Thanks for the reviews for my short little prologue. The rest of the chapters will be longer(I hope). To give you a better visual I imagine my character(the warrior) to be about 6'1, muscular(not body builder muscular just guy who keeps in shape muscular), dark hair, dark eyes, very intense He is young probably in his mid twenties. Anyway hope you enjoy my little fic and please R & R.


CHAPTER 1

REUNION

Buffy, Darla, Connor, Cordy, They were all on his mind. People he had loved, people he still loved, people he would have died for. He smiled to himself and thought," I just might here."

"Let's get to work." Spike dove into the battle after he heard Angel say those words. "I hope Peaches isn't the last voice I ever hear" He thought to himself. The blonde vampire barreled into a crowd of demons his sword slashing beheading demons left and right throwing himself mind, body, and soul fully into the battle except one tiny piece of himself that thought of her, a small portion of his heart that regretted never telling Buffy that he had not died. "Well pet." He thought, "Looks like third time is going to be the charm. No way I'm going to live through this one."

Charles Gunn kept one hand on a wound in his side that continued to pour blood. The other he used to fight, and fight he did. Despite the fact he would not last much longer he kept fighting, "One last ride." He thought to himself as he swung his axe one final time burying it into the chest of one the hordes of demons surrounding him. "Don't quit fighting," The last words of Charles Gunn before he finally surrendered to the darkness.

Illyria really did not understand what she was feeling. Humans would call it "really pissed off", but for her it was just a desire to kill. She wanted to hurt these lower beings. She wanted them to suffer and she caused a lot of suffering. She killed over and over again. Green, black, and purple blood covered her and she howled in delight. The carnage she was creating reminded her of her past. The time where she ruled, causing suffering to entire realms just to satisfy her desires. Yes, she was ending many lives and she absolutely reveled in it.

Angel once again looked up waiting for the next attack from the dragon he had been battling ever since it arrived in the alley. His jacket was singed from its multiple fire attacks, and Angel was pretty sure he no longer had any eyebrows. The creature circled back ready to attack again, and Angel prepared himself to be burned alive, however the attack never came, instead the thing crashed to the ground, it's flesh charred. "What the hell?" Angel thought. His question was answered by the sight of a white haired woman hovering in the air, lighting crackling from her fingers. Angel recognized her immediately. "Willow," he whispered. "That means." He turned to see hundreds of young girls surrounding the demon horde from all sides. "Slayers," he thought. "Damn, maybe I'm going to survive this after all.

"Dad!" He heard a familiar voice say. "Snap out of it we could still use your help over here!"

"Connor?" He replied. "I told you to get out of here!"

The boy smirked, "Fight now, argue later ok?"

Angel leapt to his son's side ducked a really sick looking claw and then beheaded its owner. "Fine but you and I,"

"Yea, Yea we'll talk but if I'm going to die here let a demon do it not your lecturing."

The battle continued with the forces of light slowly getting the upper hand. Buffy seemed to blur through the demon army he strikes delivering lethal blows to the creatures. Faith smiled wickedly as she took out her opponents. The girl definitely enjoyed her work. Willow was like a force of nature, fire and lightning raining down from her fingers consuming every demon unlucky enough to get caught in her path. The slayer army had provided much needed reinforcements, and the tools of vengeance Wolfram and Hart had sent to claim Angel and his allies were being sent back to Hell.

Hours later the fighting was over. The forces of good had prevailed but the cost had been high. Willow was back to her red haired normal self, but tears streamed down her face as she cradled the dead form of Kennedy in her arms. Faith was holding a barely conscious Robin Wood. Xander leaned against a wall barely able to stand. No one not even Illyria could hide their weariness. Casualties were high as twenty-five slayers in all lay dead. The wounded were being rounded up to be taken to the Hyperion as Buffy approached Angel. She smiled weakly at him. "Hey there, I guess we won."

Angel shook his head furiously. "No, they will just send more." He looked at her rage in his eyes. "Buffy, what the hell are you doing here?"

Buffy was taken aback by his reaction. "What do you mean, what am I doing here? I just saved your ass fang-boy! Maybe you should be asking how you can thank me!"

Angel growled at her. "It was going to end here! We beat the Black Thorn, The entire world would have had just a few moments peace, and I would finally have some. Now the Senior Partners won't be just after me but you too. You put me and my team in more danger, but not only that you're a target, your entire slayer army is a target, hell you've even put your sister in danger, but I guess you didn't consider that did you!

The collection of the Fang Gang, scoobies, and slayers had all stopped what they were doing to watch the war of words between their respective leaders. Connor whispered to a young girl standing next to him. "Do they always fight like that?"

The girl smirked, "Yea my sister and Angel, ain't love grand?"

Connor looked at her a shocked expression on his face. "Love? You mean those two?"

Dawn's reply was cut short as both were caught off guard by Buffy's screaming. This time the tirade was directed as Spike. "And you! Did you really think I wouldn't find out you were back?

Spike eyed Andrew who was cowering behind one of the slayers. "Bloody maggot."

Angel interrupted Buffy's rant. "Look none of the matters right now, don't you get it? Your coming here might have started the apocalypse not "a", "the". The senior partners are going to send everything and I mean everything after us now. Instead of giving the world a moment of peace you've just caused a bigger war, and now I have to start all over. The end is coming Buffy and it's all your fault.


Hey all Aves here. I know this probably still a little short but the chapters are getting longer as I write them out I promise. We're just getting started folks so bear with me. I tried to take some advice and make shorter paragraphs and put lines between dialogue as well. I hope that makes things easier to read. As always please R & R this is my first fic so any advice will be greatly appreciated.