slightly as he realised that the rain wasn't the normal, clear colour of rain that he had known throughout his life but instead a deep pink colour, almost as if it was tinged with...
Suddenly realising what the source of the dye was Wesley gasped as he remembered where he was supposed to be:
The alley just north of the Hyperion. Everyone who makes it meets there.
Wesley ran.
It was hard to see through the rain, all he could make out where the blurred and outlines of various building and other shapes which he didn't really want to consider at this point in time. Even though the steady downpour was rendering the ex -Wwatcher almost blind he still seemed to know how to get to the alleyway, like some unearthly force was calling him there.
He soon reached his destination, practically skidding around the corner.
But as soon as his eyes clamped sight on the macabre landscape in front of him, he wished he hadn't bothered responding to the call.
Bodies littered the ground in front of him, their features, in most cases demon were contorted in pain and soaked with blood and he had to close his eyes to stop himself seeing the streak of bright blue to the right of his field of vision.
God, everything was dead, dead and barren, nothing was alive, nothing. Expect for...
It was only then he noticed the figure in the corner, hidden by the blood and guts that littered the back of his black leather duster, visibly shaking uncontrollably.
Even though he could only see his back, Wesley knew who it was.
'Angel' he breathed, hardly above a whisper, but still the hunkering figure seemed to hear him, turning its body around...
Angel gaunt, cold face greeted him, hollow eyes staring up at him.
'Wesley...?'
I know, I know I promised slash, but I wanted to get this bit out of the way so that the next chapter can concentrate solely on our two favourite boys gettin' it on.
Reviews please, I didn't get any last chapter which made me very sad,
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