Unlucky

By: Kai C.

Kai: (sighs) Well, my story is nearing the end guys.

Yami Bakura: Good, it's not coming soon enough.

Spike: Can it, or I'll have to stake yah.

Kai: Shut up it's time to dig into the reviewer box anyway.

Spike: Ooh...more of my adoring fans

Angel: A little full of yourself their Blondie Bear.

Spike: Shut up Angel!

Kai: (rolls eyes) Anyway...WolfSpiky likes my dialogue (smiles) Kargrif says that she likes the intro and outro and also says that Spike is cute.

Spike: I like that girl already.

Kai: We also have another review from gundam06serenity who agrees no one should mess with the duster. She was also talking about other things but we won't get into that.

Spike: (is reading over Kai's shoulder) Oh...That's what you meant by "other" things.

Kai: (laughs) Yeah, and the great Marcusthebloody has graced us with his presence (grins) Go read his stories I tell you, they're good! And with that said, Disclaimer please!

Angel: The twerp doesn't own anything except Destany.

"Are we almost there yet?" Gunn questioned as they continued through the alleyways," I thought you said Spike was close by."

Wesley gave a chuckle. "I seem to have forgotten just how keen a vampire's sense of smell really is." he replied

"Yeah, well you were way off Wes." Fred commented leaning up against the wall so she could rub her tired feet. "Angel, how much farther?"

"We're here." Angel announced quietly, gesturing to the stairs that appeared to be leading down to an outside basement. "Come on, and make sure to stay quiet." the group tip-toed down the stairs. As they got closer and closer to the bottom they began to hear a female's voice, chanting in an ancient demon language. Angel motioned for Wesley, Fred and Gunn to stay put while he crept to the bottom of the stairs to try and find Spike. And sure enough, Angel spotted Spike being held at knife point by the girl who was chanting in demon. Angel motioned the group to follow him into the shadows hoping that his plan would save Spike from the hassle of getting his throat sliced open like a turkey on Thanksgiving.

"Any last requests vampire?" Destany inquired as she finished her chant and brought the knife closer to Spike's throat.

Spike glared daggers at the women. "Yeah, I want my bloody duster back!" he spat angrily.

"That's it Spike?" Angel mocked as he stepped out of the shadows, "No begging for your life you just want your damn jacket back. Though I gotta hand it to you lady, you've gotta be the first person to wriggle him out of that jacket."

"Second...only second to Buffy!" Spike protested, "And what the bloody hell are you doing here Angel?" he smiled as he noticed Fred, Wes and Gunn come out of the shadows as well

Angel rolled his eyes at the blonde vampire's comment. "Shut up Spike!" he replied advancing towards Spike and Destany, "and I'm here to save your sorry butt, it's not like it's a social call."

Destany smirked. "You're too late mortals!" she announced with certainty, "the spell has been cast and now I will spill your friend's blood!"

Angel sighed and pointed to himself. "Hello, not all of us are mortals here." he pointed out,"Vampire here!"

"Yeah, he's a vampire," Spike pointed out the obvious again," So why not spill his blood instead."

Destany just shrugged. "You're more fun." she stated, smirking. "Now die Spike!" she dug the knife deep into Spike's throat. Spike let out a cry of pain before falling limp on the cold cement floor.

"Spike!" Angel shouted, as he watched the blood begin to pool around his friend.

"Ah Angel," Gunn remarked as he began to choke on the fog that had appeared out of no where, "we've got a bigger problem, with two heads." He motioned to the two headed dragon that was coming out from the fog.

"Come forth my creature!" Destany shouted with glee, "Kill them all!"

Wesley stepped in front of Fred as if to protect her from some kind of danger. "What's your plan Angel?" he questioned looking from the unconscious, bleeding vampire to the fire breathing dragon.

Angel smirked. "Well, I kinda wanna slay the dragon." he joked pulling out a sword.

Wes rolled his eyes. "Please, be serious Angel." he stated

"You and Fred get Spike back to the plane; fix him up as best as you can and get the plane ready for take off." Angel commanded taking up a fighting stance, "Gunn and I will take care of the witch and her two headed pet." Wes nodded as he and Fred ran over to the spot where Spike lay in a heap on the floor.

"He looks pretty bad Wes." Fred noted, untying the ropes around Spike's wrists and ankles.

Wesley nodded his head in agreement. "He'll be fine Fred," he assured her as he picked up Spike's limp body into his arms, "give him a few weeks to recover from that gash in his throat and he'll be back to the same old cynical Spike we love to hate."

"Move it Wesley!" Angel shouted, Wesley and Fred ran off to the stairs to bring Spike back to the plane. Angel resumed his super cool fighting stance 1 (don't mind the D&D reference) ,"Let's see what you got!" he commanded, gasping his sword in his right hand. He lunged at the left head of the dragon, cutting the head off in a clean rain of blood. The other head let out a shriek of pain before turning into dust.

"Well, that didn't seem so hard." Gunn commented

Angel grinned. "Yeah, I didn't even break a sweat." he joked, "Spike must be getting soft." he and Gunn advanced towards Destany.

"My creature!" Destany shouted, "What have you done to it." she pulled out a weapon of her own and held it in a defense position.

Angel glared at the girl. "I believe you have something that belongs to a friend of mine." he stated motioning to Spike's duster.

Destany smiled. "Ah yes," she cooed, "Dear Spike's jacket." she slipped it off as if she was going to give it to Angel.

"Yeah, he'd be kinda pissed if I didn't get it back for him," Angel snickered grabbing the coat out of Destany's grasp. "Come on Gunn, let's go home."

Gunn blinked. "You're just going to let her go?" he asked

Angel just shrugged as he watched the witch disappear into the shadows. "There's been enough blood spilled." he replied, walking away.

"How's Spike?" Angel inquired as he and Gunn entered the plane

Wesley smiled. "Nothing a little needle and some thread plus a few pain killers couldn't cure." he joked, "He's resting, using poor Fred as a pillow."

Angel nodded as he walked back to the other room on the jet. A smile came to his face as he saw the sight of Spike sound asleep on the couch with Fred playing with his hair. "So, I hear you're on pillow duty." he remarked

Fred shrugged. "It's not that big of a problem Angel, I don't mind at all." she stated, smiling. "I see you got Spike's coat back, he'll be happy to see it when he wakes up."

"Yeah," Angel replied placing the jacket on Spike like a blanket, "There Spike, now you can't piss and moan about not having your duster. I've done my good deed for the day."

Kai: There, it's done. and on time for my class too

Angel: You made me sound gay

Spike: That's because you are nancy-boy.

Angel: Shut it Spike!

Yami Bakura: Didn't you say something about on more chapter

Kai: (glares) I'm working on it

Angel: Wow, someone's crabby

Kai: What do you expect its 10 bloody 30 at night yeah I'm crabby!! (falls asleep on Spike's lap)

Spike: Please r/r!