The night swallowed Spike in its horrendous, dark jaws. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed, neither furry met that which glowed inside the vampire eyes. He was on the hunt. Hunting for foul revenge, justice for the condemned demon filth wandering the land filled with the sayer's blood. Himself!
The vampire grinned as he finally came upon his courthouse. Rain had slickened the dirt path from the road to his prison. Thunder blasted overhead and rumbled for what seemed like forever before he took his first step towards his worthy demise. Tonight he would be both judge and jury to find himself guilty in the court of those who warred with the demon slime and put them in their disgusting place. Those who found it home lovingly called it their flaming abyss full of misery and death--wealth to all spawned there! Those who feared it called it Hell.
He moved now with a new strength, a new vigor. He would finally feel the punishment fit only for the worst of his kind. Another step closer. The world would be rid of his evil forever. Another step. It was time to suffer as his victims had suffered. One more step.
Spike stepped into the dark church and stared at the giant cross standing ahead of him. The pews sat neatly in rows facing the cross in mock adoration. Slowly yet with determination the vampire made his away across the old wood floor towards the man sized crucifix. As he moved closer and closer to the wooden symbol his clothes began to steam. Step after step more steam rose from him and his flesh began to sizzle. Water evaporated and his clothes, now dry, clung to him only in form and not due to the wetness as before. Soon the smell of burnt flesh began to taint the air as the vampire came face to face with his enemy. Slowly he reached out to the cross.
If you want to die I'm sure I can arrange that. The cold voice froze Spike's hand midair.
Spike grinned and turned, Angel, how nice to see you again. Come to confess your sins, have you? Well back off, dead boy, this is my session! Spike turned back to the cross and reached out to grab hold of it. Smoke poured from his contact and the smell of burnt flesh stung his nostrils.
Suddenly he was ripped away from his redemption by a tight grip to his shoulders! Whirling around he growled and struck out at the other vampire but missed as he was thrown against a pew. Snarling he charged at his foe. Again he was knocked back against a pew.
Funny, I never thought I'd see you in a church again. Yet here you are in the last place I look. Angel gathered all his power and threw a fist into Spike's face causing it to bleed. Better watch out for the organs. Angel grinned, grabbed Spike by the shirt and threw him across the room.
Shaking the shock of the blow out of his head, Spike pushed himself to his knees realizing a dark shadow standing in front of him. Quickly he made out the outline of a large organ. Growling he got to his feet. Grinning terrifyingly he spoke with thick hatred, Following in the footsteps of a slayer, Angelis? Not really your style. He stepped towards his foe.
Angel fumed. My name is not Angelis! He stepped towards his enemy.
She was the best ride any man could ask for, Spike continued his taunt and took another step.
She would never go near a being like you. Angel's voice was cold enough to freeze ice. He took another step forward.
I rode her from here to hell and back while she screamed my name! Begged for mercy! Spike took another step.
I don't know how I ever believed you loved her! Angel's face hardened into stone, his knuckles white from being clenched in silent anger. He took another step.
She bled like a stuck pig! Bloody whore didn't know when her use was all dried up! Last step.
You don't deserve her! Angel shook with anger and took his last step.
Face to face the two vampires hauled back and swung with all their might at each other. Fists collided as lightning struck the floor between them! A blast of energy ripped through their dead bodies causing each to scream in pain! Thunder shook the ground and the floor beneath the demons began to separate from itself! All was deafening noise and chaos as the vampires too began to separate from themselves! Each vampire was split in two before being engulfed in white flame!
The ground shook violently as it had nights before and began to crack. Large chasms formed where the roads used to be and trees toppled to the ground instantly being swallowed whole by the ever breaking earth. Clouds crashed into each other above, the thunder hitting a deafening roar. Lightning crashed blindingly to earth. Pandemonium had indeed taken over as building after building fell to the ground from the unmerciful shaking. The thunder and rain pounding the heads of the unlucky few caught off guard on the streets of Sunnydale.
People ran in terror and confusion, screaming in horror as road signs, trees, even buildings fell in their path without warning. Some innocent victims were swallowed by the earth as others clung to life while pinned beneath vehicles and other heavy objects thrown onto them by the fiercest of all winds. Soon the howling wind and booming thunder snuffed out the loudest of screams while wreaking it's havoc upon the mere mortal beings. The smell of death was thick in the air.
Dawn was shook awake. Opening her eyes she sat up in realization. The chair she was in slid across the floor in jolts. A lamp on one of the side tables next to the couch fell from it's pedestal and shattered. The drapes fell from the living room window an instant before the glass imploded showering a now screaming Dawn with sharp, pointy, glass shards. The rain began to flood the still damp floor as well as Dawn.
Suddenly a multitude of hands were around Dawn pulling her to safety. Willow and Tara held the scared girl close to their soaked bodies and ran for the dining room where they dove underneath the table and sat holding each other, shaking in fear.
What's going on? Dawn yelled over the loud crashes of falling furniture and the wild booming thunder that shook her insides.
We don't know! Willow yelled back.
A piece of the ceiling fell onto and smashed a chair next to the table causing the three girls to instinctively duck simultaneously in their huddle.
We have to get out of here! Dawn screamed as another chair was smashed by the falling china cabinet, dishes shattering all around her.
It's not safe! Tara yelled over the noise.
A crack suddenly ripped its way through the floor, racing between the friends on its way to the wall where it began to climb. The trio screamed and, grabbing each other, fled from their now unsafe hideaway and towards the stairs. Dawn began to climb but no sooner had she put her foot on the first step than the stairs came away from each other and collapsed into the flooded basement. Dawn squealed and began to tumble towards the mess but was caught by Willow and Tara. The three friends tried another route to the back door but were cut off by more imploding windows.
Willow screamed and pulled her friends towards the hall closet. Pulling the door open they threw themselves in and slammed the door shut hoping to leave the chaos behind them.
